Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Heartache
The annual poetry conference finally opened on the banks of the Chunxi River in Pingjiang City.
down here.
Gather young talents from all over Pingjiang City.
Here, neither strength nor family background are considered high or low, only literary styles are considered.
Of course, it was said that it was an activity for humans, but not only humans could participate, but also cultivators, but even if a cultivator was here, You will still be looked down upon if you do not have good literary qualities.
Literary style, that's all!
Yi Feng, who received the invitation, also came to the poetry conference.
At the conference, many people played with their poetry and literary talents, but none of them could arouse Yi Feng's interest.
He grew up under the influence of a five thousand year old culture, and he had no idea how many poems and poems had been handed down over the centuries. These poems seem to have a lot of charm on the surface, but they actually have no meaning Very interesting Not her interest.
Even the three hundred Tang poems he had read in his novel were enough to crush these people.
but.
In the crowd, two eyes were always watching him.
One of them is the demon spirit.
The other was Mao Yuner.
Finally, Yao Linger took a deep breath and walked towards Yi Feng.
"Ups!"
As soon as he approached Yi Feng, Yao Linger stumbled.
However, Yi Feng did not even see it, and walked straight past it, just like that, Yao Ling'er fell down in vain!
"Girl, are you okay?"
"Girl, how are you?"
For a moment, looking at Yao Linger, a stunningly beautiful woman, falling to the ground, many literati crowded around, trying to help Yao Linger stand up, and conveying gentle attention to Yao Linger.
"Go."
Yao Ling'er's face sank.
This mortal ant was not worth touching at all.
Just him, why did he turn a blind eye to himself?
Could it be that he really couldn't attract his attention?
In Yao Ling'er's eyes, a hint of worry appeared unnoticed.
"Hello Mr."
"That's you……"
After all, Mao Yun'er and Yi Feng had seen him before, but his face was not very handsome.
Looking at Mao Yun'er, he remembered Mao Yun'er's father, Mao Lin, and he had never forgotten the humiliation to him that day, so Yi Feng simply greeted and passed him by.
For a time, Mao Yuner was left alone in a grieving place.
“You are a little mortal, can you attract your husband's attention? It's silly.” At this moment, Yao Ling'er walked to Mao Yun's side and said coldly.
“Who are you?” Mao Yuner frowned, he felt an absolute crisis in this woman, especially her body like a water snake giving him an overwhelming sense of crisis.
"MY?"
Yao Linger sneered.
"I'm someone you can't match. If you want Rran to point to Master, you are not worthy!"
Yao Ling'er sneered, then noticed Yi Feng's back and continued to follow.
Mao Yun'er gritted her teeth silently, although this woman's appearance made her feel completely threatened, but thinking about it, she was definitely not bad.
Unable to help, Mao Yuner, who was unwilling to admit defeat, also chased after Yi Feng.
"Yi Feng."
Yi Feng, who was walking among the crowd, watching a poem written by a literati from another world, suddenly heard someone calling out to him.
Turning his head, a complex expression suddenly appeared on his face.
Peng Ying called out to him.
"I didn't expect to see you here."
Peng Ying said coldly, her posture is not like before, and it seems like her tone is full of hatred.
"Yes, I don't expect to see you here anymore."
Yi Feng was quite complicated.
He was not a heartless man, but also not the Virgin Heart.
Peng Ying left cruelly that day. Although Yi Feng was sad, he was also neat and thoughtful, and directly crossed out Peng Ying in his heart.
For this woman, she had long since lost the slightest fluctuation.
"Yi Feng, I've asked clearly. Don't think you've written a good book. What can you do with Luo Lanxue from Qingshanmen protecting you? You must understand that you are mortal. "Peng Ying He sneered politely: "Even though I was kicked out of the mountain gate by the Qingshan Gate, Brother Wu Jie has sent me a letter, and it won't be long before I return to the Qingshan Gate."
"Di mataku, kau adalah makhluk fana, semut."
Peng Ying sneered coldly.
He held a grudge for what happened that day, especially if he was expelled from the Qingshan Gate, it was even harder for him to let go.