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Chapter 473 Xuanmingzong's Secret Art
When Fang Han heard this, he didn't feel angry at all, but looked at him with a smile on his face.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, and continued: "You are not scared, are you? I scolded you! You didn't even reply—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head from behind.

"Who the hell is hitting me?" Zhou Yi turned his head angrily, but what he saw was his uncle Wei Jun.He saw Wei Jun glaring at him with an angry face and gnashing his teeth, which made him feel cold.

He quickly explained: "Uncle, I just said it smoothly, don't be angry! I didn't know it was you who hit me!"

Everyone else was confused by this miraculous scene. Why did Wei Jun suddenly slap Zhou Yi?Could it be that Wei Jun was controlled by Fang Han?As soon as this idea came up, it was immediately smothered by everyone.How can this be?With the miraculous means that Wei Jun showed just now, it is almost as good for him to control others!
Wei Jun said to Zhou Yi coldly: "I wrote that poem!"

"Ah?" Zhou Yi suddenly realized that he wanted to slap himself!Make you so talkative.

"Uncle Shi, I didn't know you wrote it! I thought it was Fang Han who wrote it!" He was still sitting on the last remedy.

"Pfft!" Ximen Jing couldn't help laughing, it turned out to be such a thing.No wonder Fang Hanhui suddenly read a poem!It turns out that this poem was written by Wei Jun.

Wait, she was suddenly stunned. What Wei Jun wrote was, how could Fang Han know?
Not only Ximenjing thought of this question, but Ximenhao and his wife also thought of this question. The two of them looked at each other, and they both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

Ximen Liang looked at Fang Han in disbelief. He had a bad premonition, squinted his eyes and asked Fang Han: "How do you know the poem written by Master Wei?"

"Shut up!" After Wei Jun scolded Zhou Yi, he was reminded by Ximen Liang and immediately looked at Fang Han, waiting for his reply.

Zhou Yi also forgot the pain, "That's right! How did you know about the poems written by my uncle? Could it be that you stole them from my uncle's study?"

"Heh!" Fang Han chuckled, "I saw it on a wall, and there were not only this poem, but also other poems on it, all of which were nonsense. My hot eyes! I don’t want to remember it, but there is no way, I have a good memory, and I can remember it after reading it once.”

"Wall? What wall?" Zhou Yi asked puzzled.

Wei Jun was a little surprised, "You mean the stone wall of the Qianbashan University Campus?"

Everyone immediately looked at Wei Jun, not understanding what he was talking about.

Seeing everyone's curiosity, Wei Jun said simply: "Fifty years ago, our monastic sect in East China held a gathering in Qianye Mountain. At the party, Xiao Zhan, the head of Qianye Mountain, suddenly became interested and said that everyone Each head left a poem on the stone wall to commemorate this gathering, so that it can be passed down to future generations, and it can be regarded as a good story."

Zhou Yi said with some envy: "There is such a thing, it's really great. This reminds me of the ninth year of Yonghe, at the age of Kuichou, at the beginning of late spring, at the Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji—"

"Come on!" Fang Han couldn't listen anymore, and immediately interrupted, "The preface to the Lanting collection is a preface for various writers. Although those poems have been lost, they are still a hundred times better than those nonsense broken poems. Without that Don't learn other people's anecdotes about literary talent, you guys are really shameless!"

Wei Jun was scolded by Fang Han, his face flushed.He also knows that his poems are not good, but this matter has always been something he is proud of. He has not made any achievements in the world of monasticism, but learning from the sages and ancients can be regarded as a memory of his own life. Fang Han's words are so unbearable, his anger is about to break through the sky!

"You, a wild cultivator, are so sharp-tongued! I want to see how good your skills are!"

As he spoke, he pinched the formula in his hand, and everything around him floated.Seats that fell to the ground, teacups that fell, broken floors and concrete blocks that fell from the walls.

At a glance, it seems that everything in the house is controlled by Wei Jun!
"This -" Ximen Hao's family was shocked. They did not expect to see such a scene.Ximen Hao reacted quickly and pushed his wife and daughter into a room, then blocked the door.

Ximen stood quietly behind his father, and the worried Fang Han shouted: "Fang Han, be careful!"

"Be careful? You can't handle this with caution!" Zhou Yi said proudly: "This is the secret technique of my Xuanming Sect - the technique of controlling objects!"

When Ximen Liang heard this, greed flashed in his eyes. This spell is so powerful, wouldn't it make him invincible?It seems that I must step up to infiltrate Xuanmingzong. Everything in the secular world is just a cloud, and the hatred of the Dongfang family is also not worth mentioning. Only Taoism is the only one in this world.

Wei Jun had a sinister smile on his face, he just wanted to kill Fang Han now.Even a little Yexiu dared to laugh at him, he was looking for death.But he obviously forgot, if Fang Han is really an ordinary field repairman, how could he know the poems written on the stone wall of Qianye Mountain University Campus?

Seeing that all the floating objects continued to gain momentum, Fang Han smiled contemptuously.Object control technique was originally a small spell, but Xuan Mingzong actually called it a secret technique, which shows how rubbish this sect is.

Even if Fang Han stood still and let these things hit him, he would not be harmed at all. These things could not even penetrate his magic barrier.

But Wei Jun has been accumulating energy for a little too long, it has been several seconds, and there is no sign of finishing.Fang Han became a little impatient, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, two streams of mana were shot out by him.Mana condensed into two huge blades in the air, and slashed across Wei Jun's sides.

The connection between Wei Jun and those floating objects was cut off by a mana blade like a silk thread!
"Whoa-"

The objects on both sides of him fell from the air to the ground one after another.

As soon as Fang Han turned his hand, the mana blade circled around Wei Jun before disappearing.The items in front of him and behind him were not spared either, and fell down one after another.

The big ones came first, and then the small ones, which fell all over the floor.

Everyone looked at the things on the ground in astonishment, their minds went blank, why did Fang Han break Wei Jun's spell just by waving his hand?Isn't this Xuan Mingzong's secret technique?
Wei Jun was also stunned. He looked up at Fang Han, "Who the hell are you?"

Hearing Wei Jun's question, everyone looked up at Fang Han, and waited until Fang Han returned.

Fang Han said playfully, "Don't you already know who I am?"

Wei Jun's face was a bit ugly, "You can't be a casual cultivator, casual cultivators won't have your strength!"

"Hehe—" Fang Leng laughed, "It's because you have never met a casual cultivator like me!"

(End of this chapter)