Supreme Martial Artist

Asking her to take off her veil was simply an impossible task.

Huangfu Qiuyun on the side already showed disappointment in his eyes.

The cold face turned to one side, as if she had given up hope.

"Meng Kaiyu?"

Shangguan Yangrong saw no one answered and directly called his name.

"I have little talent and little knowledge. I disappoint my eldest brother Shangguan."

Meng Kaiyu stood up from his seat and bowed deeply.

He knows what's appropriate and never shows too much.

What's more, in front of Shangguan Yangrong.

Shangguan Yangrong also frowned.

Meng Kaiyu, the most cultivated among the nephews of the four great aristocratic families, has given up the opportunity, so who else can come?

"Brother Meng, why don't you let me give it a try."

At this moment, Rong Jinglong stood up, patted his chest, and said shamelessly.

"Brother Rong Xian, don't make mistakes!"

Meng Kaiyu whispered, trying to stop him.

But Rong Jinglong was already staring at Huangfu Qiuyun and thinking carefully.

After a while, he shook his head and started chanting: "My daughter is sad, marrying a man is like a turtle."

"My daughter is worried, and a big monkey appears in the embroidery room" while chanting, watching Huangfu Qiuyun's reaction.

Huangfu Qiuyun was still like an iceberg, leaning against the railing at the edge of the arena.

He held his chin with his right hand and looked into the distance with his eyes, unwilling to look at Rong Jinglong at all.

The left hand that was naturally resting on the leg was indeed clenched tightly.

Before Rong Jinglong could finish reading, Shangguan Yangrong had interrupted him.

"It's just nonsense!"

Shangguan Yangrong looked stern and reprimanded loudly: "This is the Fengchu Assembly, not your dirty Goulan Courtyard!"

"If you can't recite poetry, why bother to show off?"

"Sit down and listen carefully to how others pronounce it."

"yes."

Rong Jinglong's whole body trembled, he quickly closed his mouth and sat down.

Don’t dare say it again! Shangguan Yangrong has always been the guiding light on his path of cultivation.

Naturally, he has great respect for Shangguan Yangrong.

There was no objection to Shangguan Yangrong's reprimand.

Shangguan Yangrong raised his head and continued to scan the guests in the audience.

"Who else is willing to give it a try?"

Seeing these young talents from Medicine Master City shrinking back, Shangguan Yangrong suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Sister Qiuyun, how about?" He turned around and wanted to discuss with Huangfu Qiuyun whether this poem recitation session should end hastily like this.

At this moment, a poem came to his ears.

"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of face, spring breeze lifts the sill and reveals the rich dew."

He immediately turned around and saw a strange young man slowly walking out of the crowd.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on this stranger.

Who is this?

They were filled with doubts.

Some guests were shocked.

This is Ye Xinghe! That unruly young man actually recited such a beautiful poem! "If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."

Ye Xinghe smiled slightly and looked at Huangfu Qiuyun.

"This Qingping tune is for Miss Qiuyun."

"My name is Huangfu Qiuyun."

She tore off her veil, her eyebrows arched, as if they were about to drip.

A smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

Like the bright moon, it illuminates the entire Huangfu family mansion! It blends with the surrounding light and shadow, just right, and outlines a wonderful picture.

One point more is too fat, one point less is too thin.

In an instant, there was silence in the entire courtyard.

Everyone stared at Huangfu Qiuyun's face, not daring to express their anger.

I was afraid that my rude behavior would break this beautiful scenery.

I just want to quickly reflect everything in front of me into my brain! Shangguan Yangrong, however, was still bowing his head in thought.

"The clouds think of the clothes, the flowers think of the face, the spring breeze holds the sill and reveals the richness." He pondered twice and raised his head suddenly.

"What a Qingping tune, what a poem, what a poem!"

"A woman's appearance pleases her. No wonder Sister Qiuyun is willing to take off her veil for you."

"Master, please stay a moment."

Ye Xinghe nodded slightly.

Shangguan Yangrong hugged Ye Xinghe's fists, turned to the people under the ring, and said loudly: "Everyone, this first level has been passed."

"The banquet has been prepared, please come to the banquet living room to enjoy!"

"Let's eat and discuss."

Then he looked at Ye Xinghe: "Master Ye, please stay."

Hearing this, everyone had a look of jealousy on their faces.

"This Ye Xinghe is very important to Brother Shangguan!"

"Isn't it just that I can write a few acid poems? What's so great about it!"

"That's right, I have to give him a look later."

Several people gritted their teeth and whispered, reluctantly got up and headed to the banquet room.

After waiting for everyone to leave, Shangguan Yangrong and Huangfu Qiuyun jumped off the ring.

"Your Majesty, Shangguan Yangrong, do you know your surname?"

"Ye Xinghe."

Ye Xinghe did not hide anything and said calmly.

Shangguan Yangrong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, Ye Xinghe has just become famous in our Medicine Master City."

"Not only is his strength and courage extraordinary, but he is also very comparable to others."

The three of them chatted for a while. Shangguan Yangrong and Huangfu Qiuyun both stood up: "Master Ye, let's go to the banquet hall!"

Ye Xinghe naturally did everything he could, and they went to the banquet hall together.

After Ye Xinghe came in, he found that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the hall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The ingredients are complex, including scrutiny, ridicule, and jealousy.

"Is this the great poet just now?

He looks very ordinary!"

"He is dressed in ordinary clothes, but he is just a lowly person. He can also see Miss Qiu Yun's beauty. He is really lucky!"

"He is just an ant in the fifth floor of Shenggang Realm. He can get into the Phoenix Assembly with his mouth?

No wonder Mr. Rong dares to tease him like this!"

These people whispered to each other.

They laughed from time to time.

It seems that they are waiting for a good show.

When Rong Jinglong saw Ye Xinghe coming, his neck shrank immediately.

Ye Xinghe's strength made him afraid.

But Ye Xinghe's humiliation of him made him even more angry.

If he didn't take revenge, wouldn't he become a laughing stock in Pharmacist City in the future?

A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

He stood up and immediately greeted him.

"Hey, isn't this our great poet?"

He led Ye Xinghe to the table and greeted him warmly: "Sit down quickly!"

Ye Xinghe glanced and saw that the huge banquet hall was already full of people.

Especially in front of Ye Xinghe.

On the five seats, there were five people dressed in ordinary clothes, obviously dressed as guards, all of whom had the strength of the fifth floor of the Divine Gang Realm.

It was the servants of the Rong family who were arranged by Rong Jinglong to sit here.

At this time, Rong Jinglong seemed to have just noticed that the seats were full, and he couldn't help pretending to be surprised and said: "Oh, sorry, there is no seat for our great poet."

"The great poet can only stand by the side!"

"But!"

He smiled, his eyes full of the pleasure of revenge: