After skipping a few more obscene bards who fished in troubled waters, not only Bryant was impatient, but even the palace alchemist who had been sitting there was on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, this torture has come to an end.

"Tap tap tap!"

The sound of crisp footsteps came, and the crowd automatically parted, and a young blond man dressed elegantly, wearing gold leather boots, and carrying himself with a noble manner stepped onto the high platform.

At this time, the voice of the palace alchemist also happened to sound.

"Next! William Shakespeare!" The court alchemist glanced at the young man on the high platform, cleared his throat, and sat up straight unconsciously, his expression showing vague respect.

"Please start your performance with the theme of summer and flowers!"

Xi Wei had a smile like spring breeze at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes scanned the crowd under the high platform. There were provocative and unconvinced looks from other bards; there was also the faint admiration of the girl; and there was also the curiosity and exploration of watching the excitement. Other than that,

In addition, he also noticed a pair of expectant and enthusiastic eyes in the crowd.

It was a strong knight with pale hair.

Xiwei's eyes only remained calm for a moment, but he was already laughing secretly in his heart.

This blue dragon really couldn't resist the temptation.

Now he has hidden the aura of the champion knight with the help of the system, so the blue dragon cannot discover his identity. In the eyes of the blue dragon, he is just an ordinary person now.

"Summer! Flowers!"

Xiwei sighed, took a deep breath, and seemed to be catching the fragrance of flowers. He walked around the high platform with his eyes slightly closed, seemingly looking for inspiration, but actually recalling the memories of his previous life.

"Please allow me to be your summer,

When summer time has flown by quietly!

Please allow me to be your music,

When the nightingale and the golden eagle have restrained their singing voices!

Please allow me to bloom for you, I will cross the grave and spread my flowers everywhere! Please pick me, anemone, and your flowers will bloom for you forever!”

After chanting, Xiwei smiled and bowed.

The crowd around was a little quiet, and the bards were shaking their heads, seeming to be still immersed in the artistic conception brought to them by this poem.

The girls stared at the man on the high platform with bright eyes, wanting to immediately strip him of his clothes and drag him back to their boudoir.

"Okay!" Bryant roared, causing the people around him to tremble and cover their ears in pain.

"What an elegant poem."

The palace alchemist also reacted and gave King Winter warm applause on the high platform.

"I think we can give William Shakespeare's poetry an excellent score. What do you think?"

The old alchemist turned around and asked the other alchemists.

Standing on the high platform is the King of Winter.

Of course the alchemists didn't have any objections.

However, I still put it all together, and then gave the King of Winter an excellent evaluation.

“A well-deserved review!”

Bryant smiled and clapped his hands.

He decided to keep these judges alive even if he attacks Dragon Fire City in the future. At least these alchemists are very appreciative and can be retained to help him select outstanding bards.

Bards who wait until they are evaluated as "Excellent" will be directly qualified to compete for the championship.

So follow the rules.

Xiwei happily sat on the candidate seat for the championship.

Although the other bards were reluctant, they did not dare to have any opinions.

This was not only because there were knights guarding him around, but also because William Shakespeare really deserved such an evaluation, and they were willing to bow down.

"Next! Rain·White Harrier·Fruit!"

The old alchemist pushed up his glasses, and as soon as he finished speaking, a short young man jumped onto the high platform.

Although he looks very petite, this young man has a handsome appearance, with a snow-white ponytail tied behind his head and a little beard on his lips. Anyone who looks at him will say "What a handsome young man."

"Your question is, distance."ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

"Start your performance~"

The court alchemist made an inviting gesture.

Bai Yao imitated Xiwei's example, first bowed to the judges' table, and then began to wander around on the high platform, pretending to be thinking.

The topics are all known in advance.

Of course, the poems were prepared a long time ago. Xiwei wrote them down himself and asked her to memorize them.

Otherwise, with her simple little head, she would be confused.

I'm afraid I will never be able to think of a poem related to distance in my entire life.

After a while, she opened her eyes and chanted loudly:

"The furthest distance in the world,

It’s not the distance between life and death,

But I stand in front of you,

You don't know I love you.

The farthest distance in the world,

Not the path among the stars,

But even if the trajectories intersect,

But in an instant he was nowhere to be found.

The farthest distance in the world,

is the distance between fish and birds,

One is in the sky and the other is hidden deep in the ocean."

As soon as this poem came out, everything fell silent.

Everyone looked blankly at the handsome young man on the high platform.

The artistic conception in this poem is no longer a superficial work that can be put together with a little ink. This is a truly master-level poem!

"Okay! Okay!"

As a giant dragon.

Bryant's reaction was quicker.

He was the first to cheer and applaud again.

He didn't expect that the obscene bard in front of him fed him so much shit, but he ended up harvesting two such outstanding talents at the end!

What is this called?

This is the guide of destiny!

People around him applauded, and the alchemists on the judges' bench also made their verdicts.

"I believe that the level of this poem does not require me to elaborate too much." The old alchemist looked like he was still unfinished. He always felt that this poem could be longer, and he felt like he wanted to add more to it.

But he respects originality.

"We give this poem an excellent rating. Please go to the champion candidate seat and wait for a moment."

White Harrier obediently complied and sat across from Xi Wei. The two "top bards", one big and one small, looked at each other and smiled, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

"Next, Saipan!"

"Theme, skirt, start your performance!"

…

Bryant cheered up.

He was full of expectations.

I hope that in the next competition, there will be bards who receive "excellent" evaluations.

However, he was destined to be disappointed.

Because the next bard continued to feed him shit.

Finally I stayed up for another two hours.

The minstrel competition has concluded successfully.

It is a pity that, except for the two top poets who were rated as "excellent", only five bards were rated as "qualified", and none were rated as "good".
To be continued...