Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1154

Qi Zhenyuan swiped a word with concentration, the library trembled, the spirit of killing was attached to his pen, and the spirits of the characters condensed by others were shattered one after another, only the "benevolence" summoned by Han Weiyan and Yu Sheng's "fight "Still strong.

This was not just aimed at Zhan Changfeng, how could all the monks be willing to be a foil, they all drew up pens to call for spirits, but in vain.

Every word formed will be dissipated in the "killing" process!

The killing of Confucianism and Taoism is so powerful.

This killing word is like a slap in the face of a Confucian scholar, full of righteousness and courage, going forward!

Han Weiyan's eyes were deep, and he thought to himself, if I put out "benevolence" with all my strength, maybe I can suppress this killing word, but I don't know how that person will respond.

When Zhan Changfeng raised his hand to draw the first stroke, everyone was surprised, what she wanted to write was killing!

When her deliberately slowed down strokes gradually took shape, the roar of dragons and tigers. The sound of gold and iron horses roared out, surpassing the direction of Tianwei, and all armies charged!

Not only did Qi Zhenyuan kill the characters, but the "benevolence" and "dou" who were watching from the sidelines also collapsed one by one before the strokes were completed.

When she made the last stroke, there was only her word in the library!
This killing is the words of the king, the decree of heaven, which cannot be discussed or refuted.

Han Weiyan raised his pen several times to draw out the spirit of benevolence and righteousness, but the handwriting disappeared time and time again, this.
Zhan Changfeng looked at Qi Zhenyuan with his hands in his sleeves, "Can Fellow Daoist break it?"

Qi Zhenyuan's face darkened, and the brush in his hand seemed so heavy that he couldn't even lift it up, and he cupped his hands resentfully, "Friend Daoist is superior, I lost."

The big-billed yellow bird looked around, "Is there anyone who can write?"

Young Master Lang wanted to play with Yu Sheng and write another one, but judging by Yu Sheng's appearance, he didn't seem to want to compare again.

Han Weiyan was also silent, standing there without moving.

After others tried a few times, they knew that they were not as good as they were, and regretted giving up. They wanted to make a sample of them, but after the beating, they didn't have a role to play.

Qi Zhenyuan is well-known, and Han Weiyan was the only one who could compare with him on the scene. Now that he has conceded, they will be humiliating themselves if they don't give up.

The big-billed yellow bird said loudly, "The winner is out, please collect the tokens, fellow daoists."

It pecked a feather from its body, turned into a token with feather patterns and flew into Zhan Changfeng's hand, "Fellow Daoist, you can go to the teleportation hall at any time and enter my Confucianism Zongshu Pavilion."

Zhan Changfeng thanked him.

After the competition was over, Zhan Changfeng didn't stay any longer, and was going to visit other islands before walking towards the gate of the study building, and the long-bearded Tianjun greeted him.

This person is Han Weiyan.

Han Weiyan was curious about her, and he just wanted to know her. He clasped his fists and asked, "Can I ask fellow Taoist Gao's name?"

"Tai Yi Lin Yao Wang." Zhan Changfeng asked back, "What's your name, Fellow Daoist?"

"My surname is Han, and my Daoist name is Weiyan. Han Weiyan is also true. My fellow Daoist is very talented. I am very lucky to see you today." Han Weiyan said in his heart. Sure enough, the artistic conception of the word "kill" can only be written by a prince. .

"you flatter me."

Qi Zhenyuan was so angry that she ignored her when she asked her name, but she told her when others asked her. Isn't it just a slap in the face!
If Zhan Changfeng didn't report to the front of the house, some people might think that she was unsophisticated, and that's all she had insinuated about Qi Zhenyuan before, but now she gave her name in front of Qi Zhenyuan.

But once her identity is revealed, it's different. As a prince and emperor, who is not self-sufficient, if she cares about this and that, and lowers her airs, she will be looked down upon by others.

Moreover, it is King Lin Yao!

Tai Yi may not be able to rank among all dynasties and celestial dynasties, but King Lin Yao is the strongest ghost in Xuantian's history!

The names on the nine list are all hanging.

The monks who were born in Xuantian were suddenly relieved, and they all smiled and went forward to congratulate Zhan Changfeng for his victory.

After Zhan Changfeng responded one by one, he went around the nearby islands and first wrote down their competition items and time.

What's worse is that some islands will not announce the name and time of the competition in advance, and they have to wait until the start of the competition.

Therefore, it is impossible for one person to know all the competition items of the islands.

She went to a dozen islands, but she only knew about five competitions that were about to start, and the start time of two of them was only half a quarter away.

According to the arrangement of these islands, it is doomed that it is impossible to participate in the projects on every island, and we can only try our best to choose the most valuable ones.

At this time, mutual information assistance is needed.

The source of her small information network is Yu Sheng, Zuo Zhuzhi, Huaiming, and Gu Xiaoqiao who have also come to Yeshifang. Zhenjun Guangcheng did not come after retreating.

On Yu Sheng's side, there is another small information network, which is formed by monks she is familiar with, such as Young Master Lang.

Zhan Changfeng was not familiar with the cultivator at her side, so Yu Sheng didn't introduce her hastily, but on the island of Wanjuan, Yu Sheng took Mr. Lang to meet her. Yes, he took the initiative to bring up the matter of mutual assistance, and Zhan Changfeng took advantage of the situation and agreed.

In addition to Young Master Lang and Yu Sheng, there are also loose cultivators Qianyu, Yue Ci, Xuantian Sword Vein Wen Ziyao, Miao of Yunge, and some monks from other realms.

Zhan Changfeng took a moment to notice that they were all the strongest supernatural powers or the first-rate newly promoted spirits. They were either casual cultivators or neutral camps.

Zhan Changfeng didn't meet them, but only looked at their names in the multi-person communication treasure.

If there are projects that you don't want to participate in or don't have time to participate in, you can announce them in the communication treasure.

Of course, if you don't care or are confident enough, you can also announce the projects you are going to participate in.

Zhan Changfeng looked at the project news that was added one after another on the above, and also put the news he knew on it, and then went to the island where the test was about to start.

The island is named after a lot of money, but there is no extravagance. There is only an ordinary small city with closed gates on the island.

Hundreds of people had already gathered outside the city, but it was still a big-billed yellow bird repeating the rules.

It squeezed its throat and said, "This money, if you can earn it or spend it, I will give each of you a thousand gold, and you have to spend it all in one day and one night, and buy back the most valuable things. Whoever gets back something with the highest value wins."

"No.3, get [-] high-grade spirit stones."

"No.2, 20 high-grade spirit stones."

"No.1, I will get a large spiritual vein!"

The eyes of those who heard the sound became hot. This is probably the easiest and most rewarding item in the night time workshop competition. You only need to spend money to have a chance to get a coveted large spiritual vein!

"When the city gate opens, it's time for the competition!" The big-billed yellow bird waved its short wings, and all participants had a sack of gold beside them.

Zhan Changfeng took it out and looked at it. It was a gold bar of 20 taels.

Some monks had already thrown it into the Sumeru bag, and it looked awkward and bulky in the hand.

The sky on the small island darkened, simulating the scene before dawn.

"The hour is here, open the city gate~" A guard on the tower shouted loudly, and the city gate slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)