"Writing poetry?"

Everyone laughed.

If you write poetry, most people present will not give up.

The only thing is that I can't help but have a headache with the two seniors, Master Huo and Mr. Zheng. It's a bit of a headache.

But I am not timid, maybe this is a good opportunity. Writing poetry is sometimes just a matter of a flash of inspiration. Experience and knowledge are important, but even with such a flash of inspiration, it is very likely to create a quatrain that will be passed down through the ages.

Ouyang Shishi seemed to have thought that her decision to write poems would satisfy most people. Furthermore, she also wanted to see if Wu Yuan was really as powerful as the rumors said, and she actually had some expectations.

But what people didn't expect was that Ouyang Shishi suddenly changed the subject.

"I think everyone is tired after several battles, especially there are two seniors here, so I discussed it with Prince Xile. The last round of literary fighting will be suspended first, and then we will start the physical fighting. Wait for the physical fighting.

After it’s over, let’s have a literary fight.”

After hearing Ouyang Shishi's words, everyone agreed after thinking about it.

But as everyone knows, this suggestion was made by Wu Yuan because he was really tired now.

The painting just now seems to be quite exhausting, so I need to take a rest.

At this time, someone asked: "Can we invite people to help us in a martial arts fight?"

At this time, Xile stepped forward. Ouyang Shishi had just presided over the fighting, so the next part of the fighting was naturally left to her.

"Yes, of course you can hire someone. This also depends on the background of each of your families, so if you can't hire a master, there is no need to blame others."

After everyone heard it, they didn't have much opinion.

It's just that some people are happy and some are sad, and indeed some people don't ask experts to help.

But these people are still a minority. Most of the people here are either children of aristocratic families or merchants and gentry. Therefore, for their own safety, they like to spend a lot of money to hire experts as bodyguards or guards.

At this time, Xile added: "Although you can invite experts to help, you can only invite one person, and you cannot change people midway. Otherwise, you will lose."

This request was not too much, and it actually made the non-sayers breathe a sigh of relief.

As for experts, they do have them, but not too many.

Zhao Kuan sneered, and then said to Mr. Zheng: "Sir, just take a rest first, and then let me teach them a lesson."

"Master, are you going to do it yourself?" Mr. Zheng looked at Zhao Kuan in surprise.

He understands Zhao Kuan and has a very stable character, so he will not take risks easily.

Zhao Kuan had a cold look on his face, "I just want to take this opportunity to relax my muscles and bones, and let them know that I, Zhao Kuan, am not a weakling."

Mr. Zheng was stunned, knowing that Zhao Kuan was angry because he had lost face just now and needed a place to vent.

At the same time, I also knew that Zhao Kuan's character was very difficult to change once he made up his mind, so he simply stopped trying to persuade him.

Everyone was surprised to see Zhao Kuan standing up first.

Li Yindi asked directly: "Am I right? Brother Zhao is planning to take action personally?"

Zhao Kuan looked at Li Yindi with disdain, "Yes, brother Li, do you dare to go out and compete with me in person?"

Li Yindi suddenly felt something in his heart. He had never learned any martial arts, so he would not seek death.

But he hadn't heard much about Zhao Kuan's great abilities, but if he thought about it carefully, conflicts in their circle rarely happened, and even if there were conflicts, they would not resolve them personally.

Now it seems that Zhao Kuan is hidden deep enough.

"Forget it, without this mood, let my family worship accompany you to play."

The worship of the Li family is not small, and the long -standing master has been a good sword.

Others also ended in the end, and those who planned to participate soon had already come out.

A total of about twenty people looks at restrained one by one, and it seems that the ability is not weak.

However, when these people cheered their palms to prepare for a big job, Xi Le suddenly patted his hands, and saw a group of girls walking out.

And these maids still hold the needle line and look like white insoles.

These girls found a person in the field, and then walked behind them under the surprised eyes of these people.

When the crowd was puzzled, Xi Le said: "Don't resist, today's martial arts, we don't play with swords and sticks, play new tricks."

"You can call it a game or a sport. In the most, this play method not only considers your skills, but also test your IQ."

Between Xi Le's speaking, those girls sewed the white insoles in the center of their back.

It looks weird, and it also makes these people a little bit embarrassed.

Martial arts are martial arts, not as swords and sticks. What sports games?

What do you say to test their IQ? What jokes? If they have IQ, they have long been a scholar.

It seemed to be stupid, and everyone said uncomfortably.

While feeling the movement of the back girl, Zhao Kuan observed others.

Zhao Kuan saw that the white insole was not actually insoles. It should be regarded as a rectangular insole fabric that has not been tailored.

Then use the needle wire to squeeze with the clothes on the body, but leave a distance of one inch on the left and right edges.

Even if he has never seen this strange way of playing.

Then, after these girls were sewed, someone walked over with a brush.

Then write the name on the white fabric, you can write the name of the contestants, or you can write the name representing their master.

Zhao Kuan knew that he had written his name on his back, but what's the use of this?

At this time, Wu Yuan looked at this scene very kindly. He was simply a genius. In ancient times, he made a game of tearing a brand.

Alas, I really miss it.

Wu Yuan was caught in memories. That summer, eating duck goods, drinking cola, watching the running man.

The link of tearing the brand is his favorite. Although sometimes it feels a bit fake, he likes this kind of game with conspiracy with conspiracy.

Xi Le came over at this time, "Are you sure this tearing brand game is really so fun?"

"Of course, you look at it." There was a confident smile in the corner of Wu Yuan's mouth.

Then looked back at Yan Miao and said, "How is it? Is it sewing?"

Yan Miao nodded, "Rest assured, the sewing is dead."

Wu Yuan Hehe is happy, the game is what he came up with, and there are cheating in this condition. Naturally, you can't miss it.

Then Wu Yuan nodded to Xi Le, "It means that it can start."
Chapter completed!