A few more muddy water -touching poets, not only Bryant is impatient, but even the court alchemist who has been sitting there has reached the edge of the collapse.

Fortunately, this torture has entered the end.

"Step!"

The crisp footsteps came, and the crowd automatically separated from a road. I saw a elegant dress and a golden boot.

At this time, the voice of the court refiner also sounded.

"The next! William Shashvih!"

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

The corner of Xiwei has a spring breeze with a spring breeze, and his eyes are swept through the crowd under the high platform. There are other bard poets provocated and unconvinced; there are girls with a faint love; and the curiosity and inquiry of watching the lively.

Instead, he also noticed a pair of eyes with expectations and enthusiasts in the crowd.

It was a pale strong knight.

Havi's eyes just stagnated for a moment, but he had a secret smile in his heart.

This blue dragon did not hold back the temptation.

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

"Summer! Flower!"

Xi Wei sighed that he took a deep breath and seemed to be catching the aroma of flowers. He took a step around the high platform and closed his eyes slightly. It seemed to be looking for inspiration. In fact, he was remembering the memory of the previous life.

"Please allow me to be your summer,

When the summer time has quietly fluttered!

Please allow me to be your music,

When the nightingale and the Golden Eagle converged, the singing voice!

Please allow me to bloom for you. I will cross the grave and sow my flowers everywhere! Please pick me, silver lotus, your flowers will bloom for you until forever! "

After Yin Yong finished, Xiwei smiled and bowed.

The crowd around him was a little quiet. Those binquets shook their heads and seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception that this poem brought to them.

The girls stared at the men on the high platform with their eyes, and they couldn't wait to peel his clothes back to his boudoir.

"Okay!" Brian yelled, and the people around him were full of excitement, covering his ears painfully.

"Really an elegant poem."

The court alchemist also reacted, giving the Winter Winter King's warm applause on the high platform.

"I think I can score a excellent score to the poetry of William Shashvish, what do you think?"

The old alchemist turned his head over and asked several other alchemists.

Standing on the high platform is the Winter King.

Of course, a lot of alchemists have no opinion.

However, it still meant the meaning of the fake bar, and then gave the Winter King a good evaluation.

"Really renamed evaluation!"

Bryant patted his hands with a smile.

He decided that even if he attacked Longhuo City in the future, he left these judges for a living. At least these alchemists appreciated the level, and he could keep it specifically to help him screen an excellent bard poet.

Wait until the "excellent" binquet poet will directly qualify for the championship.

So according to the rules.

Havidi sat on the champion's candidate seat.

Although other binquets are unwilling, they dare not have any opinions.

This is not only because there are knights around them, but also because this William Shashvih is indeed worthy of such an evaluation. They are willing to worship the wind.

"Next! Rain · White! · Fruit!"

The old alchemist pushed the glasses, and as soon as the words fell, a young man with a small figure jumped on the high stage.

Although it looks very petite, these young people are beautiful and beautiful. The snow -white horse is behind the head, and a bit of beard on the lips. Anyone who will see it will praise "a beautiful beautiful boy".

"Your title is, distance."

"Start your performance ~"

The court alchemist made an invitation gesture.

Bai Yan learned about Havi, and first bowed to the judge's seat, and then began to hover on the high platform to dress up to look like thinking.

The questions are all known in advance.

Of course, poetry was ready for a long time, and Hiwei personally wrote down and shouted her back.

Otherwise, with her simple little head melon.

I am afraid I can't think of poetry related to distance.

For a long while, she opened her eyes and chanted loudly:

"The longest distance in the world,

Not the distance between life and death,

But I'm standing in front of you,

You don't know I love you.

The farthest distance in the world,

Not the trajectory between the stars,

But even though the trajectory meets,

But I have nowhere to find it.

The farthest distance in the world,

The distance between fish and birds,

One in the sky, one hidden deep underwater. "

This poem comes out, and everything is silent.

Everyone looked at the beautiful beautiful teenagers on the high platform.

The artistic conception in this poem is not a superficial surface. This is a real master -level poem!

"Okay! Okay!"

As a dragon.

Bryant's response is faster.

It was the first one to applaud, the first applause.

He did not expect that the prostitution poets fed him so much shit, but as a result, he could gain two such excellent talents when it was about to end!

What is this called?

This is the guidance of fate!

The people around him applauded, and the alchemists on the judges also made rulings.

"I believe that the level of this poem does not need to be repeated too much." The old refiner was still unhappy. He always felt that this poem could still be longer, and there was a feeling of trying to add bricks to it.

But he respects the original.

"We evaluate this excellent poem, please go to the champion candidate for a while."

Bai Yan took a good picture, sitting opposite Havi, a big and one small "top bard poet" smiled at each other, his eyes stared at.

"Next, Saipan!"

"Theme, skirt, start your performance!"

Nympho

Bryant's spirit of spirit.

He is looking forward to it.

I hope that in the next game, the blooming poet who has received "excellent" evaluation.

However, he is destined to be disappointed.

Because the next binquet continues to feed him shit.

Finally boiled for two hours.

The chairman contest ended successfully.

Unfortunately, except for the two top poets who have been rated as "excellent", only five binquets have been evaluated by "qualified", and the "good" upper "good" is not one.
To be continued...