Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Yun Yang's poem had already been publicly accepted as extremely good.    

Although Ye Zimei didn't have any opinions now, but she wasn't someone who could be slandered by anyone.    

In the eyes of the crowd, Ling Tian's words were already a provocation.    

"Ling Tian, what right do you have to say such arrogant words, I do not believe that you can write a poem that is even more wonderful than Yun Yang's!"    

On the Prince Zhongshan's side, Lin Zhuoran was the first to refuse to accept this outcome.    

"Hehe, you lost at the hands of others, what can you do if you can't accept it?!"    

Ling Tian glanced over, and a sneer formed on his lips.    

"You!"    

Lin Zhuoran was immediately speechless. Just now, he had lost to Ling Tian in terms of sound, this was a fact!    

"Hmph, you little b * stard, putting on an act, you're actually quite similar to that master of yours!" However, being as arrogant as you are today, if you cannot take out any real items, I, Li Kan, will definitely not let you off! "    

The Prince Zhongshan coldly stated at this moment.    

"Ling Tian, I'm curious, what poem are you using to win against me!"    

At this moment, Yun Yang, who was standing on the platform, finally lifted his Eyes and looked at Ling Tian.    

His eyes were filled with an unyielding fighting spirit.    

Similarly, he could not tolerate Ling Tian's tone.    

He was even more outstanding than he was one year ago. He did not believe that Ling Tian could surpass him.    

He was exceptionally confident with this poem of his!    

"Haha, Yun Yang, I already said you aren't convinced. Fine, then I'll make you accept it!"    

Ling Tian laughed at the sky, waved his hand, and a case appeared in front of him.    

However, Ling Tian did not use his brush, and instead looked at Ye Zimei who was hidden by the Array.    

"However, I need the Yellowhorse to help me with the ink study!"    

When Ling Tian said this, the entire Thousand Flowers Paradise instantly quietened down.    

Everyone within the holy abode where a pin drop could be heard was because of Ling Tian's words. They looked at each other.    

Let Yellowhorse study the ink.    

This Ling Tian, had he really gone mad?    

He wouldn't really treat the Yellowhorse as a geisha who was trying to show off his skills, right?    

Even the crown prince and the Prince Zhongshan would not make such an unreasonable request.    

"Ling Tian! Are you crazy? Do you know what you're saying? Let Zimei grind for you, who do you think you are! "    

Lin Zhuoran slammed his hand on the table, he stood up and glared at Ling Tian.    

Everyone knew that in the Jade Mansion, he was the most fond of Ye Zimei. Even if there were so many beauties and beauties in the Palace Courtyard, he would not put Lin Zhuoran in his eyes.    

"Hmph, Ling Tian, I think you are tired of living!"    

Li Kan's face also darkened to the extreme.    

"I know that the Yellowhorse has an exalted status, but the poems I have written are also extraordinary. Back then, when I wrote a poem that went through hundreds and thousands of battles, Mr. Chen, the censor, himself, wrote it for me. I admit that today's poem is not like any other poem in the past. If we can get the Yellowhorse's ink, it would be adding flowers to the luster of the flower, and would become a beautiful story on its own! "    

"I can also guarantee that this poem will definitely not disgrace Yellowhorse's identity ?"    

Ling Tian stood with his hands behind his back, simply not putting the berating of others in his eyes at all.    

"This is so funny, where is your confidence coming from?" I, Li Kan, have been in Chang An for so long, yet I have never seen such a shameless person like you! "    

Prince Zhongshan was simply about to be killed by Ling Tian.    

This Ling Tian was shameless, and what he did seemed to be true.    

"We naturally believe in Young Noble Ling's talent, but it is indeed inappropriate for you to have such an identity. Why don't I help Young Master research the ink? "    

Yue Qianfang's eyes turned as she suddenly laughed.    

When everyone heard this, they were shocked.    

Isn't it very unusual for Pavilion Master Yue to help Ling Tian with the ink stone?    

Could it be that the Pavilion Master wanted to give the crown prince face?    

"No, this poem was written by the Yellowhorse, she can only study the ink!"    

However, Ling Tian simply did not appreciate it and flatly refused.    

"You!"    

Yue Qianfang's face instantly turned cold. This Ling Tian, she really did not know what was good for herself.    

As the Pavilion Master, she had already given the crown prince and him sufficient face.    

Looking at Ling Tian's unmoved expression, Yue Qianfang was about to flip out.    

"In that case, let me do it ?"    

Unexpectedly, just as everyone was watching coldly and prepared to see how Ling Tian would embarrass himself, the Array at the center of the stage suddenly dropped down.    

Ye Zimei who was dressed in all white, like a blooming lotus flower, actually walked down from the stage.    

Ye Zimei agreed!    

This caused everyone to be so shocked that their jaws nearly fell off.    

Hua Kui and Ye Zimei, who had almost never put the complexions of any member of the Wealthy Class in the Chang'an City, had actually agreed to Ling Tian's seemingly unreasonable request!    

This was simply inconceivable.    

What was so special about this Ling Tian that could make him compromise?    

That Lin Zhuoran, was even more unable to accept it. She stood there in a daze, watching Ye Zimei as he walked down step by step, her face turning green.    

He had loved Ye Zimei for so long, yet he had never seen Ye Zimei before. He had so much attention towards him, how could he not be at Ling Tian's level?    

"Thank you Yellowhorse for your appreciation."    

Ling Tian nodded his head. Actually, he did not expect Ye Zimei to promise him so readily.    

"No need for thanks. If your poems do not meet my requirements, don't blame me for being impolite."    

Ye Zimei's charming face flashed with a hint of coldness that was rarely seen.    

"Don't worry Yellowhorse!"    

Ling Tian laughed and opened up the paper.    

"Since it's a poem written for me, then use mine!"    

However, with a wave of Ye Zimei's hand, a set of Four Treasures from the study appeared on top of Ling Tian's table.    

The paper was like snow, and the brush was like jade.    

"Sigh, it's the Snow Jade and Liufang Brush that Yellowhorse received at last year's Courtesan Belle selection!"    

"Yes, these are all things that the Yellowhorse has for himself. They are all things that belong to the palace. It's never going to be borrowed, this Ling Tian is simply too fortunate! "    

"Hmph, Yellowhorse values him so much, of course the requirements are extremely high. If this Ling Tian fails to meet the requirements, then we'll just have to wait and see!"    

When everyone saw this, their eyes were filled with jealousy.    

"Alright!"    

Ling Tian laughed lightly, the brush in his hand dipped into the ink that Ye Zimei had opened. Without thinking, he immediately put the brush down.    

Ye Zimei was the closest to her. As she studied the ink, she peeked out to see a wisp of black hair falling with the wind. It was extremely beautiful on her jade-like white face.    

However, Ye Zimei did not notice, her gaze had always been on the brush in Ling Tian's hands. Following the appearance of Ling Tian's words, her expression also gradually changed.    

Yue Qianfang was naturally curious as well. Walking forward to take a look, she was also very surprised, but she did not forget to directly write a projection of Array above Ling Tian's head, allowing everyone to see the success of Ling Tian's poem.    

Everyone was naturally curious to see the changes in Ye Zimei and her face.    

Such arrogant words from Ling Tian, perhaps he really had something to rely on, and it wasn't impossible.    

The Crown Prince was also leisurely watching while swaying the folding fan.    

Not only that, on the peak of a mountain in the distance, the golden-robed elderly man, Chen Xuanling and a group of great powers in the Martial Dao also put down the wine cup in their hands. They instantly stared at the distant Array.    

"Hahaha, this brat is truly amazing, at this time, he didn't forget to bring you out, the only person who can make you write for a junior, is this Ling Tian!"    

The golden-robed elder suddenly laughed softly.