The third senior brother and He Luan were fighting fiercely, and the second senior sister and Hayato were also fighting fiercely.
A Grandmaster is a Grandmaster, and the strength of a first-grade expert cannot be compared to that of a second-grade expert.
The second senior sister who was at the peak of the second level was defeated in less than fifty rounds.
Although Priest Qinglian and Senior Sister arrived in time for reinforcements, they were still not sure of victory against the monster Hayato.
"The mountain chief knows things well. He must have anticipated the situation here. He cannot be completely unprepared."
After a series of battles and trials, Priest Qinglian now knew that the strength of the three of them alone could only hold Hayato back for a while, but they could never repel the opponent.
Since the mountain chief sent the first disciple of the academy, the second disciple must have expected the arrival of this Japanese master when he came to Ningzhou.
Then the mountain chief must have a backup plan, and he will never let the academy disciples be bullied...
That's the head of the mountain.
In the words of the mountain leader himself, only academy people can bully others, and there is no reason for outsiders to bully academy disciples.
"The mountain chief didn't explain anything."
Senior sister Xiao Ning shook her head and said.
"Perhaps the mountain chief has his own arrangements."
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Qinglian Taoist Master Wu Quanyi was choked, and he really felt lonely.
That’s all.
He believed that the mountain commander would not fight an unprepared battle, and must have been fully prepared.
Then they can just let nature take its course and fight. As long as they don't relax in the fight to the death, they will still have a chance.
"Come on, I'll take the lead."
Taoist Priest Qinglian was the senior one, so it was natural for him to step forward and take the lead in the battle.
The Green Lotus Sword comes from the sky, and the Green Lotus Sword never makes sense.
"One sword frost-freezes fourteen states!"
Zhao Xun saw his mentor's sword and admired it sincerely.
"Junior brother, your verses are so easy to come by."
When Sixth Senior Brother heard Zhao Xun reciting poems, he felt envious.
After all, it is Wenquxing who descends to earth, but it is different.
Zhao Xun is indeed unique in terms of literary talent and poetic talent.
"Sixth Senior Brother, you've received the award."
Zhao Xun felt happy in his heart, but on his face he said modestly: "This is all by chance, by chance."
At this moment, the tenth senior brother, who had always been naive, suddenly slapped his head and said, "Ah, why did I forget this?"
"Tenth Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
Zhao Xun looked confused.
"Junior brother, you are now at the sixth level, right?"
"Yes, Senior Brother Ten, you should know about the level you have just been promoted to."
"The secret trick of the sixth grade of Confucianism is to create a protective shield. In this space, no one can harm the practitioner who created the protective shield. This means that it can ensure that my life will not be in danger for a period of time."
"Not only that."
The tenth senior brother shook his head and said: "I heard that sixth-grade practitioners can also use poetry to summon top powerhouses."
"Um?"
When Zhao Xun heard this, he immediately became interested.
The advantages of this Confucian grade are really great.
It was true that the third senior brother almost let him miss such a unique skill by half-talking.
"I dare to ask Brother Ten, how to operate it specifically?"
In this regard, Zhao Xun is completely a newbie, with a pair of big watery eyes staring at Senior Brother Ten, blingbling.
"For example, if you recite a poem, while reciting the poem, you should silently recite the teachings of the mountain leader in your heart - great righteousness, invincible in the world."
The tenth senior brother swallowed and said: "In this way, the strong man in the poem will appear. Depending on the strength and power of the practitioner, the duration of the summoned strong man will also be different."
Good guy…
Zhao Xun instantly felt that he was powerful.
"I came to think of some poems..."
Since the poem is recited to summon the strong, the poem recited is very important.
"Fei Guang Fei Guang, please give me a glass of wine.
I don’t know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick.
Only the cold moon and warm sun can fry people's life.
If you eat bears, you will be fat; if you eat frogs, you will be thin.
Where is the Lord of Gods? Is Taiyi safe?
There is a Ruomu tree in the east of the sky, with a dragon holding a candle underneath.
I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh so that it cannot return to the court and cannot lie down at night."
Zhao Xun thought for a long time and thought of this poem by Li He.
In terms of poetic talent, there are only a handful of people in the Tang Dynasty who are better than Li He, and in terms of madness, there are even fewer people who can compare with Li He.
Maybe only Li Bai can surpass him.
But Li Bai's poems are inappropriate to use in this situation. Li Bai's poems are heroic, but too elegant.
Except for the poem "Xia Ke Xing", Zhao Xun could not think of a murderous poem.
But the knights in Xia Ke Xing are more like those in the world of low martial arts, which may not be enough in this world of fairy knights with high martial arts.
As for Li He's poem, it is not only domineering and murderous, but also full of fairy spirit.
"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its meat so that it cannot return to the court and cannot lie down at night..."
The Sixth Senior Brother recited it silently, he was so obsessed with it.
"My junior brother is truly a genius. He is actually able to compose such a poem."
Facing the praise from the Sixth Senior Brother, Zhao Xun didn't blush and his heart didn't beat.
Well, it's not that Mr. Zhao Xiaolang is thick-skinned, but he is silently reciting the command of the mountain chief in his heart - great righteousness, invincible in the world.
This is the momentum that an academy disciple should have, and it fits the artistic conception of this poem very well.
Perfect, really perfect.
Zhao Xun was very proud, this stroke of genius was truly amazing.
After Zhao Xun finished reciting the poem, a huge giant appeared in the sky.
This giant is three stories tall, and the tendons and flesh on his body are almost spilling out.
Damn it, it turned out that the person who bullied Long Er was such a giant, no wonder he could chop off dragon feet and chew dragon meat.
The mystery of poetry is that when you read a poem, you don't know the images in the poem or the details of the characters.
People have unlimited imagination, but they will be surprised when this image is actually transformed.
"There should be no giants in this world, right?"
"There seem to be some southern barbarians and northern barbarians, but none of them are so tall. Giants are only twice the size of ordinary people."
Sixth Senior Brother explained: "And even this kind of giant is rare."
Tsk tsk tsk.
Zhao Xun clicked his tongue and praised.
Not ordinary, really extraordinary.
With this giant, is he still worried about not being able to win?
This giant can even chew a dragon alive, so why is he afraid of a Hayato?
"Go and destroy him!"
Zhao Xun pointed in the direction of Hayato and said sharply.
The giant seemed to understand Zhao Xun's words, turned around and walked quickly towards Hayato.
The giant and Hayato are almost the same height, and there is no disadvantage in stature.
The giant beast transformed by Hayato was furious, took the initiative to attack, and punched the giant.
The giant caught the punch lightly and twisted it.
Zhao Xun heard the clicking sound of broken bones.
Hiss, it's so scary, it's really so scary.
The giant twisted around and broke seven or eight bones of the giant beast transformed by Hayato.
Hayato let out a wail of agony.
"Yes, just like that, defeat him."
Zhao Xun was very excited.
If they had known this trick earlier, they wouldn't have had to fight so hard.