Qi Guowenjuren's talent was quickly exhausted, and he was replaced with a pale face! This time, the strength of Qi Guowenjuren was obviously stronger, and his understanding of the scriptures and meanings of the scholars was even better. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The people of Yan Kingdom are so strong this year?" At this time, the Wenju people from the rest of the countries were secretly frightened.

Normally, there is not much difference between the talents of the people in Wenju, and it is basically impossible to achieve one enemy and two enemies.

But now Li Zixiong can do this, which can only show that his understanding of the scriptures and meanings is very amazing. What's more, this Zhang Xiuwenshi's scripture was prepared by Chen Shimei a long time ago.

When you think about it like this, it's terrifying!

"Maybe this person is a powerful figure among the ten sons of the Yan Kingdom! I just want to take the lead in taking the lead!" Many people have thought of it, and Chen Shimei is even more so.

Qi Guowen also ran out of talent and fell down, while Li Zixiong barely supported two more lines and sat staggered on the ground.

"I'm coming!" a Shangshe Shizi stepped up at this time, and dragged him down only after the sixth Wenju person from the Seven Kingdoms came on the field.

"It's so strong!" At this time, many Qi Guowen people took a deep breath, and there were only two people on the other side, but there was already a sixth one on his side.

If the number of people is smaller, it may not be possible to win.

"Damn, they can't everyone be so strong!" Chen Shimei's eyes showed a hint of resentment! If they lose and run around the street naked, they will lose all their face.

The tenth Wenju person of Qi State appeared, and the fourth person of Yan Kingdom also happened to stand up. Each of the ten sons of the upper house can spell out two or three people on the other side, but the numerical disadvantage is slowly manifested.

Soon, only Chen Wenquan and Fang Zihong were left among the ten sons of the Yan Kingdom, and at this time, there were as many as sixteen people on the Qi State's side.

After all, the State of Qi is a powerful country in the world, and it has a strong foundation! When it comes to the middle, the strength of the Wenju people who come up will go up a notch.

Basically, it is the realm of the middle level of the Wenju people, and it is almost the peak of the Wenju people.

Fighting nineteen people with nine people, the strength of this strength is enough to surprise and even shock. But for the current gambling fight, it is meaningless.

If there were five more on Yan's side, the result might have been completely different! And now, sixteen to two, there was no suspense about Qi's victory.

"Brother Fang, I think you should still admit defeat! If you admit defeat in advance, I will be a big country, and the latter bet will be forgotten!" Chen Shimei said generously at this time.

"Hmph, there is no one to surrender in my Yan Kingdom, even if I die, I will fight you to the end!" Fang Zihong said lightly, with a hint of perseverance in his eyes.

"Very good, I want to see if you will regret it when you run naked on the street!" Chen Shimei laughed, and at this time, Fang Zihong took a step forward and took Zhang Xiuwenshi's scripture in his hand.

"I'll come first!" Fang Zihong lowered his head and continued to read, and at this time, the speed of Qi Guo's reading also followed.

Fang Zihong read faster and faster, because this could reduce the consumption of talents! But the consumption of divine souls should be accelerated.

"It's amazing!" Qi Guo's Wenju people quickly fell, and three Wenju people stepped forward in a row, still not Fang Zihong's opponent.

"This person should be the strongest student of Yan Guoguo Academy, defeating four people in a row, I'm afraid he is not weaker than the ten sons of Qin Guo!" At this time, many people showed shock.

The perennial bottom of the Yan Kingdom actually appeared such a genius, worthy of being a descendant of the Half-Saint Family.

"I'll go on this scene!" At this time, a very ordinary-looking Wenju person took over Jingyi, with a sneer on his face.

"Ah, it's Zhou Zirong, I didn't expect him to be there!"

"Yes, how can I be like this?" exclaimed many of the scribes of the Seven Kingdoms who were watching the excitement.

Zhou Zirong didn't care, the holy way he practiced was that the winner was king, and everything was written by the winner.

At this time, Fang Zihong was already at the end of the crossbow, but Zhou Zirong was waiting for work, even if he won, he would not win.

Fang Zihong's head was lowered, and the scriptures he read out of his mouth were even faster, and Zhou Zirong's speed was not inferior to him.

However, the fifteen-year-old boy showed great perseverance at this time, and a hot stream gushed out of his nose, which was actually blood.

"Damn, is this guy desperate?" Zhou Zirong was surprised now, and his talent had also consumed a lot at this time.

"Fang Zihong, forget it! I'll come!" Chen Wenquan said hurriedly at this time. However, Fang Zihong turned a deaf ear, and still chanted the scriptures in his mouth. There was also blood oozing from his mouth, and the loss of his soul could be said to be extreme.

"Oh no, this guy really wants to work hard! I don't want to be so stupid, I can't participate in the cultural meeting if I hurt my soul!" Zhou Zirong thought of this, and suddenly looked at Chen Shimei.

"I'm coming!" Chen Shimei took the scriptures, and at this time, Fang Zihong's body shook and he fell unconscious.

Chen Wenquan hurriedly picked up Jingyi and held Fang Zihong's body with one hand. Li Zixiong hurried over at this time and stuffed a pill to treat the divine soul into his mouth.

"Damn, I won't let you go!" Chen Wenquan and Fang Zihong had a good relationship, and roared angrily at this time.

"It's up to you!" Chen Shimei smiled slightly, he knew that this time he was decided! The other party's mind was already in turmoil, and the whole person was occupied by anger, how could he observe.

Sure enough, Chen Wenquan only read a few lines, and at this time, the meaning of the scriptures above had become extremely obscure, and his talent was consumed rapidly, and he only felt dizzy.

"Haha, your Yan Kingdom is determined to lose today! Hurry up and run around naked!"

"Yes, just because a few of you still want to be the first in the Seven Nations Academy's Literary Society, let's dream!" At this time, the people of Qi had already forgotten what shame was, and they ridiculed.

Although it was a bit disgraceful for them to win, they won after all! In the future, who will remember that they were 35 people bullying 11 people.

Chen Wenquan's heart was in a big mess, and at this time, he actually spit out a mouthful of blood, his body was shaky, and he grabbed the book with one hand.

Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but be a little moved in his heart, these students are really good, and the backbone of Yan Guo in the future must be extremely strong.

"You've been defeated!" Chen Shimei stopped chanting at this time and said proudly. At the moment, there are still eleven of them, and there is no one available on Yan Guo's side.

A strong hand suddenly took the Jingyi in Chen Wenquan's hand, and said lightly: "Who said we lost, I haven't played yet!"