Invincible Puppet System

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense, and everyone gathers around. Today, I will teach this ignorant kid who is three years old and six years old and learns martial arts!" Feng Shao didn't bother to talk to Xing Zibo.

"Hmph!" Xing Zibo looked down on everyone, "You are too young to teach me a lesson. Let me tell you, even if you are an idiot, you are no match for me even if you have been practicing since the womb!"

Everyone's faces changed continuously, and the matter had developed to this point, no one could control it anymore.

"Quiet!" Dong Ruomu yelled angrily, "Since you two want to decide who is better, let the old man be the referee!"

"How can that be done? Everyone's eyes are discerning, so Mr. Dong doesn't need to do anything extra?" Talking about the competition, Xing Zibo seemed to have regained his confidence, and he raised his voice a bit.

Dong Ruomu originally wanted to avoid any unpredictable things between the two, but Xing Zibo didn't seem to appreciate it.

"Mr. Dong is a bit superfluous. Facing a little trash like him, whether it's a literary fight or a martial fight, I don't pay attention to it at all. To put it bluntly, he just pissed compared to me, and I pissed better than him. Far away!" Feng Shao's words were so provocative that even the melon-eating audience around were amazed. Those who had heard of literary and martial fighting had never heard of urinal fighting...

Of course, Xing Zibo, a married man, is definitely not Feng Shao's opponent.

"Since you said we want to fight with each other, then we will fight with each other!" Xing Zibo is so talented and well educated, is he afraid of fighting with Feng Shao, a bastard?
"Okay, since we want to fight with literature, how about we compare it to poetry?" The situation in front of him is exactly what Feng Shao wants.

"If you write poetry, write poetry. Am I afraid that you won't succeed!" Although Xing Zibo usually doesn't have much time to recite poems and paint pictures, he believes that Feng Shao doesn't even have this kind of leisure and elegance.

"It is said that some people can write poems in seven steps, but I can write poems in four steps, can you?" Feng Shao frowned, looking at Xing Zibo as if he were looking at a two hundred and five.

"Poetry in four steps? There is still a genius who can make poetry in four steps?" Everyone discussed for a while, and they didn't believe it, Xing Zibo didn't believe it.

"What is this kid doing? It's not that he can't beat big brother in martial arts, so he wants to play tricks in literary fighting?" Xing Xiaoshan glanced at Feng Shao, and didn't want Feng Shao to lose, nor did he want Feng Shao to win, "Big sister I don't know what's going on, but I left inexplicably."

"Second Miss, don't worry, from the first time I saw him, he was a very vulgar person, as for being able to compose poetry, hehe, only ghosts would believe it." Luo Wen has not forgotten her bet with Feng Shao now Well, once Feng Shao becomes the sect master, she will be Feng Shao's wife.

"Sister Luo Wen, are you trying to comfort yourself? Are you afraid of marrying this kid? Hee hee, don't worry, even if the mountains are boundless and the heavens and the earth are in harmony, he is not a match for Big Brother." Xing Xiaoshan's temperament Lively, at this time, I still don't forget to tease Luo Wen.

"If someone with no shape like him can become the head of the sect, the eldest son can soar for nine days." Luo Wen still believes that Xing Zibo can easily win.

"Yeah, you can see that he is not afraid of so many people. I really don't know where he has the confidence. I was so nervous when I tested the spirit root just now, but he stood there with a blank face. Like a fool..." Xing Xiaoshan found Feng Shao more and more interesting.

"Okay, okay, stop talking, let's see what will happen between them, I hope nothing happens to them, alas..." Luo Wen is not as calm as Xing Xiaoshan, a pair of pink fists have long been They held each other together, writhing uncomfortably.

"Mr. Dong." Feng Shao tossed his hair inappropriately, making people feel more and more that he was looking for a beating. Poetry must come out, if he can't compose a poem within four steps, it will only prove that he is useless!"

Xing Zibo really didn't believe that Feng Shao could compose a poem in four steps, so he stood proudly beside Feng Shao, "Mr. Dong, even if you come up with a title, he can't compose a poem in four steps, but I can compose a poem in ten steps! "

Feng Shao said that he wrote poems in four steps, but no one believed him.But when Xing Zibo said that he could make a poem in ten steps, many people believed it.

Although Xing Zibo was a little arrogant, Xing Zibo never boasted.

In recent years, there are many young disciples who have been swept away by him, and all the honors he has received now are based on his strength to convince the public.

But Feng Shao is different, he has always been true and false, both true and false, always giving people a feeling of unreality, even Feng Shao's cultivation level, everyone can't figure it out.Everyone even thought that there must be several spiritual weapons on Feng Shao's body, otherwise, how could he be possessed by armor of various attributes?
"Okay, since the two of you have reached an agreement, the old man will officially announce that whoever wins today's two competitions will be the head of the Qiuyun Sect!"

"The sect master must win, the sect master is mighty!"

"The sect master must win, the sect master is mighty!"

All the disciples who tested the spiritual roots below had obtained the results, so the spectators gathered around.

"Mr. Dong, let's start!" Feng Shao stood with his hands behind his back, solemnly.

Back then, in order to please Liu Chengcheng, he had memorized many poetic and beautiful ancient poems. In Feng Shao's studies, there was only this little thing worth showing off.

Now that Liu Chengcheng was by his side, he wanted to use those popular poems that everyone would recite to evoke Liu Chengcheng's memory.

Dong Ruomu nodded, looking at the peak of Qiuyun Mountain in the distance, "You can make a poem with Qiuyun Mountain!"

Before Dong Ruomu finished speaking, Feng Shao coughed, "Yes, listen up, everyone!"

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Everyone looked incredible.

"Damn! This is it?"

"Well, this kid won't give us a doggerel?"

"Really, this is not poetry in four steps, it is poetry in the blink of an eye..."

Seeing that Feng Shao wrote the poem so quickly, Xing Zibo could only pretend to be calm, "Hehe, if you have it, read it to everyone as soon as possible, don't deliberately delay the time and think about it slowly."

"Hmph, measure the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!" Feng Shao snorted coldly, looked at Liu Chengcheng inadvertently, pondered for a moment, and his expression became soft, "The sun is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. , If you want to see a thousand miles, go to a higher level!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then thought about it briefly, and then suddenly made a noise.

"Hiss... what a poem..."

"Ah? He really did it, it sounds pretty good..."

"I really didn't realize that this kid is actually a genius..."

"I thought he would only flirt with girls and fight."

"It seems that we have missed our eyes."

At this time, Xing Zibo's face was already slightly green, and he had to say that the poem Feng Shao wrote just now was definitely a good poem, "Could it be that he prepared it in advance and waited for me here?"