The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

After being in a daze, Lei Jiu and Gu Jiaohou almost went crazy.

"Fang Yun! I, Lei Jiu, and the Lei family are at odds with you! You just robbed me of my dragon energy, but you even robbed me of my ancestral dragon's true blood! It's so shameless! It's so heartless! It's so unjust! simply……"

Gu Jiaohou immediately responded in a demonic tone: "It's worse than a pig or a dog!"

The Pig Demon Saint Son and the Dog Clan Saint Son were greatly displeased and looked askance at Gu Jiaohou.

Several people around Fang Yun almost burst into laughter. Fang Yun had snatched the dragon energy from Lei Jiu and Gu Jiaohou before. At that time, Gu Jiaohou was about to take action, but the altar shattered and the bone demon appeared, allowing Fang Yun to escape. One calamity.

Fang Yun kept holding the piece of paper, and the three big words "True Unjust" were particularly dazzling in the eyes of the dragon clan, Yao Man and Dragon Demon.

"Fart! Fart your mother!" Lei Jiu, a dignified scholar of the Holy Academy, finally couldn't help but yell.

Fang Yun pointed at his face again, asking these people to take a good look at his expression. It was really not a show.

Fang Yun was really helpless. Although the true blood of the ancestral dragon was good, he was not a dragon. He could not inspire the will of the ancestral dragon inside, so its effectiveness was greatly reduced. Moreover, it would be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the four major forces at the same time. No matter how stupid a person is, it would be impossible for him to do it.

Fang Yun couldn't figure out what was going on at the moment. He suspected that it was an emperor's poem, but also suspected that Qishu Tiandi was responsible. Di Luo was also suspicious, and even felt that the miniature Wenqu star in the Wen Gong star sky was also involved.

Lei Jiu and Gu Jiaohou kept cursing. No matter how others tried to persuade them, they could not stop their anger, and the eyes of the Xihai Dragon Clan and Yao Man were also wrong.

Only Ao Huang became confused, not knowing whether he should take away the true blood of the ancestral dragon or ignore his luck.

The Holy Son of the Snake Tribe next to Shi Wang whispered: "Your Highness Shi Wang, it seems that Gu Jiaohou and the others will not let Fang Yun go. What should we do?"

Shi Wang said: "The true blood of the ancestral dragon is the ancestral dragon's thing after all. Even if Fang Yun cannot inspire the will of the ancestral dragon, when he leaves the Dragon Climbing Platform, he will have an extra trump card! This thing can be given to anyone, but it cannot be given to anyone. Good luck!”

"That……"

The lion suddenly raised its head and roared, its mane stood up, showing the majesty of the king of beasts.

"Gu Jiaohou, I want to stop Ao Huang. Can you lead the dragon demon and the other demon barbarian saints to kill Fang Yun?" Shi Wang said.

Gu Jiaohou had already fallen into madness and shouted without hesitation: "Okay! If you don't kill Fang Yun, I won't die in peace!"

Shiwan looked back at the masked man in black.

The masked man nodded slightly, as if he had everything under control.

The lion looked at Fang Yun in vain, with a smile on his lips and pity in his eyes, as if he was looking at a poor guy.

"It is my honor to see the first genius of the human race fall in front of me!" Shi Wang turned to look at Ao Huang and said, "Ao Huang! They all said that you can beat me, so today I will let you See my power!"

After saying that, the golden lion mobilized all his strength and rushed towards Ao Huang.

The rest of the dragon clan knew Ao Huang's temper and all retreated.

Except for the two dragon commanders from the East China Sea Dragon Palace who leaned firmly against Fang Yun, the rest of the dragon clan watched silently and did not help. After all, the true blood of the ancestral dragon was obtained by Fang Yun, and the final result was still uncertain.

Lei Jiu kept retreating. As he retreated, he suppressed his anger and said: "Fang Yun! Now the demon barbarian wants to kill you. As a human race, I can't fight with you! But when we get out of the Dragon Climbing Platform, I will definitely have a life-and-death fight with you." Fight! Avenge the death of the Dragon Qi and the True Blood of the Ancestral Dragon!"

Fang Yun didn't even look at Lei Jiu, but stared at the slowly approaching Gu Jiaohou and the alliance of dragon demons and demon barbarians led by him.

Zong Ji and Sima He followed Lei Jiu and left, but the other scholars of the Holy Academy stood firmly in front of Fang Yun and blocked Fang Yun.

Kong Detian said slowly: "Everyone, I didn't expect that we avoided the dragon saint's corpse energy, but still faced such a dangerous situation. However, Fang Yun is not only our literary friends and comrades, but also the future of the human race! If we don't protect it, Fang Yun just doesn’t protect the human race!”

"Brother Kong, there is no need to say anything, we will know!" Sun Renbing said, taking out a military book from his hand.

Seven white-clothed Jinshi stood in front of Fang Yun to form a human wall, looking at the alliance of demon barbarians and dragon demons without fear.

On the other side, Shi Wang went all out, even though he was as powerful as Ao Huang, he couldn't repel him in a short time.

"Keng..."

A clear and exciting sword cry suddenly sounded from Fang Yun's Wen Palace.

"Not bad!" Kong Detian nodded slightly, but like everyone else, there was no joy on his face, and those savage dragon monsters didn't care either.

One person's war of words cannot turn the tide of the war, let alone a newly born war of words.

In their view, the war of words had just been conceived, and its power was not only limited, but Fang Yun's talent must have been exhausted, and there was no way any power could be left.

No matter how strong Fang Yun is, he is just a slightly stronger Jinshi, nothing more.

"Fang Yun, you are dead today!" Gu Jiaohou suddenly sped up.

However, Fang Yun suddenly began to recite a poem. What he recited was not a war poem or anything else, but a Kaifeng poem after the poem about pregnant swords.

Although the importance of Kai Feng's poem is not as important as that of Pregnant Sword Poetry, it is still extremely critical. The better the Kai Feng poem is, the faster the power of the sword will reach its limit. If the Kai Feng poem is not good, it will take a long time for the sword to reach the level of Jinshi. The limit of levels.

"Ten years to sharpen a sword..."

Fang Yun spoke the first sentence, and countless translucent sword energies appeared out of thin air, passing over the Jinshi in front of him and flying towards the enemy.

This sword energy not only contains the power of verbal swordplay and Kaifeng poetry, but also the power of the Zangfeng poem that Fang Yun wrote for himself.

Although there are many swords, they are not very powerful, they are only at the level of lifting people and fighting poems.

But this is just the beginning!

The opening poem has only appeared in one sentence!

Many scholars from the Holy Academy understand the meaning of this better than those from other races.

Lei Jiu suddenly shouted: "Fang Yun's first sword will have unparalleled power. You must not underestimate it! You must regard Fang Yun as a genius Hanlin of the human race!"

"Ah..."

Gu Jiaohou immediately spit out the real dragon dragon flame. In addition to anger, there was also a trace of disdain in his eyes. It absorbed the fragments of the semi-saint dragon ball and had the real power of a real dragon within an hour. These scholars could not stop it at all.

The blazing red flame rushed like a huge wave, and everyone took out the protective Hanlin Wenbao to block it.

But Gu Jiaohou was a demon marquis, equivalent to a Hanlin of the human race, and he had temporary real dragon blood, so strong that it was immeasurable. All the protective war poems dissipated immediately after touching the dragon flame.

"The frost blade has never been tried." Fang Yun recited the second sentence.

Gu Jiaohou's speed was too fast. If he was allowed to rush forward, Fang Yun would not be able to finish reciting the opening poem.

The poem of opening the sword can only be recited orally, and it cannot be too fast or too slow, otherwise it will affect the effect of opening the sword.

Kong Detian stretched out his hand and pointed at Gu Jiaohou, and his body exuded a strange breath, and then a huge translucent old man appeared behind him.

Not only the human race present, but also the monsters and dragons recognized this tall, slightly dark-faced, and protruding forehead old man.

Confucius.

Kong Detian inspired the will of Confucius, the star of the king.

"I know the spring and autumn, welcome the cold and heat, and send off the wind and frost. The destiny is in me, and you are against it!"

Kong Detian pointed out, and everything in the ten-foot radius in front of him became slow, whether it was Gu Jiaohou's dragon flame or the verbal battles of other Jinshi, they were as slow as a snail.