Ao Huang realized that he had misspoken, so he quickly shut his mouth and lowered his head.
Meng Tong took a deep breath and said: "Fang Yun, you know your situation the best. If you hand over the dragon ginseng, my Meng family will do our best to help you. If you don't hand it over, there is no hope. "
"If your Meng family can help me, you won't need to muster so many people for the dragon ginseng." Fang Yun exposed the truth of the Meng family.
Meng family's anger soared to the sky, but they could only endure.
Meng Tong's eyelids drooped down as if he was looking at the ground. After a moment, he looked at Fang Yun and said: "So, Fang Zhenguo, you don't want to return the Meng family's things?"
Behind Meng Tong, there was an old scholar in his fifties who had been lowering his head. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun instinctively felt frightened and subconsciously looked at the old scholar.
What he saw were mountains of barbarian and demon corpses and rivers of demon blood.
Fang Yun hurriedly blinked his eyes, and the vision in front of him disappeared. The old scholar lowered his head again. At first glance, he looked like a gray-haired old scholar wearing tattered blademaster clothes.
Fang Yun quickly guessed the old man's identity.
The holy clans would select some scholars with limited talent but firm will to train them to become scholars.
Later, these scholars would be sent to dangerous places like Two Boundary Mountain, Ancient Desolate City, or Zhenyu Sea, where they would fight day and night with barbarians.
These people could barely become Hanlin Scholars when they were very old, but they would never become scholars in their lifetime. However, they had the combat experience and life and death experience that the scholars in Saint Origin World could never compare with.
The Sacred Academy would bestow the title of "Warrior of Blood" to this kind of Jinshi who had fought against demons and barbarians for more than twenty years without dying. It was not only because of their contributions, but also because the strength of these Warriors of Blood was far superior to the young people of the same rank.
Even the seven scholars of the Notre-Dame, who were favored by the heavens, were fully trained by the holy clans. Even if they fought in a life-and-death battle, they were still far from being a match for these blood warriors.
Twenty or thirty years of accumulation was more than any talent.
Jinshi and Hanlin Academy were the backbone of the human race, while the Warriors of Blood were the mainstay of the backbone, the stabilizing needle.
The strength of this blood-soaked Grand Scholar was extremely terrifying. Human Scholars usually had a 50% chance of winning against Demon Commanders, and the chances of winning against Demon Marquises were almost zero. However, even if a Blood Scholar fought against a Demon Marquis, he still had a 70% chance of winning!
In other words, the strength of the Blood Scholars was completely beyond the ordinary Hanlin Academy. Only those who had participated in the war repeatedly and had been in Hanlin Academy for more than ten years could remain undefeated in front of the Blood Scholars.
Ordinary scholars pursued the holy path, read the classics and articles, and learned benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith, loyalty, and courage. But these blood-soaked Jinshi were different.
They only learned "bravery" and gave up everything to protect the human race. Taking the path of "killing" was the true act of sacrificing one's life for a righteous cause.
That day, the Xun Family would rather accept Fang Yun's suppression of a state in literary terms than allow the Blood Scholar to lower his literary position and fight with Fang Yun in literary terms.
Now that the Meng Family had brought a blood-soaked Jinshi here, it was like a cornered dog jumping over the wall.
Fang Yun even suspected that this old man was not only a blood-soaked Jinshi, but also the only poetic maniac of the Meng Family, Meng Chou.
Meng Chou had already cultivated the High Scholar's Battle Poem "Surging Waves" to the third realm, reaching the level of Saint Summoning. His poem must be supported by Xusheng's strength.
As for his Jinshi Battle Poem. It must have reached the second realm and possessed the soul of poetry. This was one of the main reasons why the Blood Scholar was so powerful.
Fang Yun knew. Not only would the Blood Soaked Grand Scholar reach the second level of poetry soul, but he would also reach the second level of poetry in defensive poems, military poems, rapid poems, and other types of poems. The power of the various second level poems would stack up and become a nightmare for scholars of the same level.
The dragon scales on Ao Huang's neck stood upright. He also glanced at the blood-soaked Jinshi with a fierce expression, ready to fight at any time.
"That's not the Meng Family's thing, it's my, Fang Yun's thing!" Fang Yun's words were resolute, as if he didn't see the blood-soaked Jinshi at all.
"It's the thing you snatched from Meng Lintang!" Meng Tong said.
Fang Yun smiled indifferently. He said, "A dignified scholar is bickering like a child, the Meng Family is really declining. Yes. I personally scolded the fierce prince until his courage was broken and his palace collapsed. You. What can you do to me! "
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he looked at the blood-soaked Jinshi, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword flashed in his eyes. The sharpness was as sharp as ever!
Ao Huang rolled his eyes. Fang Yun was now the Sword of Tongue Scholar, and his first thought was to fight instead of retreat. No one could stop him.
The blood-soaked Jinshi raised his head again and looked at Fang Yun expressionlessly. The wrinkles on his face were like the crevices of an ax, clearly visible, and his eyes were particularly dull.
No edge and no light.
Meng Tong stared at Fang Yun for a while, and then took out a document from the Hubei and said, "In that case, I will read the order of the Meng Family's Patriarch. Jiangzhou's Fang Yun, from humble beginnings … Does not respect the Saints, does not speak of virtue … Selfish desires fill the sky, evil intentions fill the sea … "
Meng Tong read a thousand words, and finally officially listed Fang Yun as the enemy of the Meng Family.
The moment Meng Tong finished reading the document, Fang Yun felt his vision darken, and the world became misty. A great force pressed down on his body, and then he felt that the sky above the palace seemed to be covered in dark clouds, and a cold wind blew.
The Saint Families were the foundation of the Human Race. Once the enemy of the Meng Family was established, it was an unbreakable predicament. Unless the Half-saint's Golden Pen was used to remove it, it would forever be a shackle on Fang Yun's body.
As long as Fang Yun was in the territory of the Human Race, all his power would be suppressed. If there was a problem with his mind, his palace would be damaged.
Fang Yun always had a smile on his face, but his eyes faintly revealed a trace of disdain. Under the threat of the Moon Tree's Divine Punishment, the suppression of the enemy of the Meng Family was nothing.
Meng Tong said, "Since you are the enemy of the Meng Family, my Meng Family will first remove this evil for the Human Race, and let you know the background of the Half-saint Family. Meng Qiu. "
"Yes." The blood-soaked Jinshi stepped forward. Just as he was about to reach Fang Yun, a voice came from the sky.
"Fang Yun, your gate is very lively."
Lightning bolts fell from the sky, and light blue lightning arcs flashed in the air, making people feel intimidated.
Everyone hurriedly raised their heads, and saw three clouds in the sky. The leader was wearing a purple robe, and behind him were two blue-robed scholars.
The scholar had a head of black hair, and his eyes were dignified. Lightning flashed in his eyes.
Fang Yun only recognized one of them, Scholar Yan. This person was a disciple of Eastern Sage, and had been in the Dongsheng Pavilion for many years. When he came out of the Holy Ground, Fang Yun had met Scholar Yan. It was he who had left Fang Yun's treasure in the Dongsheng Pavilion.
As for this scholar, Fang Yun had never seen him before, but he felt a sense of familiarity.
Meng Tong hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings, Mister Ye."
As soon as Fang Yun heard this person's surname, he immediately understood. This person was actually the Great Scholar of Hearing Thunder, Ye Hongyu. Back then, when he was participating in the High Scholar Examinations, he had been ambushed by the demonic beasts. Those demonic beasts and barbarians had all been killed by this person's Ancient Sword of Hearing Thunder.
Fang Yun then said, "Thank you for saving me, Great Scholar Ye of Hearing Thunder."
Ye Hongyu smiled and said, "I'm here to verify the matter of the Ancestor of Poetry. Those who have nothing to do with it, please step back."
Ye Hongyu's first sentence was as warm as the spring sun, but the second sentence was as mighty as the winter thunder.
The people of the Meng Clan did not dare to hesitate, and obediently stepped back. Even an idiot knew the temper of the Dongsheng Pavilion and this Great Scholar Ye of Hearing Thunder's temper. If they tried to stop him at this time, he would definitely slash down with his sword.
This Great Scholar had been slaying Heavenly Lightning for ten years. (To be continued)
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