Saint of the Confucian way

Most people who look at the light curtain no longer stare at the specific questions, because there are too many questions, and Fang Yun answers the questions too quickly. Only those who are above the Jinshi or Jinshi can stare at many people's test papers all the time to ensure that they can see clearly.

After Fang Yun finished answering question 161 on the right, there was a sound of cold breath everywhere in the ten countries.

No one spoke to comment, and those who could not see did not need to understand, while those who saw did not have any language to describe the scene.

Even the university students were surprised by Fang Yun's two interest answer. This question is very simple in the eyes of the university students, but they can at least think about five interest. If Fang Yun is like this, they must at least become a great Confucian.

The highest literary figures everywhere were lost in thought.

Qingguo, Xun family.

"Xun is in danger."

Jia Guo, Lei Jia.

"If you can't resolve your grievances with Fang Yun after climbing the Dragon stage, I'll go to the door and apologize to Fang Yun!" the voice of the Lei family owner echoed over the Lei family.

Lei Jiu's eyes were like electricity. In front of him, an ancient sword with white blood was grinding, and the object of grinding the sword was the Dragon horn of a big demon Wang Jiaolong, which was a foot high.

"Wen is not as good as you. When I reach the Dragon stage, I will cut the world with my sword!"

Wu state, Meng county.

In the old house of Mengsheng aristocratic family, a sick Jinshi sat on the chair in the courtyard, squinted, his eyes were dim, and looked weakly at the front.

"I lost half a step in the holy ruins and saw it on the Dragon stage. Cough, cough..." the young Jinshi put his hand over his mouth and looked down. He saw that the pure black blood spread like a living creature in the palm of his hand and slowly penetrated into his skin.

In the sanctuary.

Four light curtains were set up, and a large number of people from the holy courtyard looked around.

A burly Jinshi with a beard suddenly got up, and his eyes showed a king of Wen's gossip light the day after tomorrow, which quickly disappeared. He turned to leave and said as he walked, "the overall situation has been decided. Fang Yun, I'm waiting for you on the Dragon platform. I want to see if you are a holy former Jinshi or my double star position is stronger!"

People in the nearby holy courtyard were puzzled. Fang Yun was clearly just a saint. How could Ji Shouyu, a genius of the King Wen family, say that Fang Yun was a saint?

In the wasteland.

Two hundred miles outside the city of valmou, three thousand people's soldiers are fighting fiercely with five thousand barbarian troops. The most striking thing in the battlefield is not the majestic tiger barbarian, nor the fox barbarian with cunning light in his eyes, but a young man in the three thousand people's army.

The young man was sitting in a Wuhou car, holding the scroll in his left hand and the book of war in his right hand. His mouth skin turned over without making a sound, but he commanded the whole team like arms and fingers.

The magic sound of military language, which is at least the unique military book of Hanlin, appears here.

The young man was wearing a white Jinshi robe with a big word "Ren" embroidered on his chest and a word "Bing" embroidered on his back.

"Ah..." sun Renbing yawned and smiled at the war ahead.

"The training is over, retreat!"

The five thousand barbarian army not only did not catch up, but accelerated to escape like Amnesty.

The wild demon mountain startles the city peak.

A reverse scholar in a bloody Jinshi robe scooped a little white monkey brain with a white jade spoon, closed his eyes and chewed slowly, while the bloody monkey demon stood his head on the dinner table and trembled gently, even if he was dying.

"The old man of the Terran has sealed the wasteland demon mountain, but he can't climb the Dragon platform. I've gone against the seed, and it's hard to enter the literary position. I've become a great scholar of the reverse seed. I'll use your head for luck."

In the extreme north of Shengyuan continent, in the ice crack Lake in the snow man holy land, it is frozen from the lake surface to the bottom of Baizhang lake.

A white haired bear was very handsome. He was waving his arms in the ice ten feet below. The ice layer harder than stone was like paper paste in front of him.

After a long time, the bear with the head of the bear was very handsome. He stopped and gasped gently.

"As long as a drop of real dragon holy blood, I can be reborn!"

Young talents in demon world, Shihan ancient land, Liangjie mountain, zhenguhai and many other places began to prepare for climbing the Dragon platform.

Time goes by

When Fang Yun finished answering 600 questions, someone suddenly shouted, "no! You see, there are withered and yellow pages behind everyone, but Fang Yun hasn't had one so far!"

The crowd immediately observed carefully. The yellow paper page represents the test paper that was answered incorrectly or abandoned. A piece of yellow paper is suspended behind Yan Yukong, but there is no one behind Fang Yun.

A Qingguo man prayed in a low voice: "I hope they don't see, don't see..."

Before the man finished praying, Xun Li stopped writing and looked at the situation in the Dabi literary world. He immediately found that there was no yellow paper behind Fang Yun.

Xun Li was shocked and looked carefully at the silver paper in front of Fang Yun. It was more than 600 pages!

"Asshole!" a flash of panic flashed in Xun Li's eyes. He thought that this time, he first provoked Fang Yun's anger and let Fang Yun talk in public, and then pressed Fang Yun to let Jing Guo rush into the eighth failure, so that Fang Yun's name was daxun in front of billions of people. He must have the courage to shock.

However, Fang Yun is so strong that he is not wrong! One question is not abandoned!

Xun Li looked behind the others in Jingguo. The yellow pages were only a little more than the students in Qingguo and Jiaguo, which meant that the final number of students in Jingguo would not be much less than that in Qingguo and Jiaguo.

Xun Li's hand shook slightly, and a bad idea appeared in his heart.

"I forced Fang Yun to talk nonsense in front of billions of people. Would he be treating me in the same way? If Qing was defeated by Jing, my literary name would be destroyed. Can I keep my courage? Yes! I can!"

Xun Li finished in his heart and continued to answer the questions. However, whether he was thinking or writing, he was a little slower than before.

There were fewer and fewer papers on Fang Yun's desk, but there were more and more correct papers emitting silver light in front, and there was no yellow paper behind him.

Kong Deyu worked hard from the beginning. After answering 500 questions, he looked at Fang Yun and found that there were at least 1400 silver papers in front of Fang Yun. Then he lost all his fighting spirit and took a long breath.

"Forget it, don't argue with Fang Yun! I can only hope that cousin will teach this bastard a lesson on the Dragon platform and let him know what is the Confucius Jinshi in the holy yard!" Kong Deyu had no choice but to lower his head and continue to answer the question.

I don't know how long later, Qiao juze suddenly coughed and said, "Fang Yun is still less than 100 questions to answer!"

All the students present looked at Fang Yun. What Qiao juze said was true. There were few test papers left on Fang Yun's desk.

Fang Yun was still empty behind him, and the silver light in front of him flickered.

Many Shangshe scholars in Qingguo and Jiaguo, especially Xun Li and Lei shisan, are second to none in both Qingguo and Jiaguo, but at this moment they find themselves so powerless in front of Fang Yun.

Xunli compared the silver pages of Jingguo and Qingguo. His heart estimated that his body trembled suddenly.

If the estimation is correct, Jingguo will be at least three chips more than Qingguo in the end!

"Impossible! I'll re estimate!" Xun Li once again estimated the victory or defeat of the two countries according to the number of silver pages, but this time the result was Qingguo's final victory.

"Our country will never lose!" Xun Li was secretly happy and continued to answer the question.

A faint white fog appeared out of thin air in Xun Li's literary palace, surrounding Xun Li's literary courage.