Unparalleled Martial God

As Chu Yang paced back and forth, he suddenly activated it. His body turned into a ray of light and shot out into the sky, disappearing without a trace.    

"Humph, you stinking brat, you can run in front of this old man!"    

Rumble rumble rumble!    

The sky shook and an old hand appeared out of nowhere. It reached out into the air and grabbed Chu Yang as if he was a little chick. With a peng sound, Chu Yang was thrown onto the ground.    

"I say, although this marshal has always doted on all of you, that is only for the sake of beauties and beauties. You are all lousy old men, can you not pay so much attention to this marshal? This marshal detests you!"    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

Chu Yang was directly pressed down by a great force and two sticks of battle appeared in the air. It rained down like rain, causing his butt to blossom and his flesh to split open. Only then did he become completely obedient.    

"Brat, can you recite the poem now?"    

He had played himself out.    

Chu Yang wanted to cry but had no tears. He originally wanted to make a poem to show off himself, but who would have thought that these old guys would know that this poem was extraordinary. They wanted to know where he got the entire poem.    

If he had to change it, with his level, there was no chance!    

This poem was too high in quality.    

Chu Yang had a bitter face as he asked, "Do you know Zhou Gongjin, Zhou Yu?"    

"Do you know Zuolong?"    

"Do you know of the Three Kingdoms?"    

"Do you know Cao Mengde, Liu Xuande, or Sun Zhongmeng?"    

He asked a whole bunch of questions before he could retort, "You are all uncultured people. Even if this marshal recites the entire poem, it will only be a play to a cow. Why do you have to be humiliated?"    

Pah pah pah!    

Chu Yang had just used his mana to heal his wounds, then ripped open his skin again. The pain made him shout out loud, "You forced this marshal to do this, don't blame this marshal for not showing mercy, this proves that you have no culture."    

Pah pah pah!    

Another fight, and he finally surrendered.    

"To the east of the great river, to the tides, to the people who have gone through the ages. On the east side of the base, the people said, Zhou Lang of the three nations, Red Cliff. Rocks flew in the sky, waves crashed against the shore, and a thousand piles of snow were lifted. The mountains were like a painting, and for a time, there were many heroes present. "    

"Remembering the time when Gongjin was first married, little Qiao was handsome and had a head full of hair. She had a feather fan and a towel, and as they chatted and laughed, the oars turned into ashes, and the smoke evaporated. She returned to her homeland in a trance, and she laughed at me for being sentimental and emotional, but she gave birth to a beautiful hair, like a dream in the human world, and gave birth to Jiang Yue in a single bottle."    

Chu Yang abruptly finished reading and then shouted, "Now you're satisfied, you know how scary you are without any culture?"    

Without a single word to him, a few elderly voices continued to discuss in the void.    

"When I heard about this poem, I knew that it was pretty good. I immediately thought of the ancient Three Kingdoms, that magnificent scene, but that Zhou Lang didn't match up and didn't understand him. Perhaps I completely misunderstood him."    

Hearing this, Chu Yang slapped his head. He finally understood why these old things were so entangled. Only then did he suddenly remember that Central State had such a similar history, but their characters were completely different.    

"Little Qiao is definitely a beauty. Zhou Gongjin, after marrying Little Qiao, has an imposing appearance and fanned his hair with a scarf. As they chatted and laughed, he even lost his oars. Just what kind of style is this? It really makes one yearn for it."    

"I wonder what Zhou Gongjin's life and deeds have been like, truly lacking in beauty. And that Zhou Gongjin, according to what he said, should be the White Robe Great Emperor."    

"..."    

After a few elderly voices sighed, the center of gravity fell onto Chu Yang's body.    

"The Three Kingdoms are one of the three in the recent past, and Zhou Gongjin is the White Robe Emperor. Why haven't you come here yet? Do you want to fight him again?"    

"Isn't this nonsense? You uncultured people are really scary. You speak so obviously, yet you can't even comprehend it!"