Jingguo's Grand Scholars had fought three battles in a row. Their Talent Qi, stamina, and spirit were all exhausted. It was not suitable for them to fight at night, so they started to rest. Fang Yun and a few other middle-aged Grand Scholars took turns to keep watch at night.
In the early morning, Fang Yun finished keeping watch with another person and changed shifts with two middle-aged Grand Scholars. However, he did not go to sleep immediately. Instead, he practiced the Ancient Sword of Talent Qi at a place far away from the campsite. When his Talent Qi was left by half, he memorized the Sacred Scripture and only went to sleep at four o 'clock in the morning.
The two Grand Scholars who were keeping watch at night looked at each other and admired him from the bottom of their hearts. They finally understood that he was worthy of his reputation. Even if he was not talented, he was still able to focus on studying at a time like this. Just this quality alone was enough to make him the leader of the human race.
In the morning, all the Grand Scholars woke up and the first thing they did was to check the Spring Hunt rankings. The results made many Grand Scholars lose face.
It turned out that many Grand Scholars did not sleep or slept very little.
Jingguo dropped to eighth place. The old strong countries and the middle-sized countries all had more than 100,000 points on the rankings. Jingguo only had 90,000 points after destroying three tribes. As for the weak Gu and Shen countries, their points were more than 50,000. It was obvious that they could not continue after destroying two tribes.
The gap between the countries was completely widened. If it were not for Fang Yun, Jingguo would be like Gu and Shen, with a score of around 50,000 to 60,000 points.
Currently, the first place on the list was not the most belligerent Wu Country, nor was it the most united Yun Country, nor was it the oldest established Shu Country. It was Qing Country!
Gyeongo's score was more than 120,000 points. It was obvious that they had destroyed at least four large tribes. The number was still changing, and it was very likely that they were fighting a fifth tribe.
Jia Country had also surpassed the strong Yun Country, and was ranked fifth.
Seeing Gyeongo in first place, Zhang Zhixing could not help but mutter, "They are really crazy. Without Fang Zhenguo's Fog Butterfly, we would only have 60,000 points. The four strong countries should have around 100,000 points, but Gyeongo directly killed 120,000 points. They must have paid a big price! "
"Let's not be angry with them. Let's fight steadily and surely."
"Gyeongo either has something to rely on or is willing to pay any price."
"Of course they have to go all out. They were crushed so badly by Fang Xusheng in the Ten Nations Grand Tournament. If they lose again this time, it would really be a national humiliation. I was so happy to see Jingguo take seventh place that day. "
"Fang Xusheng, your 'Stone Arrow' already has a poetic soul. After experiencing the Heaven's Performance, your 'Stone Arrow' has already reached the third level, right?"
Fang Yun knew that there was no need to hide this matter. He answered, "I have indeed entered the third realm, but I have never had the chance to use it."
"Your second level 《Stone Arrow》 already has the ability to split rocks. I'm afraid that the third level will be able to split mountains. Even a dragon-type Turtle Demon Commander could be pierced through by your arrow. Every time a battle poem reaches a higher level, its power will increase qualitatively. I just don't know how your third level 'Stone Arrow' will fare. "
Fang Yun had long tested the power of the third level 《Stone Arrow》. He smiled and said, "You'll know when the time comes."
"When the time comes, I'll compete with Brother Chaoming's 《Yuanmen Arrow》. One is an archer of the Han Dynasty, while the other is the God of War of the Three Kingdoms. I wonder whose archery skills are better. "
Ma Chaoming said humbly, "I'm flattered. Fang Xusheng's 《Stone Arrow》 has both the Treasure Light and the essence of Xusheng. He is the ancestor of poetry, Xusheng. The power of his poems is definitely far greater than ours. Today, you guys have seen his strength. "
Fang Yun did not say anything. After the Heaven's Performance, he had indeed obtained a "Poetry Cauldron" because of Xusheng.
In the beginning, only a portion of the word "poetry" on the cauldron was emitting light, but the entire word had begun to emit light a few days ago. Fang Yun naturally sensed it. He could use the power of the Poetry Cauldron to enhance his battle poems. However, the Poetry Cauldron needed many days to recover after each use. Fang Yun did not know the exact time. That was why he was reluctant to test it before. He would only use it when he was in danger.
Everyone saw that Fang Yun did not say anything, so they did not ask anymore. After all, this was related to Fang Yun's hidden strength. If it was leaked, it would be very dangerous if the Barbarians targeted it.
After eating, everyone rested for a while. They released many mechanical birds to investigate the Barbarians, then ran towards the Demon Mountain.
The mechanical birds did not find any traces of the Barbarians. After a full two hours, everyone discovered that there was a giant tribe in front of them!
There were actually thirty thousand Barbarians there!
And there were no Barbarian tribes in the surrounding area.
This was a hunting ground, so there were no Barbarian Marquises in this giant tribe. If it was in the Barbarian Realm or the Barbarian Realm, there would be many Marquises among the thirty thousand Barbarian Tribes. There might even be a Barbarian King or a Barbarian King.
"Damn it. Why did the Barbarians suddenly become so cunning? There are traces of our human race's military tactics. I didn't think that other than the Soldier Barbarian Saint, there would be someone else who could do it. "
Fang Yundao: "Fortunately, the Barbarians' ability to organize is poor. If we completely followed the mysterious Barbarian's plan, I'm afraid we would be in even more danger."
"Ability to organize?" A Jinshi was somewhat puzzled.
Fang Yun calmly remedied, saying: "The word" organization "came from the 《Book of Songs》. As everyone knows, in this poem, there are three kinds of flags represented by the Barbarians, all of which are woven with white silk threads. The original meaning of" organization "refers to weaving. The so-called "ability to organize" refers to the ability and efficiency of a group to do things. Any group should be like weaving, 'organized' by orderly silk threads into cloth and satin. After the 《Book of Songs》, the Han Dynasty's great Confucian scholar Gao Yue and the Qiguo Half-saint Liu Xie's 《Literary Heart Carving Dragon》 also mentioned this. "
Fang Yun was secretly relieved. Fortunately, he was proficient in the Sacred Scriptures. Otherwise, he would not even have the ability to explain the words.
"That's wonderful. Ability to organize and weave. Whether it's describing political affairs, military affairs, or business affairs, it's very appropriate."
Fang Yun immediately brought the topic back, saying: "Even if this thirty thousand Barbarian Tribe was formed in a hurry, the Barbarian Army's flag should not be underestimated. Once we get close, we will definitely be discovered. If we don't fight, the Jinshi of other countries will most likely beat us to it. What should we do? "
"If we can kill all the Barbarian Commanders, we won't be afraid no matter how many Barbarian Generals there are. However, we can't do that now. We can only attack. If we are surrounded by the Barbarians, at least three or four new Jinshi will be seriously injured and sent out of the hunting ground by the Half-saint forces … "
Right at this moment, a sorrowful voice suddenly swept past everyone's ears like spring thunder.
"Be careful, my friends! I am Xun Cong of Gyeongo. A new Jinshi of my Gyeongo was accidentally killed by the Barbarians! There is a big problem with this spring hunt. You must be careful! "
The thirty Jingguo Jinshi looked at each other in dismay, and then their faces sank.
"Someone died! Someone actually died! How many years has it been since someone died in the spring hunt? "
"No one has ever died outside the Demon Mountain!"
"This is very strange. Not to mention the Half-saint, even the Great Confucian can easily save him! Could it be that the Half-saint doesn't know what happened here? Could it be that the Half-saint forces protecting the hunting ground have lost their effect? "
"There must be a big change in the outside world, so that the Half-saint doesn't have time to care about us. He doesn't even have the strength to care about us! If the Saints knew that even outside the Demon Mountain can die, they must have told us in advance! "
"What happened today, the change in the hunting ground, is definitely not a test of the Half-saint!"
"No wonder Ji Shou-woo said that there will be a disaster in this spring hunt!"
"Then what should we do?"
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