Saint of the Confucian way

Qiu Meng sighed softly and said, "you literary friends of the Yasheng aristocratic family, if only you had known Fang Xusheng earlier. If you knew Fang Xusheng's status was so high, how could I make such a stupid choice. It's only 1400 kilograms of dragon grain rice."

Meng Jingye smiled and said, "you're not unlucky yet. If you know how many people in Shengyuan mainland have been bitten by him... Cough, if you know how many short-sighted people are looking for their own death, you'll understand that you're actually very lucky. As for the six of you, Fang Xusheng's personal edict is here. You can move into Shengyuan mainland at any time as long as you change the string. Goodbye!"

After that, the people of the three Asian holy families entered the dungeon one after another.

The rest of the blood mountain ancient scholars stayed where they were and afterthought Meng Jingye's words before.

Wei Huangan, in particular, was stunned for a while and said with a bitter smile: "my bachelor has always been proud of being invited by the holy Academy. Who knows, Fang Xusheng casually gave you a piece of paper and a word, and you will have the opportunity to move to Shengyuan continent."

Tan Hemu sighed and said, "although our ancestors fled to Xuemang and hated Shengyuan for generations, if we can choose, I think most scholars are still willing to return to Shengyuan, even if it is difficult to be promoted to the literary position. Six, you have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but you should seize it. If you have a good and empty saint, your status will be extraordinary."

The six held the edict of the holy page and bowed their heads in meditation.

Wei Huangan said, "let's go and go to the town crime prison together."

People went down the stairs one after another and disappeared at the entrance one by one.

With a flash of brilliance, Fang Yun only felt torn by his great strength, appeared in the air, and then stood on the ground with his strong reaction ability.

In front of us is a dark red world.

Fang Yun looked around warily and knew that the blood fog in the dungeon would be thicker, but who knew that the visibility was only 200 feet!

Two hundred feet, which means that even the swords of ordinary Han Lin can arrive in one breath after reaching the maximum speed, which means that the demon king can directly launch a magic attack. It also means that if the demon king consumes the power of the holy phase into speed, he can arrive in two breath. If he runs with all his strength normally, he can arrive in ten breath.

"Two hundred feet, it's too unfair for the Terran..."

Fang Yun continued to observe that there were a row of cages on the left and right sides except for the blood fog. The cages were similar to the human prison. They were all composed of metal railings. The difference was that the iron railings were engraved with dragon characters to form a powerful force to prevent the prisoners from escaping.

These cages exist independently. Only a few cages can be seen within 200 feet. Each cage is 50 feet long and nearly 50 feet high, firmly poured on the ground.

Fang Yun stepped on the ground, looked carefully and scolded the dragon family for their luxury.

The ground of the dungeon is actually poured with dragon blood rock. Dragon blood rock is a collection of extremely strong top stones, crushed and put into special sacred metal, and then injected with real dragon blood. In addition, some dragon holy blood must be dropped to refine dragon blood rocks.

The city tower at the main gate of Liangjie mountain is made of Longxue rock, which stretches for 500 feet. It was found by the saints from the ruins of Longcheng for many years.

The dungeon is made of dragon blood rock for tens or even hundreds of miles. If it is placed on Liangjie mountain, it will be enough to cover the main wall. Unless the saints attack the city, the wall will never be damaged.

Fang Yun immediately took out the inkstone turtle, dipped the ink filled with ink women with a bachelor's Wenbao Zhengqi pen, and wrote the whole war poem "night attack", incarnating as a general wearing armor who attacked the enemy camp at night, riding a war poem army horse.

"Night attack" was originally just a war poem for the whole people. Even if it reached the second boundary, it was only equivalent to the war poem of scholars. It has become a short board for Fang Yun, and can not be compared with the war poem of the University.

Fang Yun rode the Zhanshi army horse to the nearest cage.

The cage was square and upright, with one foot between each railing. Through the gap of the railing, Fang Yun saw an air dried body inside.

Fang Yun looked carefully and recognized that it was an ancient shark king. He couldn't do well. If it weren't for the protection of the cage, he would have been blown away.

Fang Yun tried to reach into the gap between the railings, but he encountered an invisible film and couldn't enter.

Looking at the cages and blood mist in front of him, Fang Yun outlined the general scene of the whole floor. There should be hundreds of rows of cages. Each row of cages is more than 200 feet apart, while the same row of cages is about 50 feet apart.

Then, Fang Yun looked a little moved, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"After entering the dungeon, there are different positions. If someone is moved to a cage, he can only admit bad luck."

Fang Yun was thinking. Suddenly he heard a slight vibration on the side. He looked carefully, shook the reins, turned and ran.

"It's Fang Yun!"

"There can't be dragon eating vines here!"

"Xiong Tu said that even if he had dragon talismans, he could only avoid prison guards here and could not order them. Let alone Fang Yun!"

"Catch him!"

"You can't let him run away!"

"Avenge my brother!"

Impressively, there are four bear demon kings, all of whom are subordinates of bear butcher of angry axe tribe.

At the moment when the four headed demon king saw Fang Yun, he was frightened by the reputation of biting dragon rattan. He first retreated, but soon reacted and tried his best to catch up.

Fang Yun secretly said that if he met a bear demon king, he didn't need to retreat. Instead, he could fight to try the gap. Maybe he could win. But if he met two bear demon kings, he could only avoid their edge and stay away. Now there are four bear demon kings, and running away is the only choice.

"Ha ha, this fool, he has no bachelor, no war poetry, dragon and horse, and the speed is too slow!"

"You can catch up with him at most thirty seconds!"

The four demon kings ran at a very fast speed, and the distance between the two sides was being quickly narrowed.

Fang Yun's worry finally happened.

Fang Yun took out the holy page and held the great scholar's Zhengqi pen. He was ready to use the power of the holy page to turn emptiness into reality to form a poem to stop the enemy and the four demon kings. But in a moment, Fang Yun put away the holy page and wrote quickly with the Zhengqi pen.

The desert is like snow,

The Yanshan moon is like a hook.

What a golden brain,

Let's go and step on Qingqiu.

In the process of writing, Fang Yun's eyes were hazy. He seemed to see a scholar standing at the foot of Yanshan mountain, looking at the curved moon like a silver hook. The moonlight made the desert white like snow. The scholar wondered when he could ride a war horse and use a saddle made of gold to gallop on the battlefield in autumn?

Now! Now?

The original Baoguang emerged.

The first Baoguang appeared.

The legendary light emerged.

Ink female inkstone, tortoise, Wenbao pen and other layers of light are superimposed, which increases the strength of the whole poem several times.

Handed down Hanlin gallop poetry!

At Fang Yun's side, a war horse wearing a Golden Saddle immediately appeared. The new black war horse is much taller and stronger than the war horse formed in the night attack. With the golden saddle, it is majestic and powerful.

The war horse had a crescent moon mark on its forehead.

Fang Yun clearly sensed that the real speed of these black golden armored war horses was much faster than that of ordinary Imperial War Poetry horses. They were only a little inferior to the war poetry dragon horses of the grand master. They could be called pseudo Grand Master war poetry.

"It's the power of the moon emperor!"

Fang Yun was delighted. Unexpectedly, this poem could the power of the moon emperor and the moon god stone

Fang Yun immediately jumped on a new war horse, and then found that there was a large desert behind the war horse!

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