I am a winner with Chinese poetry

He guessed that this should be a test to see if anyone would subconsciously turn around and run away when danger came. This was no problem for ordinary people, they would just run away when there was danger, but who were they? It was no exaggeration to say that they were the most outstanding young people of the human race. If they didn't even have the courage to resist and explore, they might as well go home and get married, have children, and go to bed.

At this time, Jiang Liunian beside him also whispered in agreement, "That's quite true! I guess many people have already seen the clues. I just don't know whether this Qishou Mountain was specially arranged by the Shushan Holy Land, or if someone else is disguised and setting up a trap here!"

As he spoke, he slowly turned his head and looked behind him. The weeping figure had vanished without a trace. Whether this was due to the distance preventing a clear view, or because the mysterious Mingshen Cave itself possessed some special properties, it was difficult to determine at the moment.

"What are you two talking about? So mysterious!" At this time, a loud voice joined in. It was Zhu Chenxu who looked curious.

His chatterbox skills were even worse than Jiang Liunian's. Because of this, their friendship quickly blossomed, and within a short time, they were close enough to wear the same pants.

At this moment, seeing Gu Yunzhou and Jiang Liunian whispering with their heads down, Zhu Chenxu could no longer suppress his restless heart. Without saying a word, he quickly walked over to them.

"Chenxu, tell me, was what that person said just now true or false?" Jiang Liunian said as he raised his eyebrows and cast his gaze at Zhu Chenxu who had just approached.

"Tsk! Do I even need to ask? It must be fake! This childish trick is obviously meant to disturb our minds!" Zhu Chenxu curled his lips in disdain, crossed his arms across his chest, and acted as if "this young master has already seen through everything."

"Haha, so you think so too! Yunzhou and I were just discussing this!" Jiang Liunian laughed out loud when he heard this. He had no intention of hiding anything and directly told Zhu Chenxu everything they had just discussed.

"Hey, that's right! We're all brilliant, insightful, and powerful men!" Zhu Chenxu boasted with a thick skin. Fortunately, he had a cheerful and easygoing personality, and he got along well with everyone. As a result, the group spoke without hesitation, creating a particularly relaxed and enjoyable atmosphere.

"Be alert, there's movement ahead!" Meng Jin waved his hand slightly, and the team behind stopped. In fact, there was no need for him to remind them, as a pungent and strong smell of blood had already entered everyone's nose.

"It seems that something has indeed happened up ahead!" Someone in the crowd uttered a soft "hmm", breaking the brief silence, and then slowly spoke.

"Whether it's true or not, we're going to go take a look anyway. What's there to be afraid of?" Meng Jin's gaze was firm, fearless, as he strode forward at the head of the group. As they drew closer, the smell of blood grew stronger, forming an invisible blood mist that enveloped everyone's heads.

Before long, they finally reached the source of the bloody smell. They saw several bodies lying scattered across the ground. Their bodies were shattered and bloody, clearly dead, without even a trace of life. Scattered around them were large pools of blood and other traces of intense fighting, a truly shocking sight.

"I think I recognize this guy. He's one of the people in front of us!" Suddenly, someone pointed at one of the corpses and screamed.

"Oh, that's right! This person is actually from the Guo family, and he is also a fifth-rank Confucian scholar. How could he die here?" Someone else echoed, his tone full of disbelief and shock.

"Oh my god, isn't this Huang Xin, the so-called Little Chess King? How could he have fallen? This is terrible. If he gets out, I'm afraid the entire Shushan Holy Land will be in turmoil!"

More and more people recognized the dead body lying on the ground, and their faces became uglier and uglier. Even these famous figures had been killed, and they didn't know what to do.

"Haha, it turns out there are quite a few people hiding here. This saves me the trouble of looking for them one by one. I will be merciful and give you a quick death!" At this moment, a shrill laugh passed by everyone's ears, and a man with red hair and an unusual and weird appearance appeared from the passage in front.

"Oh no, it's a transformed monster. Let's attack together quickly. Don't act independently. Let's attack together!" Meng Jin reacted quickly. While he was speaking, he had already organized people to start the first wave of attack.

"Yun Zhou, we're coming with you too. You follow me carefully, and don't forget to replenish my Wen Qi when I'm about to use my ultimate move!" Jiang Liunian looked solemn and took out his weapon.

At this moment, Gu Yunzhou suddenly frowned, shook his head gently and said, "Wait, something seems to be wrong..." His eyes quickly swept around, and the feeling of doubt in his heart became stronger and stronger, but what made him feel strange was difficult to express clearly in words. He just vaguely sensed that there was a very subtle sense of incongruity.

However, before Gu Yunzhou could further consider and explore the reason, the entire passage suddenly became a chaotic mess. Countless surging waves of spiritual energy roared in like a tide, intertwining and entwining with each other, carrying a variety of dazzling spiritual skills, and overwhelmingly pounced on the demon tribe in front.

Facing such a ferocious attack, the demon appeared remarkably calm and composed, even seemingly nonchalant. He casually waved his arm, a seemingly simple movement that seemed to contain boundless power.

In an instant, the originally powerful and aggressive literary energy was like being swept away by a gust of wind, dissipating and disappearing without a trace. Then, a bloody and brutal massacre began.

Whether it was the powerful Meng Jin or the fifth-rank master Fu Mengmeng, they were as fragile as ants in front of this demon. They were unable to withstand the opponent's attacks even for a moment, often perishing in a single encounter, one after another.

"Run! This is definitely not an ordinary transformed demon. It's definitely reached the Soul Condensing Realm!" Someone in the crowd shouted in terror, as if they had witnessed the end of the world. Then, something unexpected happened. Two people turned around without hesitation and ran at full speed.