"The title of the last round is..."


    The fairy in the middle stopped here. (it''s not the author''s broken mouth!)


    "Hmm?" Du Ziyuan looked up at the sky and wondered why she didn''t go on.


    The other four immortal shadows also turned to look at her, as if they didn''t know the reason.


    No one knows what the immortal is thinking at this time.


    [oops, what''s the problem? I forgot. Did they tell me this? What can I do now when time is distracted and doesn''t pay attention? They look at me like this. Don''t look! I can''t think of it. Oh, no matter! Just talk nonsense.]


    In his panic, the moon god suddenly caught a glimpse of a giant spirit doll carrying a large wooden box in the street not far away. He pointed at it and said, "the problem is that."


    "Ha!?" everyone, including the other four immortals, was surprised.


    It''s a Troll Doll!?


    No one expected her to say that.


    The immortals thought: No, it seems that the agreed topic is not this? But moon god has his own deep meaning. She said that''s it.


    What mortals think is: how to write this? Isn''t the giant spirit doll used to carry bags? What''s there to write?


    Only Du Ziyuan''s eyes brightened: [it''s actually this topic. Is this the rhythm that makes me draw high?]


    "Well, after one month, the five of you can come here and submit your works. At that time, we will judge the pros and cons." after that, the five immortals left one after another.


    The people who are watching are all excited. This is the chance to see the gods with their own eyes. This is the grand ceremony of Qifeng sacrifice. This kind of thing is the capital that will be taken out to force others in the future. However, the most concerned nature is the giant spirit doll that occasionally passed by. At this time, many people have surrounded it, opened a strong onlooking mode, and even reached out to touch it.


    The man in the cockpit also opened the cabin door and came out. He stood in front of the giant spirit doll and shouted to the ground: "Hey! What are you stopping me from doing! Don''t delay me to deliver soy sauce! If I''m late, I''ll deduct my salary!"


    "What kind of salary? You''re lucky, don''t you know?"


    "Yes, yes! This is chosen by the gods in the sky. Go and tell your boss that he will certainly give you a raise!"


    "Hey! It''s all like this. What else do you want to send soy sauce? You can make a lot of money when you go out to give a speech to others!"


    ……


    Onlookers, you say a word and I say a word, which makes the driver dizzy. Although the destructive power of the giant spirit doll is still not small after dismantling its weapons, it is only used as a work of strength in Qifeng city. Everyone is used to it and ignores its horror. Even the driver didn''t want to use it to crowd the crowd.


    Songzi looked over there for a while, and then said to Du Ziyuan, "how''s it going? Do you have inspiration?"


    "Well, don''t tell me. It''s true." Du Ziyuan nodded honestly.


    Zhou Bu made exaggerated moves and exclaimed, "Wow! Is it so terrible? Your inspiration came just after the title was given? It''s too fast. Just... Whoosh."


    Liang Yuxing also looked carefully at Du Ziyuan: "teacher Shanfeng is really powerful, but I can''t lose. Wang Feng must be mine."


    "Boss, don''t blame me for being cruel this time," said matsushiko.


    Du Ziyuan chuckled: "you can come. Of course I recognize you if you lose, but you have to give some force, otherwise it won''t look good to be rubbed on the ground by me at that time."


    "Just wait and see," said Songzi confidently with his chest.


    The others are also full of fighting spirit. It seems that they all regard Du Ziyuan as a strong enemy.


    Just now they also saw Du Ziyuan''s "the heartbeat of the gods". To be fair, although the four works are very good, the best one should be Du Ziyuan''s one. If this is the last round, they have lost. However, the emperor of heaven had a strange temper and let the five of them enter the last round together.


    This is tantamount to giving them another chance. Naturally, they are not willing to lose again. This time, they must work harder. If the works in the fourth round are already 100% of their strength, they have to drain their full potential and burst out 200% of their strength in the fifth round.


    Neither Yanyun Songzi nor Wang Zhiqiu nor Liang Yuxing is so easy to be knocked down by setbacks.


    The only person who panicked and wanted to die was probably Zhou different. He was really afraid.


    Du Ziyuan''s stories are based on the secondary creation of his dream works, but his painting depends on his own strength. This is his most confident place, so his paintings often reveal a sense of self-respect. As a painter, Zhou Di can understand these best, so his pressure is also the greatest.


    Since his debut, he started by imitating Du Ziyuan''s painting style. Du Ziyuan was like a mountain in front of him. In this regard, he really didn''t have the confidence to defeat Du Ziyuan. He was even worried about whether he would drag down his partner, which made him very tangled.


    Wang Zhiqiu seemed to see this. He walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "this time we''re going to beat Mr. Shanfeng together."


    "Ah?" Zhou Di looked at his firm eyes and seemed to get some encouragement, so he nodded vigorously, "well, defeat him together!"


    After the immortal had left, the emperor of the seven front kingdom said a few words and announced the end of the ceremony. The next time they gather here, it will be the decisive battle in January.


    When Du Ziyuan left, he looked at the towering gate of the Imperial Palace and thought, "are we close to the top of the decisive battle of the Forbidden City this time?"


    He went back to the other hall with Lin yufrown and Xiao Jin, but he met two unexpected people at the gate of the hospital.


    "Eh? It''s you." Du Ziyuan looked at the Wen sisters in surprise. Unexpectedly, they were here.


    "Mr. Du, you are back." Wen cuilong made a ten thousand blessing gift. Her sister is boxing salute, it is estimated that she also knows that if she does ten thousand blessings, it will hurt her eyes.


    "Come to me for something?" Du Ziyuan said. "Go in and say it. It''s not a matter to stand outside the door."


    "No need," Wen cuilong shook his head. "It''s no big deal for us to come this time. We just invite Mr. to visit the semi-final of seven front sacrifice martial arts held tomorrow."


    "Watching the game?" Du Ziyuan felt puzzled. He doesn''t know Wen cuilong very well. How could she think of coming to see the game?


    However, he thought for a moment and thought it would be all right to go and have a look. He was a little interested in other projects of Qifeng Festival and said, "OK, no problem. When will it start?"


    "That''s great," said Wen cuilong with a smile.


    Then she took out several tickets and handed them to Du Ziyuan: "this is the ticket for admission tomorrow. The congenital group starts at 10 a.m."