"Very likely!" Conde said.

"Brother de Lun! There are still twelve breath." Fang Yun's voice suddenly sounded. Kong De Lun immediately shut up and prepared to write poetry.

Under the command of Fang Yun, the process of climbing the mountain was very smooth, and the climbing speed was much faster than those demons.

This is at the expense of talent, but also because each poem has a Baoguang at the beginning, doubling the power of poetry.

Time passed minute by minute.

The thick snow madly pounded down from the hillside, but various poetic forces continued to appear, opening up roads and separating snow waves, so that the Terrans could climb up continuously.

After reaching the middle of the mountain, the atmosphere of the team changed significantly, and everyone no longer talked and laughed as before.

After making six poems one after another, Ma Xiong was finally unsustainable. After being called by Fang Yun's name again, he said, "I want to repeat Fang Yun, just smiled calmly and said," Ma Xiong, after 18 rest, the poem will be completed, and brother an will make preparations. "

When they saw Fang Yun, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, especially the big rabbit, jumping and jumping. They wanted to find out what was going on immediately.

Kong De Lun suddenly said in a loud voice: "I ordered as the deacon of the punishment Hall of the holy court that everyone should not mention this matter from now on. After leaving the holy ruins, I asked the holy judge to keep quiet!"

"Yes!" everyone agreed. This kind of news is not for fun.

Li Fanming hurriedly looked around and said, "fortunately, it was blocked by big trees. It was not seen by demon man and Xun ye, otherwise it would be dangerous."

"Let's go on, but why do I think the avalanche slope is much safer?" Yan Yukong smiled.

People can't help laughing. Fang Yun's one breath poem is a hundred times safer than before!