Jun Changxiao came down from the second floor of hell, which made Iron Marquis very surprised. Then, he brought his subordinates to surround him, but they were all killed by the other party's AOE.
Of course.
The main culprit of the third floor of hell was capable. His physical defense was incomparable to the previous two, so although it was a bit painful to take a look, he could at least stand and retain most of his combat strength.
However …
If he were to do it again, even an immortal would not be able to withstand it!
"Friend!"
Iron Marquis loosened his clenched fists and admitted defeat: "Let's talk nicely!"
This guy was still considered good. Truth Listener and Huo Yan Yao didn't even have the time to admit defeat before they were beaten to the point of losing their combat strength.
"I want to be the boss of the third floor of hell."
Jun Changxiao said indifferently: "Do you agree or disagree?"
"This …"
While Iron Marquis was still considering, the Finger of Mountains and Rivers flickered.
He didn't dare to say, "I bet you don't have any bullets in your gun," and could only hurriedly say: "Agree, agree!"
"Hand over your soul source."
"Friend, this is a bit too much …"
"Hu hu hu!"
The light of the Finger of Mountains and Rivers shone brightly, causing Iron Marquis's butt to feel a chill, and he hurriedly said: "Hand it over!"
As a result, the main culprit of the third floor of hell surrendered without even half a chapter, not giving any chance to expand the plot.
"Wait here."
After obtaining the soul source, Jun Changxiao said indifferently: "I'll go to the next floor to take a look."
With that, he walked towards the teleportation circle.
Seeing this, Iron Marquis exclaimed in his heart: "Could it be that this guy came down from the first and second floor?"
… ….
Because the cooldown of the Finger of Mountains and Rivers had been used up, it recovered after entering the next level of hell.
"Even if there is a cooldown, it might not be effective." Jun Changxiao thought.
Facing Iron Marquis, it was obvious that he was powerless. The boss of the fourth floor was definitely stronger.
However.
What surprised Jun Changxiao was.
When he entered the new fourth floor of hell and used the Shrinking Great Art to deal with the martial artists inside, the main culprit who walked out was actually an old man in a white robe.
He held a pen in his hand and said: "Little friend, you also like to play with words?"
The voice was amiable and without any hostility.
Jun Changxiao could tell from the look in his eyes that even though the other party was strong, he was definitely not an evil person. Thus, he sneered in his heart, "It seems like the Universal Fortress uses its own laws to convict others."
He was right.
When the stronghold tried and imprisoned prisoners, it always followed its own laws. Even if you casually spit in the universe, you could be convicted.
If they had been authorized by the Upper Realm to judge the crimes of the martial artists, it would have been fine. However, they had not produced any valid evidence. This was a bit like treating themselves as the police who maintained the peace of the universe.
"A little?"
"What about poems and songs?"
"It's alright."
The white-haired elder smiled and said, "Little friend, come down from above. Do you want to compete with this old man?"
"No."
Jun Changxiao shook his head and denied, "I'm here to look for someone."
Such a well-mannered old man would definitely not follow his previous domineering ways.
Not to mention, other than wanting to find the pleasure of dominating the prison, he really wanted to find the Nine Great Martial Emperors. Unfortunately, he could not find them even after searching several levels of hell.
The System said: "If we follow the traditional plot, the people or things you need will usually appear in a large pile on the surface of the water before they appear at the end."
"Aren't you afraid of being banned?"
"Fine, I've been slapped in the face so many times. I don't want to do it anymore!"
…
"Is the person you're looking for in the fourth level?"
"No."
"If that's the case, little friend, I'm afraid you'll have to go to the fifth level. Thus … you can only pass if you defeat this old man."
The white-haired elder had a smile on his face from beginning to end, revealing the demeanor of a master.
"Senior."
Jun Changxiao said helplessly: "Do we have to go to the extent of using weapons?"
In a short exchange, he was already sure that this white-haired elder was not the kind of old man who would suddenly become evil. Thus, he hoped to use his mouth to let him pass.
"No, no, no."
The white-haired elder said: "I, Nebula Kidd, rarely use weapons in my life. If we have to fight to the end."
Saying this, he raised his iron pen and said: "I will use this."
"…"
Jun Changxiao's mouth slightly twitched.
The old man's pen was similar to his own Mountains and Rivers, but each hair was similar to iron. Could it be that he relied on poking when fighting?
"Shua!"
At this time, something flew over.
Jun Changxiao immediately became alert, but when he took a closer look, he found that it was a very large piece of paper that was suspended in front of him.
"Since little friend also has a pen and is proficient in poetry, let's use pen and ink to determine the winner."
Nebula Kidd asked: "What do you think?"
This way of fighting was very interesting.
However, Jun Changxiao said: "Pen and ink are not competing with spiritual power and strength. How can we determine the winner?"
Nebula Kidd said: "Everyone's words have a different charm. They all have a special soul. As long as we compare them, we can naturally determine the winner."
"Just writing?" Jun Changxiao said.
"Of course."
Nebula Kidd laughed: "If little friend has a good understanding of your own poetry, you can also write it. Words and poetry are the same. They all have an inner soul."
"Good!"
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said: "Then let's use pen instead of martial arts!"
"Please!"
"You are the leader. You first."
Nebula Kidd did not decline modestly. He gently raised the pen in his hand. The power that was not martial arts poured into the tip of the pen from his skinny hand. Then, he jumped up and wrote on the paper.
Every stroke, every drawing.
They all exuded an extraordinary aura!
"This is a true master!"
Jun Changxiao was deeply shocked from the perspective of a bystander. Even from the other party's movements, he felt that although it was not martial arts, it had the same profound meaning.
"Shua!"
"Shua!"
Nebula Kidd wrote very elegantly. Until it landed on the original position, the tip of the pen in his hand gradually dimmed. Behind him, there were two lines of words: Holding the pen to draw floating dust, a little color to draw the universe.
"Senior is a genius!"
Although Jun Changxiao was not an elegant person, and although he did not know much about poetry, from these two lines, he could see a kind of power that could swallow mountains and rivers. Especially the writing was quite good. It could be framed and collected!
"Little friend!"
Nebula Kidd said: "Please!"
"I'll show you my incompetence!" Jun Changxiao tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and flew into the air. His Pointer of Rivers and Mountains shone brightly as he began to write on a piece of paper.
Although Gou Sheng's character was a bit despicable, he was quite talented in writing. Especially when he flew up, his whole body emerged with a power that came from the east!
The great Jun Changxiao of China, he inherited the fine tradition of China. Poet Immortal Li Bai, Poet Sage Du Fu, and Poet Ghost Li He's soul possessed him at this moment. He was not fighting alone. He was not alone!
"Shua!"
"Shua!"
His pen was like thunder and wind. Everything was in sync!
Nebula Kidd frowned at first. Then, his expression became slightly sluggish. Finally, he became ecstatic.
"Ta!"
After a while, Jun Changxiao floated down. If not for the fact that he had no hair, he would definitely shake his head in front of the camera.
As for the paper behind him, it wrote:
Ten thousand poems.
Jiu Qianshang.
How many times have I looked at the Marquis!
The system roared: "After all this time, you are still copying the ancient poems of your ancestors!"
"Me."
Jun Changxiao proudly stood with his hands behind his back and said: "Are you proud now?"
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PS, the fifth part is even more.
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