"Haha." Ye Hao smiled slightly, looked at the other ten scholars who were in the same round as him with a smile, and said lightly: "Do you think you can win?"

Many scholars shook their heads and left in disappointment. The wealthy businessmen had to leave. It was not that they were too weak, but that the enemy was too strong!

He Caiyun felt that Ye Hao was becoming more and more interesting, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times. This last Begonia Poetry Festival was really not simple.

He Caiyun announced: "Everyone can see the strength of this young man. Ye Hao is still the winner in the second round!"

There was a burst of cheers from the off-field. Although everyone thought Ye Hao was a little crazy, after all, his strength was there, and he should be arrogant and crazy.

Ye Hao felt that the round after round of show-off was not great. Ye Hao glanced at Shangguan Yun who was sitting aside from him, and suddenly felt that he should speed up his progress. He actually wanted to show off and pretend to be a big one!

He Caiyun's words just ended.

Ye Hao said, "My strength has been obvious to everyone. It's too slow to make progress like this now, so let's do it."

Ye Hao waved his sleeves, looked at the wealthy businessmen and scholars, and said lightly: "You all go together!"

All the accompanying scholars on the stage dared not speak because the poem Ye Hao just wrote was too amazing and had reached the point where he could be recorded in history. Ye Hao had the capital to ask everyone to go together.

He Caiyun was a little embarrassed and walked to Ye Hao and said, "The Begonia Poetry Club has never had such a situation in the past years. Please a young hero abide by the rules."

Ye Hao shook his clothes and said lightly: "This is a bad statement, I think everyone has agreed."

"This..." He Caiyun glanced at the many scholars who were silent beside her, and she was a little confused.

At this moment, a cold young man with clear eyebrows and eyes walked out of the crowd, shook the folding fan in his hand and said lightly: "Ye Xiucai is right. I am afraid that few of you are your opponents. I think this is better. In the last round of our game, the winner will challenge General Shangguan, who is the champion. How about this?"

Everyone on the stage was surprised to see this person standing out.

"This is……"

"This is the top scholar of Wen of the Big Geese Dynasty!"

"Oh my God! The No. 1 pick!? Why is he here?"

Wen Zhuangyuan said softly: "Ye Xiucai's literary talent is definitely not inferior to me. The results of round after round are also obvious. With Ye Xiucai's strength, he will definitely enter the last round. What do you think of my suggestion just now?"

"As soon as Wen Zhuangsheng said this, he had to do so."

"Yes, Ye Xiucai is really amazing and we are defeated."

Everyone echoed.
Chapter completed!