Although An Xiu's magical power of "Tongshan Iron Wall" was defeated by the harp player, it was only that the sound of the piano entered the Tongshan Iron Wall, not that the Tongshan Iron Wall was broken by the sound.
It is still indestructible and unbreakable. It is a powerful weapon for defending the city and can be as stable as an east mountain.
Therefore, Anxiu is also called Anru Mountain.
"ah--"
Uncle Xunbei was so angry that he didn't expect that his most proud magical power of "Chasing Souls and Capturing Souls" was still blocked by the "Copper Mountain Iron Wall". He had also heard about An Xiu's "Copper Mountain Iron Wall" magical power, which he heard was the best in the world.
When he used his magical power to defend himself, he couldn't help but sneer and dismiss it.
That was the "soul chasing soul" who hadn't met me yet.
Besides, Anxiu is just a literary figure.
But who would have thought that even if An Xiu hadn't personally used the "Copper Mountain Iron Wall", he, as the majestic Seventy-two Ghost Uncles of Youdu, would still be unable to break through...
This made him feel extremely humiliated when he was furious.
At this time, the soul-chasing chain shot out from his body and crazily crawled towards Tongshan, but still could not get out of the iron wall like liquid silver.
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him.
"Brother Feng, is this Mr. Rushan's magical power of copper mountain and iron wall?"
Du Wang walked up to Feng Qingyan and said, "It is worthy of being said to be the best defensive magical power in the world. Even Xunbei Bo can't do anything about it."
Feng Qingyan nodded and said: "This requires your help, otherwise it would not be able to stop it."
"I have admired Mr. Rushan's name for a long time, but it's a pity that I can't meet him."
Du Wang sighed somewhat.
Although An Xiu is only a literary minister, his reputation and strength are not inferior to those of the Confucian scholars. He is a powerful star in the world.
Feng Qingyan can only be a popular celebrity with little traffic.
"Brother Feng, I wonder how long this copper mountain and iron wall can last?" Some scholars were quite worried, so they walked up to ask, followed by several young people.
"As long as you are here and continuously input literary energy, the Tongshan Iron Wall will always exist." Feng Qingyan smiled and said, "So you don't have to worry, Uncle Xunbei can't break it yet."
After hearing this, everyone relaxed and no longer had the panic before.
"Brother Feng, is this Mr. Rushan's 'Copper Mountain Iron Wall' magical power?" Another person asked curiously, "I heard that the Copper Mountain Iron Wall is indestructible and unbreakable, and it is the world's number one defensive magical power..."
At this time, everyone started chatting on the east slope instead, which made Uncle Xunbei outside furious.
"Uncle Xunbei, aren't you very powerful? Aren't you the seventy-second uncle of Youdu? Come in, come and beat me." A young man shouted at Uncle Xunbei, and even put one side of his face up against him. He deserved a beating.
Like, "I'm going to hit you, can you hit me?"
"Haha, you can't hit it, can you?"
"Are you angry? Are you angry? Then come and hit me..."
Others were stunned when they saw it, and couldn't believe their eyes. This, this was too much to beat. Then, the people around the young man immediately turned around and left, as if they didn't recognize him.
In any case, Uncle Xunbei is a Great Confucian being after all.
"Ahhhh——"
Uncle Xunbei looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes like copper bells spurting out blazing anger. Then he stopped, stared at the young man coldly, and said, "I remember you."
"So what if you remember?"
The young man felt panicked when he was stared at by Uncle Xunbei, but he said harshly.
"How? Haha——"
Uncle Xunbei looked up to the sky and laughed, then stared at the young man suddenly and said: "I will punish your nine tribes, not even a dog will be spared, just wait for you. From now on, you should start to be afraid, I am not the only one who wants to kill you."
If you don’t keep them, I will pull out the souls of your loved ones bit by bit, making you live in fear all the time..."
"You, you dare!"
At this time the young man's face turned pale.
The copper mountain and iron wall of Feng Qingyan can block the patrolling Bei Bo for a while, but they cannot stop the patrolling Bei Bo for a lifetime.
"Haha, I don't dare?" Uncle Xunbei said disdainfully, pointing to the iron wall of Tongshan Mountain: "If it weren't for this broken iron wall of Tongshan Mountain, there would already be no one in Wugong City."
"Li Bao, do you think you can survive three days?"
Although Feng Qingyan also felt that the young man deserved a beating, he was one of his own after all. How could he frighten Uncle Xunbei by looking at him?
"Ha ha--"
Uncle Xunbei laughed wildly and said, "Even your teacher An Xiu would not dare to say such a thing."
"I said you can't live for three days, then you can't live for three days." Feng Qingyan stood on the hillside, without the slightest fear on his face, he just looked at Xunbei coldly, as if he were looking at a dead person.
"I want to see how long your copper mountain and iron wall can hold up."
Xunbei Bo said coldly.
"I'm sorry, I have ten Tongshan Iron Wall seals. Each one can last at least one night." Feng Qingyan took out ten small seals, but they were all fake. He secretly had them carved in the afternoon.
.
Uncle Xunbei was a little stunned and blurted out: "How is this possible? This is fake, fake..."
"If you say it's false, it's true."
Feng Qingyan shrugged and put away the seal.
"This can't be true. Even An Xiu can't carve ten magical seals." Uncle Xunbei sneered, but he was a little unsure in his heart.
If there are really ten coins, doesn't it mean that I can't do anything to him in ten days?
"It's almost Yinshi, Uncle Xunbei, why don't you go home and sleep?" Feng Qingyan asked with a smile behind his hands, as if he was taking a walk, "Everyone, it will be dawn in more than an hour, so let's take a rest."
"Indeed, I am also tired."
"Haha, rest, rest..."
"Uncle Xunbei is guarding the door for us, so you can sleep peacefully..."
At this time, the scholars on the east slope were really looking for places to sit down and rest, or lie down.
"You are seeking death!"
When Uncle Xunbei saw that everyone was ignoring him, he became furious again, and billowing black mist rose into the sky.
"Three days!"
Feng Qingyan looked at Xunbei Bodao coldly, then turned around and left, returning to a bamboo house.
At this time, Du Wang caught up with him, feeling very worried.
If Uncle Xunbei does not die, it will be a disaster for Wugong City and the end of scholars like them, so Uncle Xunbei must die.
However, only in this way can we kill Uncle Xunbei and not let Youdu pursue him?
"Brother Feng, do you really have a way to kill Uncle Xunbei within three days?" Du Wang walked into the bamboo building and whispered, "If Uncle Xunbei doesn't die in three days, I'm afraid..."
"I know."
Feng Qingyan nodded, frowning in thought, and said, "Three days is a bit short, but it's not impossible."
"Brother Feng really has a way?"
Du Wang was overjoyed and couldn't believe it, so he quickly asked: "What should we do?"
"If Heaven wants it to die, it will make it crazy." Feng Qingyan said with a smile, "I still need Brother Du and others to gather the scholars in Shu..."
Du Wang nodded and said, "Brother Feng, don't worry."
When Du Wang left, Zi Yaqin came in curiously and asked, "Do you really have a way to kill Uncle Xunbei within three days?"
"I have this idea."
Feng Qingyan's brows furrowed tightly.
"idea?"
Ziyaqin was stunned and said: "In other words, it's just an idea?"
"If you have an idea, you will find a solution." Feng Qingyan said, "Don't worry, even if you can't kill Uncle Xunbei within three days, you still have to strip away the identity of the Seventy-second Uncle of Youdu..."