Mo Yan Wushang's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and he frowned slightly as he looked at Zhuo Wen, who was walking slowly towards him. This man's face was extremely unfamiliar, and he was by no means a genius in the imperial capital.
Huangfu Wuji is considered to be an extremely outstanding one among the geniuses in the imperial capital, and he is even one of the top ten monsters on the Qinghuang Ranking. His literary skills, martial arts, poetry, and songs are all top choices. Such a genius cannot successfully consecrate the morning bells and evening drums. In front of him,
Is this unknown young man confident?
Thinking of this, Mo Yan Wushang shook his head slightly, opened his lips and said: "This young master! Even Huangfu Wuji couldn't successfully consecrate the morning bell and evening drum. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to succeed. After all, the rebound power of the morning bell and evening drum is not that simple.
, it’s best to act within your capabilities.”
Standing in front of the big drum, Zhuo Wen tilted his head, stared at Mo Yan Wushang, and said calmly: "Isn't Miss Wushang too sure? Huangfu Wuji couldn't successfully consecrate the light, but it doesn't mean that I can't do it either. After all, it doesn't all depend on strength, right?
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Hearing this, Mo Yan Wushang was startled for a moment. His beautiful eyes looked up and down at the strange-looking young man in front of him. Although this young man looked quite ordinary, the confident temperament he exuded was actually unique.
Appeal.
Somehow, Mo Yanwushang nodded slightly, staggered his steps, and slowly retreated to the edge of the stage. His beautiful eyes looked at Zhuo Wen curiously, and she wanted to see where the confidence of the young man in front of her came from.
"This son really doesn't give up until he reaches the Yellow River! The result is already obvious. His Royal Highness the Second Prince not only beat the morning bell and evening drum ten times, but also almost succeeded in consecrating the morning bell and evening drum. Such a record can hardly be broken by anyone present.
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"I'm afraid this kid is scared! After all, he is defeated, but he has to bow down and kowtow three times to destroy his cultivation. Such serious consequences are not something ordinary people can accept. Even I will not admit defeat so willingly."
"That's right. The dying struggle is also good. The aura on this son's body is much weaker than that of His Highness the Second Prince. It is already very good to be able to beat him seven times, let alone ten times."
Everyone around them shook their heads and sighed, staring at Zhuo Wen in the center of the stage, in front of the big drum, with disdain and sarcasm in their eyes.
Huangfu Wuji's performance just now was so amazing. It was so amazing that everyone thought it was impossible for anyone to surpass Huangfu Wuji's record, and they didn't even want to think about it.
Huangfu Wuji crossed his arms and stared at Zhuo Wen at leisure, with a sneer on his lips. He didn't believe that the arrogant boy in front of him could really beat him ten times.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen stood quietly, his bright eyes staring straight at the drum in front of him, with a look of solemnity on his face.
Steady as Mount Tai and as moving as thunder, Zhuo Wen bowed his waist and stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet. Terrifying power spread all over his body and converged on his right fist. Golden fist light surged out, hitting the drum head like a broken bamboo.
Boom, boom, boom!
Three crisp drum sounds sounded, the ring-shaped sound waves spread, and three rebound forces spurted out, acting on Zhuo Wen's body.
Golden light spreads all over the body, Zhuo Wen is like a golden Buddha statue. After running "Great Sun Nirvana", his body becomes as hard as iron stone and as hard as jade. Three rebound forces come with a bang, but Zhuo Wen remains motionless, like an old tree.
Packing roots.
"It's not bad. It was able to block three rebound forces at the same time." Huangfu Wuji raised his eyebrows and said to himself in surprise.
Originally, in his opinion, Zhuo Wen, a nobody, should be vulnerable, but now it seems that he has misjudged his vision, but three times does not mean anything.
The sound of the three drums gradually subsided. Zhuo Wen did not move slowly. He suddenly stepped aside with the sole of his foot. With the help of his elbow, the back of his fist suddenly hit the big drum head, and a terrifying breath flowed out.
Boom, boom, boom!
Three more drums resounded, distant and mighty, but Zhuo Wen seemed to have taken root on the ground, but remained unmoving, as steady as a rock.
After six strokes, Zhuo Wen reached it easily, and judging from the look on his face, he seemed quite relaxed, so he probably didn't try his best.
Seeing such a scene, many people around became commotion. It seemed that this unknown young man with green coffin was not simple. He was stunned for six times, but he actually seemed to be able to cope with it easily.
Huangfu Wuji's eyes narrowed, but he was still not too worried. It was only six times, and the gap with him was still very large. In view of Zhuo Wen's current performance, he concluded that this boy should only be able to last until about the eighth time.
When Huangfu Wuji thought this way, Zhuo Wen moved again, and the golden fist light shot out like the scorching sun, hitting the drum head heavily again.
Boom!
Two crisp drum sounds spread out, turning into ring-shaped air waves that filled the air layer by layer around the morning bell and evening drum. The rebound force of the seventh and eighth drums was like a mountain of tai, crushing Zhuo Wen's body violently.
above.
Boom!
Zhuo Wen only felt that his whole body tightened, his knees bent, and he was almost crushed to the ground by these two terrifying rebound forces. Fortunately, Zhuo Wen was prepared and used the Nirvana of the Sun to the extreme to block the crushing force of these two rebound forces.
pressure.
"On the eighth time, this guy actually rang eight times."
"I really didn't expect that such an unknown young man could ring the eighth bell. Wouldn't such a record be equal to Lu Yitao, the number one genius in Muqin County?"
When Zhuo Wen struck the eighth bell, everyone around him had a look of astonishment on his face. It seemed that they all underestimated Zhuo Wen. He could sound the morning bell and evening drum eight times. He could be regarded as a genius with great talent.
In Lanyue Pavilion, Wen Aoxue frowned slightly. When Zhuo Wen struck the eighth blow, she was a little surprised. You must know that she only sounded the ninth blow. This young man who she had never paid attention to actually also
After eight beats, there was only one difference between her and her.
"Eight strokes should be this kid's limit. It's impossible for him to hit the ninth stroke." Wen Aoxue's eyes flashed and he whispered softly.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen was not in a hurry to beat the drum for the ninth time, but stood quietly in front of the drum with his eyelids drooped, as if waiting for something.
The eyes of everyone around were focused on Zhuo Wen, and they wanted to see if this unknown young man could beat the ninth blow.
Boom!
Finally, Zhuo Wen took action, and punched the drum head fiercely. The drum sounded, and the terrifying pressure was like a mountain of ten thousand feet, crushing down, all covering Zhuo Wen's body surface, causing Zhuo Wen's complexion to change slightly.
"Great Sun Nirvana: Passion!"
With a loud shout, Zhuo Wen's body's golden light surged to the extreme. The golden light soared into the sky, poking a huge crack in the void. In the crack, a huge shadow of a thousand feet came rolling forward on boundless golden flames.
With a stroke of his big hand like a small mountain, he directly carried this terrifying pressure in front of Zhuo Wen.
Ouch!
The golden giant roared loudly, and under this pressure, it exploded into countless golden lights. However, after it exploded into golden lights, the terrifying pressure was offset by the golden giant.
Poof!
Zhuo Wen took three steps back, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face became gloomy. The ninth stroke of the morning bell and evening drum no longer produced rebound force, but instead produced this terrifying pressure.
This pressure was much more terrifying than the combined force of the previous eight rebounds. Even if Zhuo Wen used the Nirvana of the Great Sun, he could only barely block this terrifying pressure, and he even suffered minor internal injuries.
"No wonder Wen Aoxue could only stop at the ninth blow. It turns out that the last two blows produced pressure, and this pressure was actually so terrifying. The pressure of the ninth blow was already so terrifying, so the pressure of the ninth blow was already so terrifying.
Ten blows will only make it more terrifying."
His eyes flickered, and a look of fear appeared on Zhuo Wen's face. The morning bells and evening drums were indeed terrifying!
"The ninth time, this person can beat the ninth time! Who is this person? He can actually beat the ninth time."
When the ninth drum sounded, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became silent, and immediately everyone's eyes focused on Zhuo Wen in disbelief.
Before Zhuo Wen, the only ones who could beat more than nine times were Wen Aoxue and Huangfu Wuji. Among them, Wen Aoxue beat nine times and Huangfu Wuji beat ten times.
But now there is one more person, and that is the ordinary young man in front of him.
Creak!
Wen Aoxue squeezed her pink fist, and her cold face lost color for the first time. Staring at Zhuo Wen on the stage, her beautiful eyes were filled with shock. She originally thought that Huangfu was the only one who could beat him nine times.
Wuji was just with her, but now Zhuo Wen actually beat her nine times, tying the record with her.
Huangfu Wuji's expression finally darkened. Even he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen, whom he had never paid much attention to, could beat the drum nine times. It was really beyond his expectation.
"It seems that I have indeed underestimated this boy! No wonder Lu Hantian cares about this boy so much. It turns out that this boy is the number one genius in Muqin County, and his strength is much stronger than that of Lu Yitao."
"But that's it for now!"
Having said this, Huangfu Wuji showed a smile. He could see Zhuo Wen's reluctant look when he blocked the ninth pressure. He was afraid that this boy had reached his limit.
So what if I beat him nine times? This boy is still a loser, and the fate of losers is not so good.
Thinking of Zhuo Wen kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to him three times, Huangfu Wuji's lips curled up slightly. Wasn't this guy very arrogant before? Soon he would know that there would be no good consequences for offending him.
"Zhuo Wen! You have been defeated. Now it is time to fulfill your bet. Come here and bow down three times to abolish your cultivation."
Huangfu Wuji walked towards Zhuo Wen slowly, with a haughty smile on his lips, and his eyes were condescending, as if he were looking down at an ant, disdainful and arrogant.
"Who among you has seen me defeated? I haven't beaten you for the tenth time yet? Why are you so eager to do it like a resentful woman?" Zhuo Wen turned his head and sneered coldly.
"What did you say?" Huangfu Wuji said coldly, "Are you planning to take the tenth blow? Hey, I still advise you to act according to your ability. If you are not strong enough, you will risk your life if you try to take the tenth blow.
It fell."
"If it's not secure, don't worry!"
With a faint response, Zhuo Wen turned around, took a deep breath, and punched again...