Everyone was dumbfounded. How could something with Half-saint's aura be broken so easily?
Although Half-saint wasn't immortal, as long as it wasn't corroded by a powerful force, it could easily last for a million years.
Although the Dragon City Ruins were in ruins, it couldn't be so easily damaged without a powerful external force.
"Yun Fang, how dare you trick Old Man!" Lian Pingchao roared and turned his head. The red light in his eyes shone brightly and the surrounding Yuan Qi shook.
"Mister Pingchao, you must be joking. It's just that you're blind!" Fang Yun stood straight and replied without fear.
Lian Pingchao clenched his teeth. All his words were blocked by Fang Yun because he said that he couldn't blame Fang Yun for his mistake.
Ye Fangge advised, "Old Lian is so old, but he still has a fiery temper. You only lost a piece of Phoenix Fire Parasol Tree. Don't you still have the Demonic Saint's fur? Who hasn't made a mistake in the antique market? "
Lian Pingchao asked slowly, "Yun Fang, Old Man asked you if you knew there was a problem with this item."
Fang Yun asked, "Then I also want to ask Mister Pingchao. Did you want this item or did I force you to give it to me?"
The entrance of the Dragon City Ruins was surrounded by a bloody mist. In the bloody mist, Fang Yun and Lian Pinghu looked at each other. The other five people's lips were tightly shut. The atmosphere was oppressive.
After a while, Lian Pingchao smiled coldly and said, "Since you teased Old Man, then your friendship with Old Man is over! If others are in trouble, Old Man will help. But if something happens to you, don't blame Old Man for not helping! "
"Oh." Fang Yun answered casually, as if nothing had happened. He already knew about the Bloodlight Ancient Land and didn't have any hope for someone like Lian Pingchao.
"Hmph!" Lian Pingchao swung his sleeves and looked at the light screen that separated the entrance from the ruins.
Liu Shanah chuckled and said, "Then I'll start writing 'Chang Wu'."
"Chang Wu" was one of the oldest poems of the human race, the "Book of Songs". It was written by an ancient person and was eventually edited and revised by Kong Sheng into the "Book of Songs", which became one of the classics of the Confucian school.
This poem was about going to war. It was also known as the Zhuang Xing Poem. It was the only Zhuang Xing Poem that was passed down from generation to generation. It directly increased the strength of the human race. Some scholars would practice repeatedly. Once they reached the third realm, it was enough to make the body of an ordinary soldier equivalent to a demon soldier. It was one of the fundamental forces that allowed the human race to fight against demons and barbarians.
The only flaw of this poem was that it required too low a rank. If one didn't practice repeatedly to increase their realm, the power of the Great Confucian Scholar would be similar to that of a Grand Scholar. It would only increase the range.
Many Grand Scholars and Great Confucians were studying Zhuang Xing poetry. Unfortunately, only a few of them could produce Zhuang Xing poetry of high literary status, and it could not be passed down.
Therefore, Zhuang Xing Poetry had always been the shortcoming of the human race.
"Hehe, Mingming. The King's officials. Grand Ancestor Nanzhong. Great Master, Imperial Father … "
Liu Shanya held the Great Confucian Treasure Pen and wrote quickly. The poem reached the third realm, and Xusheng's soul appeared.
The pages of the poem burned quickly, and then turned into a brilliance that went into the bodies of the seven people.
"Crack, crack …"
Fang Yun heard the sound of bones growing rapidly in his body. Then he found that his body was full of strength. His body grew two inches in a short time, and the muscles all over his body bulged, stretching the Han Lin Academy uniform.
"Chang Wu" could not only make the human race strong. It could also enhance the human race's reaction ability and other aspects. Therefore, even the Great Confucian Scholar needed to go through Zhuang Xing poetry before a battle.
Fang Yun felt dizzy and realized that he rarely came into contact with Zhuang Xing poetry of the third realm. His body couldn't adapt for a while, so he put his hand into his clothes and took out the Zhuang Xing pills that were jointly developed by the School of Agriculture, the School of Medicine, and the School of the Military from the River Shell. It was said that they were made from the flesh and blood of leopard demons and shark demons. Eating one pill would ensure that he wouldn't be hungry for ten days.
Fang Yun ate one pill and found that he was still hungry, so he continued eating. In the end, he ate five pills before he stopped. In order to prevent something from happening to his body, he directly took out a piece of Dragon Palace Blood Ginseng and put it in his mouth.
The other six scholars had been strengthened by Zhuang Xing poetry hundreds of times. Their bodies were already familiar with this power, so they didn't have such a big reaction like Fang Yun.
Lian Pingchao snorted with disdain in his eyes. Qiu Meng and Tan Hemu shook their heads gently. They could see that Fang Yun's actual combat experience was too little. He couldn't even bear the Zhuang Xing poetry of the third realm. He would definitely suffer if he went deep into the ruins of Dragon City.
Ye Fangge said, "Yun Fang, I don't think you have much experience. Zhaochen agreed to let you come. I'm afraid he just wanted you to see the world and put your ancient skills to use. After this layer of light curtain, it will be the periphery of the ruins. There will be many war statues inside. At that time, if we don't pay attention, we may not be able to protect you. I don't recommend you to enter. "
Lian Pingchao interrupted, "Therefore, when the heavens are about to give a great responsibility to a man, he must first suffer his will and work his muscles and bones. If he can't even overcome this small difficulty in the periphery of the ruins, he doesn't deserve to be called a scholar. He can just hide in the city behind and be a Taiping Hanlin. "
Fang Yun said indifferently, "Thank you, Mr. Fangge, for your concern. As for whether I deserve to be called a scholar or not, it's not up to Mr. Pingchao to say. Child's provocation is useless on me. If you like to talk endlessly, I will listen to you at another time. However, this is the ruins of Dragon City. We are going to the Five Dragons Hall. It's not suitable for a long talk. "
Lian Pingchao glared at him and said to the others, "Look, this kid is just a Hanlin, and he's already so arrogant. He doesn't have the slightest respect for me, his elder. How can I be at ease entering the ruins of Dragon City with this kind of person?"
"Alright, both of you, stop talking. Mr. Pingchao is experienced, and his words are very reasonable. Yun Fang is young and impetuous, so it's not a big deal. Hemu, your Hanlin Zhuang Xing Poetry has already reached the second realm. It's up to you. "
Tan Hemu nodded slightly and wrote the second realm Hanlin Zhuang Xing Poetry [Armor].
Zhuang Xing Poetry was different from Zhuang Xing Poetry. Zhuang Xing Poetry was only used by one person, while zhuang Xing Poetry was used by a large group of people. The power of zhuang Xing Poetry was relatively weak, but if it triggered a shocking phenomenon, it was no small matter.
Zhuang Xing Poetry and Zhuang Xing Poetry could be stacked.
There was only one Zhuang Xing Poetry that was handed down, and zhuang Xing Poetry was better. Xiucai, Juren, and Hanlin Zhuang Xing Poetry were all handed down, but there was no zhuang Xing Poetry that was handed down for higher ranks.
After Tan Hemu finished his poem, everyone's body was covered with a layer of transparent light armor. It was only as thick as four or five pieces of paper, but it had a stronger defensive ability than ordinary steel. Ordinary Demon Overlords would need at least two full-strength attacks to break it.
For Grand Secretaries, zhuang Xing Poetry and zhuang Xing Poetry were not very useful. These two poems were enough.
"Everyone, summon some of your zhuang Xing Poetry soldiers first, and then enter the light screen."
The seven of them used their zhuang Xing Poetry to summon strong zhuang Xing Poetry soldiers. Only Fang Yun's soldiers were less than five hundred. The rest of them had more than two thousand soldiers.
Yun Zhaochen waved his hand, and the seven of them entered the light screen under the protection of the zhuang Xing Poetry soldiers.
Fang Yun felt that the light screen did not exist, and he could pass through it easily.
The seven of them arrived at the periphery of the ruins.
Fang Yun took a closer look. The blood mist in the sky was thicker, and the range of visibility was reduced to fifteen miles.
Fang Yun compared it to the entrance in his heart. The good thing was that there was no dust here, as if it was protected by the power of the Five Dragons Grand Hall. He could see weapons and items that were not too badly damaged everywhere.
The bad thing was that ten stone statues as tall as a five-story building were rushing over.
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