Asked out in one sentence, the audience was silent.

Including the high platform, the girl in the palace dress who was worried about Ouyang Rong was also stunned.

Like Madam Song, Yi Qianqiu and others, I wonder if I had read it wrong.

Isn’t this fake tripod sword of [Wanshi] belonging to Wei Shaoqi and others? It is used as a treasure and a trump card, and is even used to fight against [Emperor Wen] and the Great Buddha of Donglin.

Is this...betrayal to the enemy at the time of battle?

Can this still be done?

As for the nonsense of scholars picking up the [Woman Scholars], of course no one believes it, but some people suddenly remember that Ouyang Lianghan seems to be a real poor family. If a poor family has a noble son, he can afford the word "Woman Scholar".

Wei Shaoqi looked at Ouyang Rong, his face full of incredible expressions:

"You are a strong person of [Woman], it's not right. You are not the first ninth grade. How can you make it recognize its master? You are still so close..."

When the middle-aged scholar who had been studying the bronze scroll for a long time said this, his words paused, and some words were stuck and he couldn't continue to speak. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the bronze scroll.

I saw that the bronze scroll was closed and held by Ouyang Rong's right hand, and a sky blue halo kept slipping out from the gaps of the closed scroll, like a naughty child.

The upside-down sky-blue sword shadow also changed greatly. In the past, every time it summoned it, it was just a routine killing. It was not emotional, but now it was like a child who went out for fun, spinning around Ouyang Rong's body, and still wandering around the wine pot around his waist, as if he wanted to drink.

No one expected that this phantom symbolizing the arrival of [the poor soldier] would have such a childish side.

He can still be so lively and enthusiastic, entangled with his master.

Comparing people with others makes people angry. At this moment, this truth is clearly expressed in front of Wei Shaoqi, Wu Daozi and everyone.

Ouyang Rong did not open the bronze scroll. In front of everyone, he gently threw the bronze scroll with his palm, weighed the weight of sword energy, and said indifferently:

"It's OK, this scroll has been restored well."

Hearing this, except for Wu Daozi, the recasting agent of this Peach Blossom Land, who faintly noticed something, everyone else was confused and suspicious.

Wu Daozi frowned: "You are very familiar with this fake tripod sword?"

Can you not be familiar with the ex?

Ouyang Rong did not answer, and took another sip of wine, squinted his eyes slightly, and smashed the smell of wine in his mouth.

The young man in Confucian shirt bowed his head and skillfully poured the wine pot. His fingers dyed some wine, and his wet fingers bounced forward, and some wine spilled in the air.

The sky-blue sword shadow swished like a shadow, as if chasing the wine.

Just like a deer playing by the water in the mountains, she is lively and lively.

But the wine dripping through the sword shadow, the sky blue sword shadow seemed to return a little lonely, and then rotated around the young man in the Confucian shirt hanging on the wine gourd.

Like a captive bird in love with the old forest, like a fish in the pond and thinking about the old abyss.

Everyone looked at each other.

At this time, the ground next to him shook, and a roar came from the white dragon. It turned out that the Donglin Buddha smashed it into the ground again and knocked out a deep pit.

Two giant objects with a hundred feet of magnificent body, one is a bronze body, and the other is a rock body. It seems that there is no pain, and no one can let anyone else fist and "meat".

Just like a fight between gods and immortals, either dust rushes into the sky or the earth shakes.

For a moment, it once again attracted everyone's attention on the field.

The Bai Jiao, who was smashed into the deep pit, was quiet for a while, as if he was dying. The Donglin Buddha took a step forward, reached into the pit, and was about to grab it. A white shadow suddenly rushed out of the deep pit, and shook his tail and rushed straight to the face of the head of the Golden Buddha of the Donglin Buddha. The next moment, it was firmly grasped by a big hand of the Donglin Buddha. The white dragon's eyes turned red and took the opportunity to wrap around the Donglin Buddha's arm and upper body.

The white dragon was like a noose, wrapped around the Donglin Buddha and tightly tied the latter's neck.

Unfortunately, the Donglin Buddha does not seem to need to breathe, and such a throat lock seems to be ineffective for it.

The white dragon immediately opened its bloody mouth and bit the golden Buddha's head.

The Donglin Buddha supported Bai Jiao's mouth with both hands, as if he had mobilized all his strength. The body of the huge stone creaked, and dark golden Kuixing Talisman appeared and faintly appeared on his body.

The Buddha seemed to tear the white dragon in half.

The two of them marred each other and fell into a deadlock.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the movement of the Buddha beside him, put down the wine pot, and suddenly asked:

"All the moves have been completed? Is there anything else I missed?"

When Wei Shaoqi and others heard this, their scalp became numb in an instant.

Someone reacted and looked up at the arc hanging high in the main cave.

As a master of Confucianism, the young man in the Confucian shirt has not yet fallen behind.

But Wei Shaoqi and others have already lost their troops and generals, and they have suffered huge losses... Not only was the Bai Jiao dragged him by the Donglin Buddha; the fake tripod sword of [Wan Soldier] also defected to the young man in Confucian clothes for no reason.

Originally, this bronze scroll was an important backhand for the candle in the snow, Wei Shaoqi and others to resist the return of [Machinery]... but now there is no such guarantee.

The young man in Confucian shirt hung a wine pot with his waist, with eighteen seeds strung with the palm of his left hand, and holding a bronze scroll in his right hand, with a polite attitude, looking around the people who were gradually being in a hurry, nodding, nodding:

"It's gone, then I'm going to go."

After saying that, the young man in the Confucian shirt was about to have a seal with a shadow on his left hand. The Kuixing Talisman among the eighteen seeds skyrocketed, and a large amount of dark golden light flowed out from it, surrounding his whole body, as if he was wearing a golden Confucian uniform.

On the bronze scroll in the right hand, there are also several old Kuixing Talismans faintly appearing. They look a little long and don’t know when they are planted. They are hidden in the bronze painted pole. At this moment, the blue light on the Kuixing Talisman is blooming.

Everyone thought it was the [arc] sword hanging above their heads and was about to fall down, and they were frightened.

Who would have thought that the [Machinery Works] above was still motionless, hanging in the air a little arrogantly.

Below, the young man in Confucian shirt smiled and took a step forward.

In fact, what Wu Daozi said before was right. His Dantian spiritual energy was indeed only seventh grade, which was far from enough to use these Confucianism. He had issued an amnesty order before, and it was all based on this "stolen" Buddhist formation, which was a real way to achieve a huge impact.

If you continue to use it, the great Buddha formation will always be exhausted.

At this moment, in addition to the eighteen seeds of the fake tripod sword in his hand, he also added a bronze scroll.

Another large formation of tripod swords.

Two large formations in hand.

This time, the young man in Confucian clothes was still walking alone, walking.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Ouyang Rong had already appeared in front of Xue Zhongzhu.

Before the snow-white long sword was unsheathed, a big sleeve brushed across the blonde's heart.

The sky-blue sword energy poured out like a rolling out of the Yangtze River.

The candle in the snow persisted for seven breaths.

The proud snow-white sword energy was exhausted.

It is a sword cultivator who asks about swords, and a young man in Confucian clothes returns the person's body with his own way.

The candle in the snow was exhausted and her tall body flew backwards.

A mouthful of blood mist blocked the two of them, and also covered her expression.

Ouyang Rong smiled and grabbed a "wailing" snow-white sword.

Second, I will know frost.

Ouyang Rong threw it into the bronze scroll, which seemed to be able to store things.

In full view of everyone, he took another step.

This time he appeared in front of Wu Daozi.

He was walking in the garden and passed by the squinting old man.

This time, everyone did not see how the two of them took action.

I saw the figures of the two disappear for a moment, and the ten feet of space around them seemed to have turned into an ink painting.

Both of them became paper people, walking around ink paintings.

The ink painting man, who represents Ouyang Rong, walked to Wu Daozi's ink painting man and tore the latter in half.

It's like tearing a piece of paper.

The ink-washed picture disappeared.

The dreamy ink and wash fade away, and everything returns to reality.

It was located in the same place, Ouyang Rong walked out of the ink painting like a walk, and passed by the squinting little old man.

Wu Daozi stayed in place, but split into two, from the middle of his forehead.

But everyone was shocked to see that after the little old man was torn apart, there seemed to be no flesh and blood splattering.

Wu Daozi was like a thin piece of paper.

Although it was torn apart, it still had a vivid expression, indicating that he was still alive.

The old man, split in two, turned his head blankly and looked at the back of the young man in Confucian clothes.

The surprised people around him suddenly realized that Wu Daozi's body turned out to be a piece of paper, or a figure painting.

It's not a real person coming.

In amazement, Ouyang Rong had already arrived at Wei Shaoqi.
To be continued...