"Zhuang Yichen is not dead, Yan Guo will definitely sit big!" In the imperial study of Chu State, the gray-haired Chu Emperor had a gloomy face, and after a moment of silence, he ordered: "Summoning the cabinet ministers to discuss the matter quickly!"

Qi State, Wei State, Zhao State, South Korea and all the great families also really promoted Zhuang Yichen to the scope of key observation targets at this time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This kind of treatment will not exceed a hundred people in the human race, and under the saints, the human race has the most potential and ability geniuses and strong people.

"Very good!" said lightly, not showing joy and anger! A pale yellow pill the size of a dragon's eye appeared in Zhuang Yichen's hand very abruptly, full of mysterious aura.

"Thank you Baiya Holy for the reward!" Zhuang Yichen solemnly bowed, and then slapped the cross-border pill into his mouth.

"I can't even see through you now. Bai Yasheng shook his head, the person who can make Yasheng shake his head, what an awesome existence that is.

In fact, many of the arrangements he made to Zhuang Yichen were not because he had seen through Zhuang Yichen, but because he had obtained his deduction technique.

"For the Terrans, for the Terrans...... You are the biggest variable, and the heir of the Martial Saint is the variable......" Bai Yasheng muttered to himself, and then turned his attention back to the verse.

"Will Enter the Wine"

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning, and the beginning of the poem is two sets of long sentences, like the wind and the sea and rain rushing towards you. The Yellow River has a long history and a great drop difference, such as falling from the sky, pouring thousands of miles, and going east to the sea.

Such a magnificent wave scene must not be exhausted by the naked eye, the coming of the great river is unstoppable, and the great river is unstoppable.

One rises and one disappears, and the world is invincible.

Immediately afterwards, "You don't see the sad white hair of the high hall mirror, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk", just like a wave of unevenness, wave after wave. The river is gone, and the greatness and eternity of the Yellow River show the insignificance and fragility of life.

This is really a poem for the ages, and of course, what is needed to pursue the holy path is an eternal and peaceful heart, which is the source of strength.

Zhuang Yichen ate the Yuejie Dan, this is just this trick, at the moment of the entrance of the Yuejing Dan, the tower guards have already transferred it to the official seal. His realm is mysterious, and he doesn't know what techniques he used, so he didn't notice it.

The internal force of Zhuang Yichen's dantian center began to surge out without reservation, and under the simulation of the technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun, it turned into a strong pseudo-talent.

Writer, the pinnacle of the writer, the pinnacle of the writer, the pinnacle of the writer! Within a hundred breaths, Zhuang Yichen's realm rose wildly, making people's eyes widen.

"It's so strong, is this the power of the Crossing Border Pill?"

"Yes, I will be promoted to the peak of the writer in one fell swoop, this is the strongest combat power under the Great Confucian!"

"Yan Guo is saved!" Countless discussions suddenly sounded, especially the people of Yan Kingdom, they were very excited, and some people even left tears.

Especially the common people, if the Yan Kingdom ceased to exist, the scribes and warriors could still be at ease, and there was a place to defect! But they would become the most inferior people who had died in the country, and I don't know how many generations it would take to be slowly accepted.

"Very good, now I can finally go all out to fight!" Yan Yufeng suddenly let out a long laugh at this time, full of infinite fighting spirit and arrogance.

At this time, many people have woken up from the battle poems that spread the pinnacle of the world, and in today's arena, Yan Yufeng is actually the real protagonist.

Although Zhuang Yichen's realm has improved, after all, he is a newcomer to your realm, and he may not fully control the power of the writer.

And Yan Yufeng can't give him a chance to be proficient, and he will defeat him with lightning speed.

"Yan Gongzi, please!" Zhuang Yichen said lightly! This is the first time he has shown all his strength in front of the public! And the internal force that has been transformed by the technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun is not afraid of being discovered by anyone who is abnormal.

There is no doubt that Yan Yufeng is the most formidable opponent he has encountered in the younger generation, and it is not so easy for him to defeat Yan Yufeng when he is shielded by the tower guards and cannot use the power of Tao Lisi.

"Hmph, you will soon know that the little achievement you have made before, the so-called title of the first jinshi of the human race is just a joke!" Yan Yufeng snorted lightly, and with a flick of his pen, the nine sons of the Mo family appeared again.

At the beginning of the Great War, everyone's eyes were drawn to it! Yan Yufeng showed his powerful combat power and wisdom in front of the entire human race, as well as the unfathomable heritage of the Yasheng family.

In particular, his combination of the nine sons of the Mo family and the true illusion is extremely mysterious, making it difficult to judge.

It's as if the nine sons of the Mo family who are conjured up from the void at this moment are real or not, even some great Confucian powerhouses can't tell whether they are real or not.

Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, he had already comprehended the concept of true meaning, at this time, the pen was waving, it seemed to be writing war poems, but in fact, it was the way of martial arts.

One Sword Cold Light Fourteen Prefectures! This was originally the strongest attack in the hundred refining swordsmanship, but at this time, under the technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun, it was actually catalyzed into a battle poem and presented out.

"You are not free, and you have worked the hills for several years. The hall is full of three thousand guests, and the sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states. One big character after another flew out of the pen, and in an instant, Zhuang Yichen circled and danced.

The surging, invincible sword qi suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the sound of sneering was loud, and there was a faint sound of the boulder collapsing.

"What kind of war poem is this, why have you never seen it?" At this time, Generalissimo Li stared at the arena in shock.

"The human race definitely doesn't have such a war poem, this is the pinnacle of Aozhou, no, it should be a poem of Zhenguo!" Wen Ru, the escort of the Qi State Mission, was shocked at this time, and showed a surprised expression for the first time.

Zhuang Yichen was also secretly frightened in his heart, he practiced the technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun day and night at this time, and he comprehended the true meaning of martial arts, but he didn't expect such a terrifying effect.

This swordsmanship can be automatically retrieved, and the corresponding verses on the earth are presented, which is simply too against the sky! This is simply the martial arts version translated by Baidu!

And at this time, Yan Yufeng also looked awe-inspired, he didn't expect Zhuang Yichen to be a poem of the Zhenguo War as soon as he made a move, although it was only the first realm, but it was also very terrifying.

The nine sons of the Mo family are all at the beginning of the martial arts rank, but they are all very cautious at this time, just surrounding Zhuang Yichen and not letting him attack Yan Yufeng.

But at this time, the words of the poem of the town's national war were suddenly shattered, and then an astonishing picture appeared.

Countless magnificent city walls appeared in the void, and they were definitely the fortified cities that belonged to one in a hundred.

A light that was brighter than lightning suddenly swept over these walls, and a strong rain of swords erupted.

"Boom!" all the walls collapsed, shattered, and left empty.