Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1153 Word Competition
Someone tried to recruit the word spirit again, but no matter what they wrote, they couldn't get the favor of the word spirit, or the light ball hiding the word spirit dissipated as soon as it flew to the side.

"Why is there a ball of light next to me, and the words in the ball of light can only be seen vaguely, but hers is clear?"

"She wrote better than us?"

A few Confucian and Taoist monks frowned and pondered, and then simply waved away the character spirits they had attracted before, and created a new chapter. They seemed to have touched something, and the character spirits they attracted this time were much clearer.

Han Weiyan's eyes lit up, "It's just about being relevant and sincere!"

He picked up the pen and solemnly wrote a word, the light spots flying from the bookshelf gathered under his pen and turned into a "benevolence"!
Qi Zhenyuan's face showed joy, to the point, and to explain the meaning, a poem can attract the attention of the characters, a sentence, a word is also fine!
Young Master Lang looked at Yu Sheng with admiration, "Fellow Daoist, you've woken up everyone!"

Yu Sheng shook his head, "I don't dare to do it, I took too many exams when I was young, and I'm used to reviewing questions."

[The meritorious master of Qing*jie: Yes, Yu Zhenjun wins in the examination of the questions, follow a central in-depth analysis, and interpret it. Looking back on Zhenjun’s Fu, it can be said that the word "Douyi" has been interpreted to the extreme, so it appeared The situation where one word dominates the audience]

[Yao*jie Meritorious Lord: I have been paying attention to this true king in the early days, but later, there are more and more heavenly kings, ignoring her. The facts show that it is gold, even if there are mountains pressing down on the top, it will show its own light]

All the monks who found the key began to exert their strength, and the spirits they recruited were clear and powerful, not just one or two.

The other monks who haven't recruited the word spirit after writing for a long time are inevitably anxious, but they can only scratch their heads and write hard.

Zhan Changfeng was thoughtful, his gaze met Yu Sheng's, and both of them smiled inexplicably.

The big-billed yellow bird said, "The time is up, I believe everyone has mastered the tricks, quickly show your skills, use your literary spirit to control your characters, and defeat your opponents!"

Qi Zhenyuan is less interested in Zhan Changfeng at this time, and wants to fight Yu Sheng more, but he still remembers Zhan Changfeng's "arrogant" attitude. Seeing that she has not called Ziling, he sarcastically said, "I haven't asked you your name yet. That's right. You just watched us communicate with each other. You are so low-key. You must be a hermit who doesn't want to make your name public."

It was the first time for everyone to "fight characters", and they were so happy that someone made a sample first, so they watched a good show.

Some people thought carefully about the scene in the stick of incense just now. This person who is said to have won a [-]-year discount coupon did not try to write.

Confident?

give up?
"It's because fellow daoists have been paying attention to me, a person who has no name and no surname. If you are sorry for the importance of fellow daoists, you really have no face to defile your ears with your own name taboo. Please write."

Everyone was in an uproar, this man is made of real steel, without a word of swearing, humbly and politely satirized Qi Zhenyuan for looking for trouble, on the surface he said he was afraid of polluting people's ears, but in fact he didn't deserve to know his name.

Qi Zhenyuan didn't expect that, if she sarcastically said something to him, she would directly fight with him and tease him to death.

The benefactors all trembled when they saw it, and it was nothing more than a hidden sword in their words.

Qi Zhenyuan couldn't stand such aggressive generals, "Okay, okay, Daoist is brave, let's make gestures first!"

He made up his mind to frustrate Zhan Changfeng, so he first asked the big-billed yellow bird, "Can we use paper and pen to assist like we did during the preparation?"

The big-billed yellow bird rolled its eyes, "There are no mandatory rules, you can."

"Okay!" Qi Zhenyuan held a pen, "I'm not talented, I'll make a fool of myself first!"

The pen in his hand is named Zhuoying, which is a treasure in the text.

Han Weiyan sighed and said, "Qi Tianjun's victory has been laid. That kind of literary sage pen is specially used for those who cultivate literary qi, which can easily arouse the literary qi in the body."

"Wouldn't it be easier to summon powerful word spirits?"

"Oh, I should have known that I would also have a sage pen on me."

Young Master Lang asked Yu Sheng, "Did King Lin Yao specialize in Wen Qi?"

Yu Sheng: "I don't know either."

"Then it's hard to say the result." Gongzi Lang stared down, if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would boo and tell them to fight.

Qi Zhenyuan didn't hold back at all, first came up with "water", and then "wind".

In other words, a strong man is a strong man. When the pen fell in the air, the writing spirit surged, and the spirit of the characters appeared along with the strokes.

But seeing that he has a hidden edge, strong brushstrokes, heavy binding of water, and benefit of wind, one attack after one sleepiness, he practiced the way of Feng Shui, which is very mysterious.

Everyone sighed, this is a word fight, turning words into images and attacks!

But I saw Zhan Changfeng raised his finger and wrote, Merry Freehand, the same is the word "water" and "wind", but it is completely different from him.

Water is the backflow of dams and rivers, and wind is the endless wailing of the ruins. If the two words Qi Zhenyuan are combined with the right way to overcome difficulties, then Zhan Changfeng is the integration of geomantic omen and water, opening a picture of floods and destroying the world. While the meaning of the words was scattered, it also brought everyone into a shocking and desperate situation.

He was almost in a state of mind, couldn't get back to his senses for a while, and sat blankly, and the expressions of experts like Han Weiyan also changed.

"What a strong word!"

In fact, Zhan Changfeng didn't have to work hard to summon the word spirit. Her understanding of the world and everything has long been able to realize the artistic conception, and she can also write with inspiration.

Others are trying to figure out the mystery of the word spirit, but she has integrated the word spirit, let it follow her artistic conception, and turned it into her own.

Under Qi Zhenyuan's astonishment, he felt a little admiration in secret. It's annoying to be annoying, and his mastery of writing is simply terrifying.

The collision of artistic conceptions is the exchange of ideas, and it is not painful to fight against such a person.

Can be an opponent.

Qi Zhenyuan's expression was serious, and the meaning of the word was lost, so he made up for it with his cultivation, raised his pen, and came with the most powerful "Thunder".

The power of Lingjian is cast into characters, paralyzing and attacking, and achieving the majesty of Lei characters!

Zhan Changfeng is neither fast nor slow, and when he writes, he borrows the power of the earth to become the power of virtue, attracting the word "earth", and the power of the earth to block "thunder"!
In the last breath, the word "mountain" was formed, Kuang Ba's suppressing force slammed into Qi Zhenyuan, the air pressure was so strong that they mistakenly thought that the space had collapsed.

Young Master Lang said in surprise, "Qi Tianjun has only three words now, and King Lin Yao is no worse than him, it is indeed beyond the reach of people."

Qi Zhenyuan's loss was unexpected, and everyone was quite surprised, but the meaning of the words they showed was not less powerful, but more.You must know that they are both inspirational lessons, and they have just touched one side.

The situation has been reversed, and Qi Zhenyuan couldn't believe that he couldn't compare to her, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Again!"

Zhan Changfeng naturally accompanied him, "Fellow Daoist, if you have any other words, feel free to use them."

After asking such a question, Qi Zhenyuan fell silent instead, holding up his pen, as if he was brewing.

Everyone held their breaths and focused on how far they could fight.

(End of this chapter)