Chapter 1668 Four Gentlemen

boom!

Feng Jiu exploded suddenly. The venom sprayed from Xu Yi's mouth was so poisonous that Feng Jiu was unable to maintain his human appearance and turned into a three-foot-tall majestic giant bird covered in golden feathers. Its eyes breathed fire. The giant peck, like a sharp sword, seemed to be about to strike Xu Yi violently at any moment.

At this moment, Long Jingxiu finally woke up from his obsession, and the magic formula in his palm transformed. A purple bracelet suddenly glowed with a treasure light, and he covered Xu Yi. His phoenix eyes squinted at Feng Jiu's transformed body. The big golden bird said, "Feng Jiu, are you planning to kill someone in front of me, Feng Xianting?"

As soon as Long Jingxiu finished speaking, Feng Jiu regained her human appearance in an instant, still elegant in her white clothes, her eyes fixed on Xu Yi, not hiding her endless killing intent.

"Let's not start this unnecessary war of words. I don't have to ask questions, but the person who asked the questions must not ignore Xu Yi's opinion in his choice."

Long Jingxiu said loudly and looked directly at Jiuhuang Dao, "Old Jiu, you, the majestic master of the Seven Star Demon Palace, really don't have any grace at all."

As the person involved, Long Jingxiu certainly knew that she was not colluding with Xu Yi. While she was amazed by Xu Yi's "Snowy Night on the Autumn River", she also couldn't believe that Xu Yi had such a poetic talent.

She not only wanted to see Xu Yi continue to show off his power, but she was also worried that Xu Yi's performance just now was short-lived and could only help Xu Yi regain some initiative.

As for the development of the situation, she could only wait and see.

The only thing she was sure of was that no matter what, she would not sit back and watch Xu Yi die at the hands of Feng Jiu and others.

Just because she knew that she had never been so happy with a person as she was at this moment, and she really wanted to give her heart to this handsome and romantic man.

Xu Yi said, "Since Master Long has spoken, I follow Master Jiuhuang and can change someone to write the topic. However, with Xu's literary talent, it is absolutely impossible to change the topic to someone like Young Master Fengjiu. It has to be changed." Let’s find someone who is worthy of Xu’s talent. I wonder if Lord Jiuhuang can do it.”

Jiuhuang said, "Just change someone. Of course, the premise is that it must not be those unknown people. If you pick some cats and dogs, who knows if they have colluded with you in advance."

"How about Lang Suxin, Hu Chunyou, Ji Mengliang, and Niu Bodang?"

Xu Yi looked at Jiuhuang and said, "Master Jiuhuang will not say that these four people are too famous, so you can't invite them. If so, Xu will just admit defeat."

Jiuhuang was speechless, it was difficult to deal with, this guy was too difficult to deal with.

It turned out that Xu Yi said that these four people were really famous in the demon culture world.

The reputation was so great that Xu Yi, a rookie who had just been in the East China Sea Monster Realm, had heard of it and had read their masterpieces in some classics on poetry, lyrics, music and poetry.

It can be said that these four are the absolute stars in the cultural field of the East China Sea Monster Realm.

Xu Yicai reported the names of these four people, and Jiuhuang knew that he was in big trouble.

These four people are not high in cultivation, but they are all very arrogant. They have many friends and have great reputation.

Real people talk and laugh with celebrities, and interact with noble people.

Even though he, Jiuhuang Gui, was the master of a mansion, he could not be invited just by asking.

He had guessed that Xu Yi was just playing tricks with Long Jingxiu, but now he found out and asked for a replacement. Xu Yi had no choice but to create such a problem to embarrass him Jiuhuang.

What made Jiuhuang even more indignant was that Xu Yi was really sharp-tongued and kept saying that if he failed to meet this requirement, he would count Xu Yi as the loser.

No matter how thick-skinned he is at this stall, Jiuhuang, how can he really let Xu Yi admit defeat because of this matter? If word spreads that he, Jiuhuang, is the head of the palace, let alone hanging around in the power field, he is afraid that his subordinates will , we must first draw a clear line with him, the notorious master of the palace.

"This request was accepted by a certain generation of Lord Jiuhuang."

Tu Min finished speaking, facing Jiuhuang's inquiring gaze, and held his hand towards Feng Jiugong, who was filled with evil spirits.

Jiuhuang suddenly realized that if he couldn't invite him, it might not mean that Young Master Fengjiu couldn't do it.

He hurriedly saluted Young Master Fengjiu and said, "This matter depends entirely on Your Highness, Young Master."

Feng Jiu said, "Forget it, I will take some time to find out if this junior like you is a human or a ghost. Lao Jiu, please use my name to invite me."

Although Feng Jiu couldn't understand Xu Yi's mystery, at this point, he had no choice but to support Jiu Huang.

Jiuhuang was overjoyed and immediately took out his seal to contact him. However, after a while, he got Lang Suxin's contact information. After a lot of effort, he finally got in touch.

Jiuhuang hurriedly swallowed his breath and told the cause and effect. An extremely arrogant roar came from the seal, "This young master and that palace master want Lang to go to this or that poetry meeting. Do you really think Lang is an actor?" , I will not serve anyone I love."

Immediately, there was a crash and a crisp sound, as if the angry Mr. Lang had knocked something over.

Jiuhuang was stunned and Feng Jiu blushed.

A slap in the face, really a slap in the face.

Feng Jiu never expected that his dignified young master, Huang Fengling, would receive such a cold reception when he went to invite a mere poet and poet who was like an actor.

The gazes of everyone in front of him made him feel extremely hot all over.

Tu Min said, "Brother Jiuhuang, you didn't make it clear. Let me explain."

Jiuhuang didn't know what kind of medicine Tu Min was selling in the gourd, and after a lot of effort, a roaring sound finally came from Jiuhuang's seal, and Tu Min said loudly, "The tide of the Qiu River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea..."

After two lines of poetry, the roar stopped.

Immediately, Tu Min reported the location and decisively ended the call.

With a swipe, Jiuhuang's expression changed, and he cursed secretly, "Tu is really not a thing. He obviously has this wonderful method, but he didn't tell it earlier. He insisted on waiting for himself to be embarrassed before he came to fight for credit as the savior. What a thing!"

Soon, this dissatisfaction was diluted.

Just because his peripheral vision caught a hint of unhappiness on Xu Yi's face. Although this bit of unhappiness was hidden extremely well by Xu Yi and dissipated quickly, it was still caught by Jiuhuang.

Compared to Tu Min, the ant in front of him was his biggest worry.

Soon, half an hour passed.

The remaining three were contacted by Jiuhuang one by one, and Tu Min followed suit and interrupted the contact one by one.

After another stick of incense, a stream of light rushed into the field. Before it could take shape, Jie Jie heard a strange voice shouting, "Where is the whole work? Get it quickly."

Xu Yi's original work had long been snatched away and hidden by Long Jingxiu, so Tu Min immediately presented the poem he had already finished.

The man grabbed it with his hands, glanced at it, and then shouted loudly, his high forehead glowing with blue light.

Then three more streams of light surged in, all of them had not yet arrived, and they all shouted to see the whole work.

A moment later, three figures swarmed around the middle-aged man with the high forehead.

Then, there was silence.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but one of the four, a young man in red robe who had grown taller, turned around, looked at the audience, and said in a trembling voice, "Which elegant tomb did this article come from, and who is the author? Lang must go there in person." Condolences at the grave.”

Jiuhuang was shocked, pointed at Xu Yi, and said loudly, "Mr. Lang misunderstood. This masterpiece did not come from that elegant tomb, but was written by this first-order little demon on the spot, within ten breaths. I wrote it in just a few strokes, and I am the real author of this masterpiece, haha..."