When Fang Han heard this, he didn't mean to be angry at all, but looked at him with a smile.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and continued: "You can't be stupid, right?

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head from behind.

"Who is beating me-" Zhou Yi turned his head angrily, but what he saw was his senior uncle Wei Jun. I saw Wei Jun glaring at him with anger on his face, gritting his teeth, which made him feel a chill in his heart.

He hurriedly explained: "Uncle Shi, I just said that it was smooth, don't be angry! I don't know that you hit me!"

Everyone else was confused by this magical scene, why did Wei Jun suddenly give Zhou Yi a slap? Could it be that Wei Jun was controlled by Fang Han? This idea had just arisen, and it was immediately extinguished by everyone. How is this possible? Wei Jun just showed the magic trick, he is almost the same to control others!

Wei Jun said coldly to Zhou Yi: "I wrote that poem!"

"Huh?" Zhou Yi suddenly realized, he wanted to suck himself with a big mouth!

"Uncle Shi, I didn't know you wrote it! I thought it was written by Fang Han!" he was still sitting in the final remedy.

"Poof!" Ximen Jing couldn't help laughing, it turned out to be like this. No wonder Fang Hanhui suddenly recited a poem! It turned out that this poem was written by Wei Jun.

Wait, she was suddenly stunned, what Wei Jun wrote, how could Fang Han know?

Not only Ximen Jing thought of this question, but also Ximen Hao and his wife, the two of them glanced at each other, and both saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

Ximen Liang also looked at Fang Han in puzzlement, he had a bad premonition, squinted his eyes and asked Fang Han: "How do you know about the poems written by the Lord of Weimen?"

"Shut up!" Wei Jun finished scolding Zhou Yi, and was also reminded by Ximen Liang, and immediately looked at Fang Han, waiting for his reply.

Zhou Yi also forgot about the pain, "That's right, how did you know about the poems written by my uncle? Did you steal them from my uncle's study?"

"Heh!" Fang Han chuckled, "I saw it on a wall, there is not only this poem on it, but there are other poems, all of them are bullshit, you can see my spicy eyes! I don't want to remember, but there is no way, I have a good memory, I will remember it after reading it once." ”

"What wall?" Zhou Yi asked puzzled.

Wei Jun was a little surprised, "Are you talking about the stone wall of the Chiba Mountain University Campus?"

Everyone immediately looked at Wei Jun, not understanding what he was talking about.

Wei Jun saw that everyone was curious, so he said simply: "Fifty years ago, our monastic sect in East China held a gathering in Qianye Mountain, and at the party, Xiao Zhan, the head of Qianye Mountain, suddenly became interested, and said that each head of the sect should leave a poem on the stone wall to commemorate this gathering, so that it can be passed on to future generations, which can be regarded as a good story." ”

Zhou Yi said with some envy: "It's great to have such a thing." This reminds me of the ninth year of Yonghe, when I was in Guichou, and at the beginning of twilight spring, I would be in the Orchid Pavilion of Huiji Shanyin——"

"Come on!" Fang Han couldn't listen anymore, and immediately interrupted, "The preface of the Lanting Collection is a preface made for various writers, although those poems have been lost, but they are also a hundred times stronger than those broken poems that don't make sense. If you don't have that literary talent, don't learn other people's anecdotes, you are really shameless!"

Wei Jun was reprimanded by Fang Han, and his face turned red. He also knew that his poems were not good, but this matter had always been something he was proud of, and he had not made any achievements in the cultivation world, but learning from the sages and ancients was also a memory of his life, but he was so unbearable by Fang Han that his anger was about to break through the heavenly spirit cover!

"You wild cultivator, you are so sharp-toothed! I want to see how good your hands are!"

As he spoke, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and everything around him floated. Fallen seats, broken teacups, broken floors, and cement blocks falling from the walls.

At a glance, it seems that the whole room is controlled by Wei Jun!

"This-" Ximen Hao's family were stunned, they didn't expect to see such a scene at all. It was Ximen Hao's quick reaction that pushed his wife and daughter into a room, and then he blocked the door.

Ximen was quiet behind his father, and the worried Fang Han shouted: "Fang Han, be careful!"

"Be careful, this is not something that can be dealt with carefully!" Zhou Yi said proudly: "This is my Xuanming Sect's secret technique-object control technique!"

When Ximen Liang heard this, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, this spell is so powerful, can't it be invincible in the world? It seems that he must step up his penetration of the Xuanming Sect, everything in the secular world is a floating cloud, and the hatred of the Dongfang family is also not worth mentioning, only cultivation is the only one in this world.

Wei Jun had a sinister smile on his face, he just wanted to kill Fang Han now. A little wild cultivator dared to laugh at him, he was simply looking for death. However, he obviously forgot that if Fang Han was really an ordinary wild cultivator, how could he know the verses on the stone wall of the Chiba Mountain Campus?

Seeing that everything that was floating up continued to gain momentum, Fang Han smiled contemptuously. The object control technique was originally a small spell, and the Xuanming Sect actually called it a secret technique, which shows how rubbish this sect is.

Even if Fang Han stood still and let these things smash, he wouldn't be hurt at all, and these things couldn't even penetrate his mana barrier.

But Wei Jun has been accumulating for a little too long, it has been several seconds, and there is no sign of finishing. Fang Han was a little impatient, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, two streams of mana were shot out by him. The mana condensed into two huge blades in the air and slashed past Wei Jun's sides.

The connection between Wei Jun and those floating objects was like a silk thread that had been cut off by a mana blade!

"Whoa—"

The objects on either side of him, one after the other, fell from the air to the ground.

As soon as Fang Han's hand turned, the mana blade circled around Wei Jun before disappearing. The items in front of him and behind him were not spared, falling one after the other.

First the big pieces, then the small pieces, crackled and fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at the things on the ground in amazement, their minds were blank, why did Fang Han break Wei Jun's spell with just a wave of his hand? Isn't this the secret technique of the Xuanming Sect?

Wei Jun was also stunned, he looked up at Fang Han, "Who are you?"

Hearing Wei Jun's question, everyone looked up at Fang Han and waited for Fang Han's return.

Fang Han said playfully: "Don't you already know who I am?"

Wei Jun's face was a little ugly, "You can't be a casual cultivator, a casual cultivator won't have the strength of you!"

"Hehe-" Fang Leng laughed, "It's because you haven't met a loose cultivator like me!"

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