The two demi-saints sighed here at this time, and Zhuang Yichen had already made a decision at this time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThere was only a quarter of an hour left before the land of Shura was closed, and Zhuang Yichen's figure suddenly shot out like lightning, and he had already blessed himself with three consecutive protective battle poems between the swings of his pen.

"What does he want to do?" At this time, Zhu Sheng and Sun Sheng both felt extremely surprised. Previously, Zhuang Yichen killed the two demon clan jinshi, and they all relied on the Seven Demon Sword Formation to kill them in a circle.

Now in the face of the three demon clan jinshi, it is absolutely impossible to set up a formation to kill them in a hurry.

And Zhuang Yichen didn't seem to want to have a good time fighting. Because there is only a quarter of an hour left, it is not much fun to fight.

"Peng!" A cloud of cyan smoke appeared in all directions, and in an instant, the three demon warriors were enveloped in the middle.

"Roar!" The faces of the three demon warriors all swelled, and the green tendons were exposed, looking extremely hideous.

"This, this is highly poisonous!" Sun Sheng's complexion began to change, and even his tone fluctuated a little.

"I didn't expect that he had also mastered the poison technique, which is also an extremely rare classic in the medical hall to practice!" Zhu Sheng also looked shocked.

Zhuang Yichen really has a lot of hole cards and secrets, but even if they are prepared in their hearts, they definitely didn't expect that he actually mastered the poison technique.

There were still ten breaths left, and everyone outside the land of Shura began the countdown, and the people of Wenju really felt admiration for Zhuang Yichen in their hearts.

After Zhuang Yichen crushed the poison pill and spilled it, his figure immediately flashed backwards and escaped. Although the three demon warriors tried their best to get rid of it, they were gradually corroded by the poison and fell down with a bang.

"Boom!" Almost at the same time, the time for the land of Shura to close was up, and a magnificent and powerful force teleported Zhuang Yichen out.

At the same time, the golden curtain outside the land of Shura also flickered, and Zhuang Yichen's name was raised again.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted, and when they saw the ranking of Zhuang Yichen's name, they immediately felt that they were hallucinating and dazzled.

"No. 1 in history!"

"No, am I dreaming?

"Oh my God, there are actually people who beat the Eastern Holy Lord and the Baiya Saint in the historical ranking of the Shura Land!"

And although the Confucians are quite calm in their self-respecting faces, they are in turmoil in their hearts, and they feel that the world is going crazy.

Zhuang Yichen's figure appeared in front of everyone, his expression was calm, his clothes were neat, and he didn't even see much dust.

It looks like it's like you're going somewhere to go and come back from a tour, rather than fighting hard all the time.

"At the age of less than twenty, he has become the number one in the history of the Wenju people in the land of Shura!" At this time, in the battle hall, Sun Sheng and Zhu Sheng also took a deep breath, and their faces showed a look of horror.

As a legendary-level demi-saint like them, they naturally knew how great the weight and potential of Zhuang Yichen was in the first place, and this was already worthy of cultivation by the Holy Academy at all costs.

In a secluded place deep in the Holy Courtyard, the East Holy Lord stands on the cliff with a majestic bearing, standing side by side.

"I didn't expect you to be right, this son broke my record ranking!" the Eastern Holy Lord shook his head with a dumb smile, with a look of joy in his eyes.

As the Holy Lord of the Human Race, it was naturally gratifying to be able to see such a peerless genius appear in the Human Race. In contrast, the little things that are lost to are not painful.

"Hehe, there will be something that will surprise you and me in the future!" he laughed, and his figure gradually disappeared.

The figure of the Eastern Holy Lord did not move, and he looked up into the sky, where three rounds of incomparably scorching sun were hanging high, exuding a thousand rays of light.

"I don't know when the fourth round of holy days will rise, and how long will my human race endure!" the Eastern Holy Lord sighed lightly, his eyes lonely.

These three rounds of holy days are where the luck of the human race lies, and in the ancient texts, the fourth round of holy days of the human race can be expected to reproduce the heyday of the two true saints of civil and military.

Zhuang Yichen walked back to the seat where Yan Guo was located in a congratulatory voice. Generalissimo Li and Bai Wenru looked at him with eyes full of appreciation and relief.

"The student is fortunate not to be dishonored!" Zhuang Yichen saluted the two. Generalissimo Li and Bai Wenru got up and saluted him. After Zhuang Yichen got up, Generalissimo Li and Bai Wenru straightened their clothes with solemn expressions and bowed deeply to Zhuang Yichen.

Zhuang Yichen was shocked, and hurriedly wanted to dodge it, how dare he accept the two highly respected Wen Ru gifts.

But at this time, a gentle force imprisoned him, and Generalissimo Li said in a deep voice: "We are saluting you for Yan Guo!"

Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but smile bitterly, since he couldn't move, he could only accept this gift. The two Wenru got up, and Zhuang Yichen regained his freedom.

He couldn't help but be awe-inspiring in his heart, at this time, his strength was the peak of internal strength, but in the face of a peak like Generalissimo Li, Wen Ru had no resistance at all.

"The Seven Nations Academy Literary Meeting is over!" Zong Wudaunt announced loudly at this time.

A holy page full of mystical aura hung in the air, and Zong Wudaunt waved his pen to write the ranking of the Seven Nations Academy on it.

The holy page quickly turned into a ball of light, and the rich holy power pierced the sky like a streamer, flying in the direction of the holy courtyard.

This is to report the results to the Holy Academy, and then the Sacred Academy's Literary Hall will announce the ranking and rewards of the Seven Nations Academy Literary Society with the whole world.

After almost a hundred breaths, an extremely magnificent voice suddenly sounded in the sky, resounding through the seven countries and one hundred states of the human race.

"The first Yan Guo of the Seven Nations Academy Literary Conference。。。。。。 "The rankings and rewards of the Seven Kingdoms were read out smoothly like flowing water, and the magnificent voice was extremely pleasant and pleasant, and it made people feel refreshed when they heard it.

When they heard that Yan Guo could have an additional 300 Wenju places every year, the ten sons of Yan Country couldn't help but cheer, and everyone had a kind of pride and happiness on their faces. For the first time ever, it had to be cheered.

And the Qin State and the Chu State were not very happy, the Qin State was the first to give up in a hundred years, but the Chu State let the Qi State press down with a slight advantage.

Emperor Qi was in a very good mood, and got up and said a few words of praise to those Wenju people.

"This is the end of this Seven Kingdoms Academy Literary Meeting!" Zong Wuxing finally announced, stretching out his hand and returning to the Qi Kingdom's National Academy.

Emperor Qi was naturally in a good mood at this time, and immediately announced that he would hold a banquet in the palace to entertain everyone from the Seven Kingdoms, and there was laughter and laughter for a while, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.