A poem full of strength, faith, and faith.

One sentence after another came out of Lin Nan's mouth.

"It can't be written by him!"

Li Feng was so scared that his face was bleak. When Lin Nan spoke the first sentence, he was desperate to find that Lin Nan had only used extremely simple words and placed a picture directly into his brain.

What a powerful power of words?

“…”

Bian Wudao stopped talking.

Even if he was a fool, he could feel the power in Lin Nan's words.

The infectiousness of that emotion.

Infected countless people present.

Lu Yan became excited.

There is also the word Yan in her name.

Pan Yun became excited.

There is no Yan in her name, but at least there is a cloud.

Although……

She didn't know why she was excited either.

I just feel that every word Lin Nan on the stage seems to be touching people's hearts.

"Why."

"What a strong emotion!"

"That's great. This is the first time I know that poetry can be written like this!"

"The writing style is lively, magnificent, rich in colors, and distinct emotions... This poem is amazing, and it is highly ignited and highly ignited!"

There were bursts of exclamations below.

Lin Nan was unmoved by this.

He just spoke, as if telling the scenes and scenes.

finally……

The poem is at the end.

In the eyes of everyone.

The boy over there stepped forward.

He looked up, his voice was heavy, and every word was sonorous.

"This is the brave seagull, flying proudly in the roaring sea, in the middle of lightning; this is the shout of the Victory Prophet!"
Chapter completed!