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Some people were disappointed in Fang Yun, but some did not say it out loud, but they still had expectations for Fang Yun. Yan Yukong did not jump down immediately. Instead, he turned around to take a look because he had a hope in his heart.
Fang Yun was still there!
Many Grand Scholars who were fighting turned around to take a look. Their eyes shone with hope.
"Look, it's not an ordinary piece of paper. It's a holy page!"
"It might not be an Echo poem, but it must be a powerful battle poem!"
"I told you Fang Xusheng could do it!" Qiao Juze clenched his fists.
"Yes!"
Fang Yun was still there!
Everyone who had been deep in thought opened their eyes and looked at Fang Yun.
They had a feeling that even if Fang Yun could not write an Echo poem, as long as Fang Yun was there, they would not die.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "I've been in the Spring Garden for many days and came across a short poem. However, I've been missing something. Today, after hearing what you said, I was inspired and wrote the entire poem to help you! "
After that, Fang Yun picked up his brush and started writing quickly.
"When the half-acre pond opens, the sky and clouds wander together. How can the canal be so clear? For the source of the flowing water. "
There was a layer of treasure light, a layer of treasure light, a layer of treasure light, a layer of treasure light, a layer of treasure light from the holy page, and a layer of treasure light formed by the precious brush, ink, and inkstone!
A vast and vigorous power emanated from the poem. The wind blew, making it hard for people to breathe.
The sacred page flew and suddenly projected the image of a square pond in the spring garden. The square pond was like a mirror. The shadows of the sky and clouds fell into the pond and swayed gently. This pond was incomparably clear because it was at the source of the pond. New water was constantly being poured into the pond.
The Holy Page burned, and a faintly discernible voice was heard from the flames. The voice was somewhat similar to Fang Yun's voice of the Divine Path from before, but it was more obscure and lighter. It did not seem to touch upon the true Divine Path, but it was at the edge of the Divine Path.
All the Grand Scholars couldn't help but exclaim. Whether it was the knowledgeable members of the Kong Family, the poetic fanatics who had experienced the flames of war, or even the Lord of Plague who controlled the lightning gravel, their expressions all changed.
The Lord of Pestilence couldn't help but curse, "This is a f * cking Sage Battle Poem! How could he appear in front of Bensei?! Even if it only touched the edge of the Divine Path, it was still a Divine Path Battle Poem! Once this battle poem reaches the fourth realm. It was possible to summon the complete will of Half-saint! Once he reached Level Five, it was simply unimaginable! Once Fang Yun comprehends this poem, it will be a disaster for the Demon Realm! However, it was fortunate that it was not the Divine Path Killing Poem. If the Divine Path Killing Poem had appeared, it would have shaken the heavens and earth. It might have been able to force the ancestral god's incarnation back to the Demon Realm. That was not a divine blood incarnation, but an existence more powerful than a Supreme Saint. Killing us Half-saint is as easy as crushing an ant. "
The voice of the Echo Poem spread in all directions.
All the Corpse Soldiers within dozens of miles were wiped out, and then vigorous weeds grew on their bodies.
The Demon Barbarians closest to the castle slowly fell down. This behavior of falling to the ground seemed to be contagious, and the Demon Barbarians were like wheat that had been cut. They fell to the ground one after another.
"Not good!" Lei Li shouted and pointed his finger forward.
"Bang …" A sound came from nowhere. Lei Li's body shook, and his eyes regained their brightness.
"Save me …"
Lei Li finished shouting. His eyes suddenly dimmed again, and then a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
All of a sudden, his eyes turned dark green.
"Soldier Barbarian Saint is indeed the wise man of the Demon Realm. He had long determined that Fang Yun was the person who must be killed. It's a pity that those old things were muddle-headed and useless. They were afraid that Soldier Barbarian Saint would lead the Barbarian Race to suppress the Demon Race, so they didn't send Half-saint who was good at fighting, forcing him to go to the Demon Ancestor's Sect in person. In the end, he fell into the trap of the Human Race and was killed by the Book Hill. Soldier Barbarian Saint, your unfulfilled ambition will be completed by Bensei for you! Even if Bensei is injured, I must kill this man! "
In Lei Li's eyes, green flames were burning, reflecting the castle in front of him. On the castle, there was only Fang Yun alone.
In front of Fang Yun, the Battle Poem turned into a square pool, evenly divided into more than three hundred parts, and fell into the glabella of each Jinshi.
"Ah …"
"It's so comfortable …"
Many Jinshi couldn't help but close their eyes and moan. Everyone was like a withered grass that received rain after a long drought, instantly gaining a strong vitality.
In the literary palace of these Jinshi, the talent was surging like a river!
Everyone's literary palace seemed to have an additional source of talent!
After Fang Yun finished writing this unprecedented Jinshi poem, he coughed lightly.
This was the famous work of Zhu Xi, the great scholar of ancient Huaxia. It contained extremely profound philosophy. Forcefully writing it exhausted all of Fang Yun's talent. Fortunately, there was a fragment of the Literary Star in the literary palace, providing the Literary Star's power at the end. Otherwise, Fang Yun's lifespan would have been drained at least ten years.
Zhu Xi's position in the Confucian School was the first after the Spring and Autumn Period. In the Huaxia Temple of Confucius, there were the Four Sages, Yan Zi, Zeng Zi, Zi Si, and Meng Zi. After them, the highest position was the Twelve Sages. Eleven of them were disciples of Confucius, and only Zhu Xi was not a disciple of Confucius!
Even Dong Zhongshu, who had deposed the Hundred Schools of Thought, Han Yu, the founder of Neo-Confucianism, Zhou Dunyi, and Wang Yangming, who had achieved great success in the study of mind, were inferior to Zhu Xi.
Fang Yun once said, "If there is something wrong, change it; if there is nothing wrong, strengthen it." It was Zhu Xi's words that triggered the voice of the Sage.
Fang Yun frowned slightly. The power of this poem was so strong that it affected more than three hundred Jinshi at once. However, he was the only one who was not affected at all. It seemed that the poem was too special, and he had already reached his limit. He would have to at least become a Grand Scholar to be able to recover his talent.
"Alright." Fang Yun smiled indifferently. Using all of his talent in exchange for a hundred times more talent was a great deal.
At this moment, the Hunting Ground was under the lead clouds, and there was light under the sky. However, in the Saint Origin World, it was nine o 'clock at night. Many people had nothing to do, and there were more people paying attention to the literary rankings than during the day.
In front of the academy in Jingguo's capital city, there was a huge light screen. The light screen showed the rankings of the ten nations in the Hunting Ground.
Gyeongo had been in first place for killing demons and barbarians last night, followed by Qi Nation and Wu Nation, followed by Yun Nation and Shu Nation. Jingguo was in sixth place.
The people below the rankings were discussing.
"Damn it, Gyeongo is in first place!"
"Don't worry, Jingguo will definitely surpass them slowly."
"Unfortunately, not long ago, my Jingguo ranking shot up to fourth place. It's really unprecedented."
"It must be Fang Yun's doing. Other than Fang Yun, no one else could make me, a Jingguo Jinshi, better than the other powerful nations in killing demons and barbarians."
"You have to call him Fang Xusheng respectfully!"
"However, not long ago, my Jingguo ranking suddenly slowed down. Now, it has actually reached sixth place. At this rate, I'm likely to be surpassed by Jia Nation and Yue Nation. "
"Could something have happened to Fang Xusheng?"
"Jinx! How could something have happened to Fang Xusheng!?! "
"Fang Xusheng must be biding his time or preparing a powerful force!"
"Yes, it must be!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the number behind Jingguo, which was ranked sixth, shot up at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it increased by more than a thousand points.
In just a few breaths, Jingguo surpassed Yun Nation in fifth place.
"Look! All the other nations' rankings have stopped moving, but Jingguo is rising rapidly! It's already in fifth place! "
"It's so fast, it's already in fourth place! It's back to fourth place again! "
"Oh my god! It's already in third place. It's unbelievable! "
"It's still rising! It's still rising! I wonder what rank it will reach in the end! If it reaches first place, Old Man will run around Capital City naked! "
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