Zhou Cheng stood opposite Li Chong with a calm expression in his hand, looking at the Wendao Juren with great interest.

Li Chong held a pen and paper in his hand, with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "What's your name? You can achieve the power comparable to Juren's War Poetry through martial arts practice. You are already qualified to let me know your name."

Generally speaking, when facing warriors, literati collectively call them warriors, and they are too lazy to ask about their names.

Although Li Chong was distracted by Zhou Cheng's terrifying power, he still made a lofty attitude, trying to hit Zhou Cheng's mind in this way.

However, Zhou Cheng's spirit has now opened, his spiritual sense is stable, and his mind has even realized the ninth-level magical artifact. For him, the aura pressure created by Li Chong is even worse than that of a ox-haired drizzle.

So Zhou Cheng still looked smiling, and he bowed and said, "Next Zhou Cheng."

"Zhou Cheng?" Li Chong murmured in a low voice, as if he felt that the name was a little unfamiliar, but then he felt relieved and felt that it was normal to be unfamiliar. After all, no matter how bored a literati were, they would not care about warriors.

"Your weapon is a bit strange." Li Chong looked at the Snake Spear in Zhou Cheng's hand, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and chuckled: "Come on, come and attack me, let me see if you really have the strength to match it with such powerful power."

The county magistrate on the high platform smiled and said, "It seems that Xiaoyou Li is already confident."

Bai Juren whispered: "Mr. County Magistrate, I heard that Juren Li wrote a battle poem. When the poem was completed, his literary spirit soared into the sky, and the opportunity of killing and killing enveloped the entire courtyard. Maybe you will see it today."

When the county magistrate heard this, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "If this is true, Xiaoyou Li is afraid he will be like a Jinshi."

Another juren frowned and said, "If Brother Li wrote such a war poem today, the little ghost on the other side would probably not be able to survive."

"Hehe." The scholar in green robe chuckled a few times and said, "It's just a martial artist. If he can't survive, he can't live. It's not a big deal."

Zhou Cheng in the square said to Li Chong: "If I take action, you will not have the chance to write a war poem. You can come first."

Zhou Cheng's voice was quite clear, and both the people on the high platform and the warriors watching outside the square could hear clearly.

Regardless of the different expressions of the county magistrate and others on the high platform, whether they laughed or despised, even the warrior felt that Zhou Cheng was a little arrogant.

"Isn't this kid so confused? He really thought that if he was strong, he could ignore the juren's Zhan poem?"

"We warriors and literati fight each other, and the only chance of winning is to launch an attack before the war poem is finished, otherwise there is absolutely no possibility of victory."

"Haha, after all, he was frivolous and could have such martial arts at such a young age. It may not be a bad thing to suffer some setbacks."

Li Chong looked at Zhou Cheng like a fool and asked in disbelief: "Do you want me to fight poetry first?"

Zhou Cheng still looked calm and said with a gentle smile: "That's right, Juren Li, please write a war poem."

Li Chong's face changed instantly. A young warrior dared to look down on him like this. There were still county magistrates and many juren sitting on the platform!

This was a huge insult. He laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, since you are so arrogant, I will fulfill you!"

After saying that, Li Chong was about to lift up his brush to write a poem on the literary paper. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable breath covering him. His right hand holding the brush trembled slightly, and he could not move at all.

A huge sense of crisis surged in my heart, as if he would be dismembered by a knife and die on the spot as long as he picked up his pen and wrote a poem!

Wendao cultivates the mind. Generally speaking, the mind of a juren is quite tenacious. Even if he encounters a major change, he will not lose his inch. However, Li Chong now feels that a mountain is pressing on his heart, his mind is covered with dust and becomes dull.

"What's going on? Why is this happening!?" Li Chong's forehead was sweating like rain, his body trembling. He could not understand what was going on now.

Is it that senior Wendao used spiritual suppression? Or is there something wrong with my own literary mind? Or... Li Chong's eyes suddenly turned to Zhou Cheng.

Just as he saw this handsome young Taoist looking at him with a smile, people and animals were harmless, but Li Chong saw a bright silver snake-shaped light in his abyss-like eyes, accompanied by an endless murderous aura!

Li Chong is a little familiar with this murderous aura. This is the murderous intent in the army and the murderous intent on the battlefield, but it is a hundred times stronger than what he knows!

If an ordinary person sees such murderous aura, he will be scared to faint in an instant!

However, Li Chong was a scholar who had entered the literary world. In this situation, although he was very scared, he still kept working his mind to try to find a way to escape.

"No, I can't continue like this. If I continue like this, I will definitely lose! How can I lose to a first-level martial artist as a juren!" Li Chong's face was ferocious, his eyes widened, and his forehead was exposed, trying his best to get rid of the fear in his heart.

He wanted to write poems, write poems, and use literary and art to kill the hateful boy in front of him!

But whenever he wanted to move his right hand, a bright silver light would pass through his heart, and then the scene would appear when his own blood splattered and his eyes were closed.

The juren on the high platform had already frowned, and Bai Juren pondered: "What's going on with Brother Li? Why don't you write a poem?"

Another juren was also puzzled: "Looking at Brother Li, it seems that he is enduring this great pain."

The green-robed scholar snorted coldly and said, "This Li Chong is probably a coward. He wants to take the opportunity to break through his heartbrokenness, but he didn't expect that he was not at all."

The county magistrate of Yongzhou also looked suspicious this time, not sure what was going on in the audience. A juren was so scared that he dared not write a poem in front of a warrior. Although this seemed to be the case, it was simply impossible.

The warriors who watched outside the venue were already a little impatient. If they hadn't been concerned about Wendao's power, they would have cursed them long ago. Even so, a few people began to mock Li Chong with a scolding.

At this time, Li Chong's face in the square was already blue, his eyes were filled with blood, his lips were bitten and red blood flowed out, as if he was resisting this great mental pressure.

His eyes stared at Zhou Cheng opposite him, and roared angrily: "I want to kill him, I must kill him! I want to write poetry, poetry, and war poetry to kill him!"

"ah!"

Li Chongyangtian roared angrily, as if he had finally broken free from some kind of restraint. His right hand holding a brush suddenly raised up, and he was about to write a war poem on the literary paper!

However, at this moment, the Snake Spear in Zhou Cheng's hand deflected slightly, and the sun shone on it, and a silver light reflected on Li Chong's face.

Li Chong suddenly froze like a stone sculpture, like a speeding wild horse suddenly tied up. All his actions came to an abrupt end and he stood there blankly.

Bang!

The brush in Li Chong's hand fell to the ground, and he shook it slightly for a few times before he stopped moving.

The Wendao Jur trembled all over, his eyes became hollow, and his teeth were chewing loudly. After a long time, he finally said word by word: "I... admit defeat."

After saying that, Li Chong seemed to have used all his strength and collapsed to the ground, and the so-called literati style disappeared.

Zhou Cheng was not surprised at this. He held the Snake Spear in his hand and bowed slightly, still with his calm expression and a gentle smile as gentle as jade.

"I've given up."

Then the young Taoist put his sleeve behind him, his eyes turned to the high platform, and said loudly: "Who is the next one?"

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Chapter completed!