Chapter 217

The whole audience, without exception, was shocked by the words of the fierce king.

Even the people of Kong Sheng and the six great Yasheng aristocratic families felt incredible when they heard this.

That's the property of the great semi holy family.

Zong Wude murmured, "how did the fierce gentleman become crazy?"

Li Fanming under the stage stared. It's hard to imagine that the fierce king would say this, and it's even harder to imagine that Fang Yun is worth saying so!

The sleeping rabbit was awake, standing upright, looking at Fang Yun and the fierce king. He kept turning his head and looking at the two people, as if asking: what's the situation?

The wolf demon Hou beside the fierce king blinked his eyes several times, and the ferocity dissipated, replaced by confusion.

The people of the Meng family were most surprised. Since the fierce king began to emerge, the Meng family is booming and has a great tendency to restore the glory and even surpass in the past. Now they have blind trust in the fierce king, but even so, they can't understand the fierce king's practice.

Some of the guests suddenly stared at the fierce king with great seriousness.

"This time, he was right." a great Confucian said slowly.

Fang Yun didn't seem to have guessed the fierce king's intention at all. He said, "do you want to exchange these great joys for my next Mid Autumn Festival poems? I'll think about it. Well, I'll change it!"

At the moment Fang Yun opened his mouth, the master of ceremonies quickly took out a sound amplifying conch from his arms and put it in front of Fang Yun. After Fang Yun's voice entered the sound amplifying conch, it consumed the master of ceremonies' talent and formed the sound of spring thunder on his tongue, which spread all over the audience.

The originally tense atmosphere eased slightly. Everyone looked at the fierce king and waited for his reply.

The fierce king said slowly, "as long as you are willing to join my Mongolian family and marry my Mongolian woman as your wife, you will have whatever you have in the Mongolian family!"

"The fierce gentleman joked. I was engaged to sister Yuhuan and got married soon." the smile on Fang Yun's face disappeared.

The fierce king snorted softly, showing his disdain and said, "what can I bring you? The dowry of my Mongolian woman is an aristocratic family! What is your child's daughter-in-law? Beautiful? There are many people who are more beautiful than her in ten countries. Do you want a hundred or a thousand? I'll let someone choose! How can she compare with my Mongolian woman? Being a concubine is already a compliment to her!"

Fang Yunhe asked kindly, "last year, could you send me a bowl of medicine soup?"

The fierce king was silent.

"Two years ago, could you pass me an egg?"

There was silence.

"Three years ago, could you cook a bowl of porridge for me?"

"Four years ago, could you wash a dress for me?"

Fang Yun went on year after year, and finally said coldly, "you can't do it. How can you compare with sister Yuhuan? You are worthy of being a fierce king who practices the holy way of courage. I'm afraid your holy way of courage has reached the highest level, so you can say that my sister Yuhuan is not as good as your family."

"Oh? So you can give up the holy way for just a child's daughter-in-law?" the fierce king's chest fluctuated slightly, but his tone was still calm.

Fang Yun stared at the fierce king and said firmly, "I'll take the holy way of our transportation myself. I don't need sister Yuhuan to change it. Your Mongolian family can't give me the holy way! Your whole Mongolian family is not as good as my sister Yuhuan's bowl of medicine soup."

The fierce king slowly straightened his body, stared at Fang Yun like an eagle or a wolf, pressed his right hand on the armrest of the Wuhou car, and said sternly, "Fang Yun, I value you so much. I didn't expect you to insult me so much!"

"You think too much of Meng family and yourself." Fang Yun said calmly.

"Good! Good! Good! If you insult me, I will never die! The day when the holy ruins end is when the news of your death spread all over the world!" the fierce king's eyes showed strange blood color. The bloody meteor no longer flashed and disappeared, as if it was circling his eyes.

Fang Yun's eyes were cold and said, "don't bother the fierce gentleman. I will be able to return safely on the day when the holy ruins are over. Since the fierce gentleman said that he will never die with me, how dare you wait until I become a scholar and have a life and death literary battle with you?"

"No, you won't have the chance to become a Hanlin. I'll never give you this chance, even if you come out of the holy ruins alive!" the fierce king suddenly smiled gently, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth and blood in his eyes.

The four Wenbao pens on Wuhou's car suddenly moved and knocked on the inner wall of the pen barrel, making a thump sound. The inkstone suddenly fluctuated up and down and knocked on the desktop.

Kill your heart and fight with pen and ink!

Liu Zizhi in the crowd showed an excited smile. With the words of the fierce king, Fang Yun will die, and the Liu family will be safe.

Li Wenying suddenly stood up and said, "listen to the meaning of the fierce king, is to kill our king Fang Yun?"

The fierce king said, "I only said that Fang Yun would die. Why did I say that I would kill him myself? Would my Menglin hall not even understand these rules? Would Lord Dongsheng let me kill him when he was in the holy yard?"

"Oh, the day Fang Yun died is when I killed ten murderers!" Li Wenying said.

"Even if you become a great Confucian, you can't do it!"

"I know, kill as many as you can," said Li Wenying. He sat down and drank slowly.

A man nearby said with a smile, "brother Wenying hasn't seen you for many days, and his talent is becoming more and more concise. I don't like fighting and killing. I just finished a picture of three barbarians' expedition a few days ago and sent it to your house in a few days."

People looked at the painting king, one of the four talents of the previous generation. He was a great scholar. Originally, he could only draw demon king war paintings at the same level as himself. However, his painting realm was very deep, and he could draw a more powerful demon king. The painting of the three barbarians' expedition was probably an army led by three demon kings. Once the war painting was drawn, he could level a city in a moment.

"Thank you, brother Wu." Li Wenying raised his glass to Mr. Hua.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Hua took out a scroll of paintings and threw it to Fang Yun. He said, "this is the work I practiced writing in my early years. It's useless to keep it. Watch it. Your theory of yin and Yang is deep in my heart, so don't refuse."

Countless people's eyes shine. What they get is the war painting of painting Jun. even if it was made by painting Jun in his early years, it is also a high-quality product among the high-quality products. Painting Jun has entered the three realms of painting Dao several years ago and is impacting the four realms of painting Dao. In his lifetime, he is likely to become the first master to enter the five realms of painting Dao.

Fang Yun received the scroll from Hanhu Bay and said, "thank you for your great gift."

Suddenly, a Book flew to Fang Yun. Fang Yun looked in the direction of the book as he picked it up.

The person who threw the book was Shi Jun, who had been to Yuhai literary academy that day.

Shi Jun nodded and said, "this is the historical records I copied myself a few days ago. It's a gift for you as a farewell gift."

Fang Yun was about to thank him. Two books flew from the seat of the Bing Sheng family. Fang Yun had no time to thank Shijun and hurried to catch them.

The old man who threw the book said, "this is the art of war of Sun Tzu and the art of war of Sun Bin I copied in those years. Although it is not a Book of war, it should benefit you."

"I picked up an ink ingot a few days ago and gave it to you." Master Kong, who presided over the kongcheng Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting yesterday, threw an ink ingot. The ink ingot flew in the air with a slight dragon roar, and the blood lines on the surface of the ink ingot were like dragon patterns.

Fang Yun has Li Wenying's dragon blood ink ingot, which is made by the demon king's dragon blood, and this ink ingot is better. It must be made by the dragon blood of the big demon king.

"Our public losers are good at making small toys. This thousand mile mirror is for you as your wedding gift!"

A cultural treasure thousand mile mirror flew from the seat of the Luban family. Fang Yun reached out to catch it and put it into the Hanhu shell.

"It's said that you have made some achievements in zither. This is Guangling San written by the great Confucian Ji Kang. I'm reluctant to give it to you and lend it to you for three years!" a wooden box flew to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun catches it and remembers the man.

Then, several things flew up one after another.

Fang Yun was moved. Unexpectedly, he was hostile to the people of the semi holy family, and so many people helped him. Some of these people do hate the fierce king, but doing so in front of the fierce king is definitely not just disgust, but there must be a cavity of righteousness.

Fang Yun, who was originally at a disadvantage in the situation, is now as powerful as a rainbow. Many people even see their blood boiling, but they are not rich, so from time to time someone calls good or praises Fang Yun. They are not afraid of the presence of the fierce king.

At this moment, no one directly accuses the fierce king, but everyone can see what thousands of people are pointing at, and everyone can hear thousands of people spitting!

Countless people have the same idea: it's unforgivable that the fierce king wants to kill people's genius!

More and more people glared at the fierce king, and an invisible sense of righteousness floated in everyone's heart.

Suddenly, a young scholar scolded: "shameless fierce king, scum of the human race!"

No one responded. After a few moments, suddenly there was a humanitarian: "well scolded! If the fierce king kills Fang Yun, everyone will be killed!"

"We wait for the people of Kong City to bathe Kong Shengen. How can we be afraid of such a small night! The fierce king is shameless!"

"The fierce king is shameless!"

"The fierce king is despicable!"

At first, few people shouted, but soon more and more people followed, forming waves of shouting.

There is a huge force gathering over Kong City, and all who dare to resist this force will be crushed.

Unite as one, as many people point out!

Liu Zizhi's smile froze on his face and even showed a look of horror.

The Meng family's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. Many people wanted to be killed. The dignified semi Saint family was pointed out by thousands of people. Meng Sheng didn't even meet him that year.

Even if his mind is as firm as a fierce king, he is biting his teeth and holding the handrail with both hands. The anger in his chest can almost burn the dragon scale armor on his body.

At this moment, the fierce gentleman's courage became slightly blurred, not as crystal clear as before, as if dust fell on it.

"Incite people to harm me with thousands of accusations, and I will kill you!" the fierce king roared in his heart.

Shi Jun took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. While writing, he opened Chunlei with his tongue and "muttered to himself" and said, "thousands of people pointed at the cultural meeting of the ten countries' holy ruins, which must be recorded in the annals of history."

As soon as these words came out, the people were more happy, and the Meng family was even more desperate.

Li Fanming couldn't help but slap the table and startled the big rabbit. People on the side also looked at him.

Li Fanming explained: "Mr. Shi has been in the 'history Academy' a few days ago and won the title of 'pen official'. Since he has recorded this matter, the history books of the ten countries in future generations must not include this matter. It is a complete faith history! Let alone the semi holy family, even the higher family can not be erased."

"I see!" many people looked happy.