"Second Sage, this kid is thirty-three days, the so-called Ling Tian Dragon Emperor!"

Under the academy, there are already people who have spoken out.

It's none other than Zihuan.

The Martial God was born, and as a pioneer, he first went to check the traces of the Martial God.

As a result, in the middle of the lake island, the Martial God descended, and he had no chance to interact with the Martial God at all.

Of course he knew Ye Lingtian.

At that time, he didn't have the courage to make a move with Ye Lingtian.

Now in his base camp, he wants to show off his martial arts once.

But it only made him more confident.

Ling Tian Dragon Emperor?

What is the Dragon Emperor?

At first glance, he is a ruthless person, how dare he call himself a literati?

Three consecutive questions came out of the main hall.

It was an extremely warm voice, and there was a powerful overbearing meaning in its voice.

In the academy, all the Confucian students immediately bowed their heads and turned around to express their respect.

Yan Jun beside Ye Lingtian was also the same, and he immediately stayed away from Ye Lingtian.

Clench your fists and bow your head.

The light is shining, and countless silk flakes are converging.

That's the power of Changming's literary spirit.

Above the main hall of the academy, after countless silk wool gathered, a tall figure had appeared.

White clothes and white hair are the shadow of the most holy.

At that time, Ye Lingtian smiled and looked at him.

Rumble!

Without saying a word, above the Holy Body's shell, a stream of air had already shot out.

There is righteousness between heaven and earth, the breath of culture, and ghosts and gods are avoided.

Ye Lingtian reached out and grabbed it in full view of everyone.

The aura entered his fingers.

The text carries the Tao, and its so-called power can destroy all violent forces.

Let the laws of the world run according to the understanding of the academy.

The Holy Power could make Ye Lingtian instantly turn into nothingness.

That's what people want.

It turned out to be upside down.

The literary qi entered between Ye Lingtian's palms and disappeared.

"There are two hits!"

The Most Holy was in doubt.

Text-to-text, moisturizing things silently, is a gentleman's friendship, as light as water.

With literature against martial arts, heaven and earth collapsed.

The momentum is different.

Ye Lingtian seems to be a literati.

"Ye Lingtian, Master Ben sees that you are quite talented, and I am willing to accept you as my first disciple. ”

After the master sighed, he seemed to have a heart for the material.

Under the academy, everyone's eyes showed extreme shock.

In the deep hall, the atmosphere is solemn.

Yasheng did not appear, but his solemn breath did not change, and everyone could feel it.

In the air, beside Ye Lingtian, Yan Jun's eyes were shocked.

It is certainly shocking for the Holy of Holies to say such things.

And Ye Lingtian naturally has a shocking capital.

The previous righteousness, in the academy, Yan Jun is good, Yasheng is good.

It can be resisted, but it will definitely not be as easy as Ye Lingtian.

"The text carries the Tao, for the sake of the saint to continue the mastery, your qualifications, the continuation of the mastery, but you can't do it, how can you be qualified, let me be a disciple?"

Ye Lingtian smiled.

Look for death!

It's no wonder that this master is here!

The Holy One snorted coldly and furiously.

It broke out suddenly.

Endless literary atmosphere fell from the sky.

It is chanted at will, and the poems are rampant.

In his palm, he randomly fingered and a large brush appeared.

The big pen swayed the mountains and rivers, pointing to the stars.

In the literary atmosphere, there are countless living beings, which seem to have the power of killing.

In an instant, those killing forces turned into the qi of countless swordsmen.

is extremely domineering, and the power of the article can also destroy the city and the country.

Around Ye Lingtian's body, the eight heavenly veins rose to the sky.

Surrounded by the seven heavenly veins, all the heavenly veins are in it.

The powerful power of absorption has been born in the heavenly veins.

Endless, boundless.

Originally, in addition to the Holy Combat Power, the academy culture was extremely stable.

Immediately messy up.

The literary atmosphere broke out and ran towards the sky.

It is the direction in which the Heavenly Vein of the Origin is located.

The veins of all.

It can absorb all the power of thirty-three days.

However, in the realm of Buddha and Demons, in the realm of Chen Qiu's mortals, it is obviously advanced.

The creatures in the realm of Buddha and demons are the thirty-three creatures of Buddha and Demon, and they are mixed with Chen Qiuhua's bloodline.

In the Heavenly Vein of Everything, when you can absorb the breath of the Buddha and Demon Realm.

It can already absorb the existence in the realm of the gods, outside the land of burial.

What the?

The Holy of Holies was utterly shocked.

He painted all the mountains and rivers.

As a scribe, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the six skills of a gentleman are indispensable.

This is also the more choices that have evolved from the cultivation after the opening of Wenzong.

The mountains and rivers took shape, crushing the void, and at the same time suppressing towards Ye Lingtian.

Brush!

Ling Tian Divine Sword, sword intent is full of intent.

It will be easy to break mountains and rivers.

The remnants of the sword qi are still heading towards the master.

The Master was shocked.

With a wave of his hand, a dragon appeared under his feet.

The dragon carried him and suddenly rose into the air.

Dodge the sword qi, dodge is dodge.

But when it fell into the eyes of many scholars, he had become extremely embarrassed, and it could not be described in a few words.

This......

In the academy, the building seems to be crumbling.

Thousands of Confucian scholars are also shocking, no one imagined that Ye Lingtian could be so powerful.

But after waiting for a moment, their attention was no longer able to stay on Ye Lingtian's body.

The colossus of the seventy-two sages gradually became obscure and was about to collapse.

The heavenly veins of all are extracted from the endless atmosphere of the entire academy.

The great array of the academy was constantly destroyed.

The sage totem cannot be maintained without a strong literary spirit.

When the literary qi was exhausted to a certain extent, the image of the sage immediately became dilapidated.

If it fails again, it will collapse.

Everyone saw that when the statue kept collapsing, Ye Lingtian in the air became more powerful.

Ten thousand rays of light, the master and son like the giant god of the desolation are holy, in front of Ye Lingtian, it looks so dim.

"What's going on?"

The Most Holy is even more shocked in the air.

He was frightened and useless.

By the time the dragons on his body had disappeared, the image of the sage had cracked.

"I have something to say, my academy is willing to serve the Dragon Emperor as the academy in charge!"

The most holy in the air could no longer be suppressed, and his voice became extremely weak.

These statues of sages, as totems of gods, have too important status among Confucian scholars.

They can't see it, there's no change.

To put it bluntly, if the statue does not exist, then this academy has lost the meaning of existence.

The cracking sound stopped abruptly.

Seventy-two statues, still standing, although cracked, may not collapse.

And the whole academy has a faint tone, and the light is much dimmer.

The literati, including the Most Holy Ones, looked at Ye Lingtian with completely different eyes.

Or, when they fled the Realm of the Gods, they were so embarrassed.

Ye Lingtian was motionless in the air, extremely powerful.

His current state is at least the fifth order of the primordial realm.

The entire Wenzong, the literary atmosphere brought from the Divine Domain, is indeed a bit impressive.

At least let him combine civil and military forces and make a great breakthrough, there is no problem.

"Please take the lead!".

The power of destruction has stopped, and the eight heavenly veins in the air are still shining.

The Master spoke.