Chapter 1181

People were stunned. How could things with semi holy breath break so easily?

Although semi saints are not immortal, as long as the power containing holy power is not eroded by too powerful power, there are millions of young and easy to carry out.

Although the ruins of the dragon city are dilapidated, there is almost no strong external force and can never be damaged so easily.

"Yun Fang, how dare you tease me!" Lian Pingchao shouted angrily, turned his head suddenly, the red light in his eyes was full, the vitality of heaven and earth shook and the strong wind dispersed.

"Mr. Pingchao is joking. It's just your clumsy eyes!" Fang Yun, with a straight waist, responded to Lian Pingchao without fear.

Even Pingchao bit his teeth, and all his words were blocked back by Fang Yun, because he had said before that Fang Yun could not be blamed for seeing things wrong, but himself.

Ye Fang Song advised: "the old man is so old, but he is still a hot temper. You only lose a Phoenix Fire Wutong wood. Do you have any demons in your hands? When you pick something in the antique market, who hasn't gone out of your eyes?"

Lian Pingchao asked slowly, "Yunfang, I ask you, did you know there was a problem with this thing in advance?"

Fang Yunfei asked, "then I also want to ask Mr. Pingchao, do you want it or do I force it to you?"

The entrance to the ruins of Longcheng was surrounded by blood mist, which shook the vitality. In the blood mist, Fang Yun looked at Lianping lake, and the other five people closed their lips and the atmosphere was depressed.

After a long time, even Pingchao smiled coldly and said, "since you tease me, my friendship with me will be broken! I will help others in trouble, but if something happens, don't blame me for standing idly by!"

"Oh." Fang Yun readily promised, with light wind and light clouds. He had known about the ancient land of blood mountain for a long time and had no hope for people like Lian Pingchao.

"Hum!" Lian Pingchao shook his sleeves and looked at the light curtain separating the entrance and the periphery of the ruins.

Liu Shan smiled and said, "then I'll start writing Changwu."

Changwu is one of the oldest poetry collections of the human race, the book of songs. It was written by ancient people. Finally, it was compiled and revised by Kong Sheng into poetry, which has become one of the Confucian classics.

This poem is an expedition poem, also known as Zhuang Xing poem. It is the only handed down Zhuang Xing poem, which directly enhances the strength of the human race. Some scholars will practice it repeatedly. Once they reach the three realms, it is enough to make the body of ordinary soldiers equivalent to demon soldiers. It is one of the fundamental forces that the human race can fight with demon barbarians.

The only drawback of this poem is that the level is too low. If you don't practice repeatedly to increase the realm, the power of the great Confucianism is not much different from that of the Jinshi, so you can only increase the scope.

Many great scholars or scholars are studying Zhuang Xing poetry. Unfortunately, only a few people can make Zhuang Xing poetry with high literary position, and it can not be handed down.

Therefore, the handed down Zhuang Xing poetry has always been a short board of the human race.

"He Mingming, Wang Mingqing, great master nanzhong, Emperor's father..."

Liu Shana holds a great Confucian pen and writes quickly. His poetry is composed of three realms and the soul of emptiness is present.

The pages of the poem burned quickly, then turned into a piece of brilliance and went deep into the bodies of seven people.

"Click, click..."

Fang Yun heard the sound of the rapid growth of bones in his body. Then he found that his body was full of strength. His body increased by two inches in a short time, and his muscles puffed up, straining the Hanlin suit.

"Changwu" can not only make the Terran strong, but also enhance the Terran's reaction ability and other aspects. Therefore, even the great Confucianism needs to accept Zhuang Xing before fighting.

Fang Yun felt dizzy and realized that he had little contact with Sanjing Zhuang Xing poetry, so his body was difficult to adapt for a time, so he put his hand into his clothes and took out the marching pill jointly developed by farmers, doctors and strategists from the drinking River shell. It is said that it is refined from the flesh and blood of leopard demons and shark demons with abundant life. Eating one can ensure that he will not be hungry for ten days.

Fang Yun ate one and found that he was still hungry. He continued to eat. Finally, he ate five before he stopped. In order to avoid physical accidents, he directly took out a piece of Longgong blood ginseng and put it in his mouth.

The other six scholars have received hundreds of Zhuang Xing poetry enhancements, and their bodies have been familiar with this power, which is not as big as Fang Yun's response.

Even Pingchao snorted and looked at him with disdain. Qiu Meng and Tan Hemu shook their heads gently. They all saw that Fang Yun had too little practical experience and could not bear even the three realms of Zhuang Xing poetry immediately. Going deep into the ruins of Longcheng was bound to suffer.

Ye Fangge said, "Yunfang, I don't think you have much experience. Zhaochen agrees to come. I'm afraid it's just for you to see the world and apply your ancient knowledge. After this layer of light curtain, there will be many war images outside the ruins. If we don't pay attention at that time, we can't protect you. I don't suggest you enter."

Even Pingchao interrupted: "so the sky will fall on this man. He must work hard first. If he can't overcome the small difficulties around the ruins, he doesn't deserve to be called a scholar. It's just to shrink in the rear city and be a peaceful imperial forest."

Fang Yun said calmly, "thank you for your attention, Mr. Fangge. As for whether you are worthy of being called a scholar, Mr. Pingchao doesn't count. The method of children's exciting generals is useless to me. If you like to chatter, I'll be all ears at another time, but this is the ruins of dragon city. We're going to the five dragon hall, which is not suitable for a long talk."

Lian Pingchao glared at other humanitarians: "you see, this son is just a scholar, so he is so arrogant. He has no respect for my elders and predecessors. How can he rest assured when he enters the ruins of Longcheng with these people?"

"Well, both of you should say less. After all, Mr. Pingchao has rich experience and makes a lot of sense. Yun Fang is young and vigorous, and it doesn't hurt much. Hemu, your Hanlin zenghu poetry has been practiced to the second level. It's up to you."

Tan Hemu nodded gently and wrote the Hanlin additional protection poem "Yikai" in Erjing.

The poetry of increasing protection war is different from the poetry of protection war. Protection is only used by one person, while increasing protection is used by a wide range of people. The power of the poetry of increasing protection war is relatively weak, but it is no small matter if it causes a blockbuster.

Additional protection and protection can overlap.

There is only one Zhuang Xing poem handed down from generation to generation, "Chang Wu", and it is better to add protection poems. The three literary positions of scholar, Ju Ren and Hanlin have been handed down from generation to generation, but there is no handed down protection poem with a higher literary position.

After Tan Hemu's poem was completed, there was a layer of transparent light armor on the surface of everyone's body. It was only as thick as four or five pieces of paper, but it had stronger protection ability than ordinary steel. Ordinary demon Hou had to attack it with all his strength at least twice to defeat it.

For college students, strong army poems and exciting poems are of little use. These two poems are enough.

"You call out some war poetry soldiers first, and then enter the light curtain."

The seven men used war poems to call out strong war poetry generals. Only Fang Yun's soldiers were less than five white, and the number of war poetry generals of the rest was more than two thousand.

With a wave of yunzhaochen's big hand, seven people entered the light curtain under the protection of Zhan Shibing.

Fang Yun felt that the light curtain didn't exist, so he easily went through it.

Seven people reached the periphery of the ruins.

Fang Yun looked carefully. The blood fog in the sky was thicker here, and the visible distance fell to 15 Li.

Fang Yun compared it with the entrance. The good thing is that there is no dust here. It seems to be protected by the power of the five dragon hall. There are weapons or items that are not seriously damaged everywhere.

The bad thing is that ten stone statues as high as five floors rushed over.

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