1592: C1592 Lord of the Snowwatch House

C1592 Lord of the Snowwatch House

"Wow, this poem is really excellent. Being gentle and beautiful without losing a single bit of arrogance, it is truly the pinnacle of praise for my younger generation."

When the maid held the empty bottle, her face flushed red. She looked at Ling Tian and asked: "Big Brother Zhan, do you still have any of this wine?"

"Gone ?"

Although there was still a lot in the storage ring, Ling Tian knew the principle of valuing rare items.

"Then this bottle should be able to be collected by me. I wonder who could be so amazing to be able to produce such a powerful poem."

Even though that maid was not a beauty of a kingdom, she was still extremely beautiful. Furthermore, her cultivation was at the Level One Martial Monarch as well.

"Hehe, that's alright. If you like it, you can take it."

When the maid heard this, she immediately became overjoyed and hurriedly put the bottle away. "Thank you, Big Brother Zhan!"

"Wine is good wine, and poetry is also good poetry. However, in the face of the snow and wind in the North Region, it is not very suitable."

However, as Leng Xuanye drank another mouthful of the flying snow wine, his expression changed several times, but in the end, he looked lonely.

"Zheng, bring me a brush and ink!"

Leng Xuanye suddenly stood up and stood in front of the window, looking at the endless flying snow in North Region, suddenly shouted out.

"Alright!"

Yin Zheng seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He stepped forward with his sleeves fluttering, and placed a brush, ink, and paper on the ground in front of him, ready to use it.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this scene, Ling Tian was also surprised, who would have thought that at this time, Leng Xuanye would actually react so emotionally?

Not only Ling Tian, but the surrounding Martial Cultivator on the thirty-second floor did not seem to have any surprises when they saw this, instead, they surrounded him, as if they were waiting for Leng Xuanye to pour out his ink.

At this time, Ling Tian also noticed that in front of every window, there was a small Desk, seemingly specially prepared for this purpose, and on the wall between the windows, there were also many people's Mo Bao. Before, Ling Tian did not notice this, but now, he saw it.

Leng Xuanye muttered to himself for a moment, dipped the brush into the ink, and started writing.

Sick and independent.

Shang Si served as the Vanguard of the Family.

Using the fence to drink Feng Feixue.

Hundred Wars invincible dream.

In an instant, Leng Xuanye's entire body shook. With one hand holding the teapot, and the other holding the lamp, he did not stop at all.

And when he finished writing this poem, the pupils of Ling Tian, who was standing behind him with his hands behind his back, constricted.

This Leng Xuanye, was such a handsome scholar, such a magnanimous heart!

This poem did not have any fancy words piled up on top of each other, but with just a few sentences, it depicted a person with the ambition of becoming a member of the Wei clan, but because of his illness, his ambition could not be raised.

And now, Leng Xuanye was standing right here, and this poem was precisely written by him.

He once dreamed of protecting the borders of the Human Race with his hands at war, but the invincible appearance he had now could only be realized in his dreams.

This was truly a sorrowful feeling.

In the surroundings, Martial Cultivator who were watching the poem sighed continuously.

Xue Qing and the others hugged their shoulders as they looked at each other, and scoffed at each other.

"Bam!"

The flying snow wine was crushed by Leng Xuanye and with a sigh, he placed the brush down.

However, at this moment, a large hand stretched out from behind and caught the brush.

"Heavenly Brother Ling, you ?"

Leng Xuanye's heart skipped a beat but a surprised look flashed across his face.

"Brother Leng, your entire body is filled with pride. It's just a mere sickness, can it stop you?"

"My hands are itchy all of a sudden, how about letting me write a poem for you?"

On Ling Tian's pockmarked face, a look of excitement rose.

He could not bear for a heaven's pride level expert like Leng Xuanye to fall just like that.

No matter what, he had to think of a way to make this heaven's pride level expert achieve his dream of invincible throughout the centuries.

Not only because of Leng Xuanye's heart and ambition, but also because he, Ling Tian, was invincible, he, had once written about it.

And now, this was the first time he saw these four words appearing in the hands of someone else.

"Big Brother Zhan, you still won't ?"

Yin Zheng had not finished speaking when the surrounding Martial Cultivator s all laughed at him. At this moment, they were all outside the range of the soundproof Array and could hear him.

Who doesn't know that Leng Xuanye is the number one genius in the North Region. His Sir An Ye, was sealed because of his poem, not because of the combat power, you want to give him a poem?

Xue Qing hugged his shoulders and laughed, but did not speak a word, while the other disciples of the Xuanming Ghost Valley continued to chatter.

"Heavenly Brother Ling, please ?"

However, a glint of light flickered in Leng Xuanye's eyes, and he actually let go of his hand, retreating to the side, and allowing Ling Tian to come over.

Ling Tian stood in front of the brush without any restraint.

At this moment, the crowd was growing larger and larger, to the point that even the experts who were lured down from the top saw the scene and couldn't help but gather around.

Young Master An Ye's ink splashing was already rare, and now someone wanted to gift him a poem?

"AHH!" Chief Manager's! "

Previously, Attendant was standing on the stairs that led to the 33rd floor, but now, an ice-cold hand was on his shoulder.

Behind him was a woman covered in a black dress. Her hair was tied up like smoke and her snow-white face was covered by a black veil. Other than her tall and graceful figure, there was nothing else that could be seen.

"Be quiet and leave."

The girl spoke coldly, but her gaze was still looking down on the figure with the brush in front of her.

"Hu!"

After taking a deep breath, Ling Tian's heart was already prepared. Leng Xuanye still had nearly half of his paper, so he did not change his paper.

A hundred years of shame had yet to die; When would Human Race's hatred be extinguished?1

Divine Weapon, ChenDuo Beast, ice sheet Breaking the Great Sea.

He was hungry for the Northern Demonic Beast's meat, and was talking about wanting to drink the demonic blood.

From the beginning, he had to clean up the old mountains and rivers.

Like a war general who had just returned back for revenge, Ling Tian lifted his Divine Weapon and roared at Demon Race, who was located in the north, and Devil Witch Race, who was outside of Hanhai, furiously.

Everyone understood, Ling Tian was writing about the great battle five hundred years ago!

This Ling Tian, he's actually thinking about revenge?

"A hundred years of shame!"

"Big ambitions, hunger, and thirst for the demon beast's blood!"

"Hahaha, good poem, great poem!"

"Waiter, serve the wine!"

In front of it, Leng Xuanye bellowed to himself, he was extremely excited, and raised his hand, asking for wine.

Swish!

A ray of light flashed, and it was a bottle of flying snow wine s.

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw that the person who had attacked was actually a woman dressed in a long black fiendish dress that covered her entire body in a faint black fog.

Ling Tian also turned around, but when he saw his, he raised his eyebrows.

Although he did not know who this woman was, the faint pressure she emitted caused Ling Tian's heart to tremble. Although this kind of tyrannical aura was not as strong as that of Daoist Qi Tian, Ling Tian had only experienced it from Feng Xuan and the Nine Heavens Yunhai Pavilion Lord.

Who was this woman, to be able to compare to the master of the Sendai?

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