It's a long story, but in fact, in just a moment, the crowd in the main hall of Qionglin Garden was excited. The scholars withstood the overwhelming pressure, thinking they were fighting against the thieves, but in fact they were helping Huang Shang bear the pressure of Wenquxing.
Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui outside the hall also felt the thunder in their ears, and an invisible force of courage and diligence surged over them.
Wu Yazi's body was like a breeze, and he appeared in front of Huang Shang in an instant. He used the Beiming Divine Skill and struck out with both palms.
Beiming's magic technique emphasizes immersion in vast oceans. It focuses on accumulating and absorbing other people's skills. In fact, it means hundreds of rivers returning to the sea. It is not necessary, but a shortcut.
In the hands of an extremely powerful person like Wu Yazi, he doesn't even bother to absorb other people's skills. With his usual savings alone, he is invincible and the enemy is unstoppable!
However, this time, Huang Shang clasped his hands behind his back, without even raising his little finger, but a force was already rushing toward him like a stormy wave crashing on the shore.
Wu Yazi made a circle with his palms and flicked his fingers with nine consecutive moves, hitting the surging power.
Tianshan Liuyang Palm!
Yangchun and white snow! Yangguan Santie! Yangge Tianjun...
To be fair, Wu Yazi's martial arts attainments, not to mention Huang Shang, Xu Feng Wuque and others who just started martial arts are far behind him.
But at this moment, no matter how exquisite the moves were, what was bombarded was only the swelling and distorted Wen Qi outside Huang Shang's body.
Not only was this unable to harm Huang Shang, it was also like a sledgehammer, hitting Wen Qi again and again, eliminating its last resistance.
Therefore, Huang Shang slowly walked towards Wuyazi step by step, with a look of relief on his brows.
Yes, this is the strength, hammer a few more times!
Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!
"Boy, that's too much!"
Outsiders have no idea that Wen Quxing's concentration is so strong that in their eyes, Wu Yazi claps his hands in the air and cannot harm the leader of Sanyuan in the slightest.
This scene obviously stimulated Li Qiushui. The ghost flashed forward and came towards him, shooting out his palms like white rainbows piercing the sun.
White rainbow palm power!
And then again...
Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!
You are fighting Wenquxing, what does it have to do with me, Huang Shang?
Not only does it not matter, the illusory palm keeps pinching the god, and the Wenquxing, which was originally only a rough human form, becomes more and more stable under the influence of internal and external forces.
This proves that the idea of combining internal and external is correct.
Maybe it's not the most efficient, but given Huang Shang's current conditions, it would be good to succeed, but I don't expect it to be perfect.
But Wu Yazi and Li Qiu Shui were already going crazy. They used their whole life skills and launched attacks one after another. The strong wind was blowing. The golden bricks and stones of the Qionglin Garden Hall were directly shattered, proving that it was not a fake attack at all, but they could not shake the opponent.
Every cent.
When the flying stone fragments came back, Li Qiushui's face turned pale, blood bleeded from the corners of his mouth, and a look of despair appeared in his eyes.
This is simply unmatchable!
Today, they are going to die here!
Wu Yazi looked at her, with love and guilt in his eyes: "Qiu Shui, I failed you."
Li Qiushui's emotions immediately turned to this side, he shook his head gently, stretched out a hand, and touched the side of Wu Yazi's face: "Senior brother, don't worry, everyone else and I are just acting out of luck, I am the only one who loves you.
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Huang Shang was busy gathering Wenquxing, and his ears stood up involuntarily.
It seems like I heard something terrible!
Although everyone knows the plot, it is not as exciting as telling it to a real person...
But is it really okay for you to wear the hat of forgiveness like no one else is watching?
Sure enough, at the next moment, a short figure suddenly appeared, using the Tianshan Plum-Breaking Hand, to attack Huang Shang's back.
"Tianshan Tongchui, you're well on your way!"
Compared to Wu Yazi's Beiming Divine Skill and Li Qiu Shui's Bai Hong Palm, which were unstoppable, Tianshan Child Elder learned a lesson and made her attack more subtle.
Forty! Forty! Forty!
For Huang Shang, if this small hammer falls on Wenquxing, the tempering effect will be better.
"Come together!"
Seeing the jealous Tianshan Child Lao attack, Wu Yazi and Li Qiu Shui turned into two white shadows and surrounded Huang Shang.
After changing their tactics, the three Xiaoyao elders performed peerless light kung fu, and their bodies became blurred, leaving behind afterimages as they moved rapidly.
Not to mention that the imperial guards were dazzled, Huang Shang couldn't catch up with their speed with his naked eyes alone.
If you really want to compete purely in martial arts, you are guaranteed to be completely beaten.
But he didn't need to see it clearly, just let the three elders of Xiaoyao display their exquisite skills, exhaust all the changes of moves, and hammer around him desperately.
"Wenquxing!"
"Wenquxing descends to earth!"
In the main hall on the other side, an unknown person shouted, and the sounds came one after another.
The educated Jinshi were also feudal and superstitious.
This scene is really too shocking. The gangsters who had been unstoppable during the siege by the Forbidden Army could not get close to the new No. 1 scholar and the leader of the Three Yuan Dynasty.
If Huang Shang made a move, it would be a martial arts fight, which would be insulting to the gentlemen. But he put his hands behind his back and calmly watched the thieves tossing around. With such magnanimity and contrast, what else could it be if it wasn't the protection of divine power?
"Huang Qing is really a literary star in this world!"
Even the prince Zhao Shu was no longer as submissive as usual and couldn't help but speak.
"Your Highness!"
Fan Zhen was shocked when he heard this and wanted to remind the prince not to say this nonsense.
As for Wenquxing, it has been said among the people that a person who becomes a Jinshi can be called Wenquxing.
Considering that there were 400 Jinshi in the Song Dynasty in three years, this Wenquxing was too worthless.
Of course, that's what the common people say. When they arrive in the scholarly community, Wenquxing can't talk nonsense. They all have to be peerless talents.
Su Shi, for example, is known as a literary and musical talent.
But that is talent, and the current three-member leader is not only talented, but also powerful.
Resist thieves and protect the emperor’s divine power!
But if this matter is finalized, it will be difficult to handle.
At least not from the mouth of Prince Zhao Shu.
The emperor holds the Constitution in his mouth and can grant gods titles. As the crown prince of the country, the prince also has great power and cannot be easily promised.
Although Fan Zhen doesn't believe in the existence of national luck and dragon energy, the truth is the same.
Whether it was by chance or because of the help of national destiny, when the prince said these words, Huang Shang's body trembled, and the literary spirit on the outside of his body finally remained in a fixed form.
It was a human figure that still looked vague. It seemed to be wearing a scholar's uniform, with long sleeves and fluttering sleeves. It was holding a pen in its right hand. The facial features were not clear, but a supreme majesty was revealed.
Huang Shang raised his hand, and the illusory Wen Quxing outside him also made a consistent movement. The pen in his hand lit up with a brilliance that could not be seen by mortals, and he wrote two words.
Thunder! God!
The thunder was so powerful that it shocked hundreds of miles!
The three elders of Xiaoyao were instantly blown away!
There is no God in the world!
I will create a god today!
Wenquxingcheng!
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at the same time.
Xu Yue, Xu Feng, Wuque and Nightingale, who were finally about to arrive outside Qionglin Garden, suddenly staggered and almost fell forward.
But there was a rumble in his ears, as if there was rolling thunder, and it was like a series of thunderbolts exploding, directly hitting the soul.
"That's Huang Shang's move!"
Wu Que exclaimed in surprise.
The thunder shakes in the sky and its momentum is strong. This is indeed the Dazhuang hexagram.
But what made him feel unbelievable was, what kind of power was this?
Now they are still several kilometers away from the battlefield in Qionglin Garden!
How can such a long distance make the body feel numb?
"Three elders, Xiaoyao, hold on!"
Xu Yue was so anxious that her mouth blistered and she rushed out.
But before she could arrive, the star patterns of all the reincarnators shook at the same time.
Four people checked: "The three elders of Xiaoyao were captured alive, the main plot changed, and luck backfired. We only have half a year left to stay!"
Wu Que's face was ashen: "After half a year, there is no time to contract with Huang Shang. Is there any way to change the plot back and extend the stay?"
Xu Yue slowly shook her head: "Yes, but it's not something we can afford with one star rating!"
Wuque felt that his whole body had suddenly lost strength, and he slowly slid down against the wall: "My Huang Shang, my Huang Shang..."
at the same time.
On a hillside outside Kaifeng Mansion, a dusty butcher was holding a big sword and looking towards the city.
It was clearly broad daylight, but an illusory star seemed to rise before our eyes, dazzling with brilliance!
It took him more than a month to return from the border.
This time, I no longer wanted to go fast, but instead gathered momentum and strength.
He wants to defeat that man and regain his freedom.
But just now, the star patterns vibrated, and Butcher felt the power of Wenqu Star, causing the threads of faith in his body to instantly become ten times thicker.
He was silent, as if he were intact, and slowly sat down.
The three-meter-tall body, sitting cross-legged on the hillside, is unexpectedly cute.
The butcher raised his head unyieldingly, but a suspicious crystal finally slipped off the edge of his helmet.
I rushed back after traveling thousands of miles, I felt so tired and needed comfort.