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"Alas, it's a pity, if it weren't for the guy Zhuang Yichen, this young master would be a proper leader!" Xuanyuan Fangyu sighed depressedly.

"This Luo Wuwen doesn't know who Luo Wuxi is!" Zhuang Yichen's heart moved, but he listened attentively.

The name of the top of the literary list was about to come out, and he suddenly thought in his heart that Fang Luo's talent was also very good, why didn't he even have the top three, could it be ......

"The head of the Beidu Mansion Wenbang case is falling!Zhuang Yichen, the head of the Beidu Mansion Wubang Half-Saint Bestows the Crown!" The last sound came, Zhuang Yichen was stunned when he boarded, Fang Luo actually became the first of Wen Xiucai.

"Hey, who is Fang Luo?" At this time, many people were extremely surprised, because the name was too unfamiliar.

"Brother Zhuang!" a figure came to his side at this time and said loudly.

"Hey, Fang Luo, why are you here?" Zhuang Yichen turned around and saw that it was actually the little guy who had just become the first talent in the Northern Capital.

At the age of fourteen, his figure looks a little thin, but his face is calm, and he does not have the ecstasy of becoming the head of the case, and he is very calm.

"You are Fang Luo, you are so young?" Xuanyuan Fang Domain was surprised at this time.

"I came here to thank Brother Zhuang! If it weren't for the inspiration of your two poems, I wouldn't have been able to write a third-level Aozhou poem this time and be at the top of the case!" Fang Luo bowed.

"It's serious, this is due to your own accumulation of talents, and it has nothing to do with me!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, and at this time, a majestic voice came from the mansion: "The people on the list are concentrated in the mansion within a quarter of an hour, and there is no delay." ”

With this voice, the newly promoted talents were suddenly a little flustered, but after all, they were all people with some ability and strength, and they quickly lined up and entered the mansion in turn.

"Well, there are actually sixty or seventy humanities and talents, and the number is more than five times that of us!" said several family martial artists.

"Otherwise, how can it be called Wendao Prosperity!" Xuanyuan Fangyu pursed his lips, and more than a dozen people suddenly looked distressed.

If the conditions allow, I'm afraid they will all cultivate the Dao.

"You don't need to worry about yourself! maybe the prosperous era of martial arts will be opened by my generation?" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly and said in a low voice. The confidence in the words is involuntarily infectious.

"What Brother Zhuang said also makes sense! If that's the case, then I've been a celebrity for the ages!Hahaha!" Xuanyuan Fangyu laughed, and several people around him showed yearning for it.

If you can become a martial semi-saint in this life, and be admired by the human race for thousands of generations, it will really be worth this life.

After the concentration in the mansion, the lord of the mansion, Chen Shirong, and the high-ranking officials of the Northern Capital Prefecture arrived, and after some encouragement, they led everyone to the temple.

"That Fang Luo seems to be from Zisang County too!" After everyone left, Chen Shirong asked left and right.

"Fuzun is right, this year's first civil and military talent is from the rule of He Jin in Zisang County, which shows that his ability is outstanding!" said an official.

"He Jin is the proud protégé of the state lord, and governing a county is just a small test!" Chen Shirong smiled slightly. With a Confucian like He Yi behind him, he can't think about it smoothly.

"This is also indispensable for the indoctrination of the Mansion Master!" The rest of the officials immediately became sycophant, and Chen Shirong was also quite complacent.

In any case, it is also a great achievement to be able to produce a double saint warrior, or a half-saint seal from the soldiers.

The martial temple, tall and majestic, is a holy place for all warriors. Among the Seven Kingdoms, there are countless martial temples, which contain the purest soul energy in heaven and earth.

The Holy Temple is the last remnant of the two saints of literature and martial arts left to the human race, and if all the power in the temple of literature or martial arts is gathered together, it can be transformed into the most perfect holy power, summoning the phantom of the saint to fight.

The combat power of the saint's phantom is no different from that of the saint, but it can't be maintained for too long.

The two saints have hadiths handed down, and the power of the temple must not be used until the last moment of life and death of the human race.

Standing in front of the Wu Temple, all the martial artists felt that solemn feeling, and involuntarily straightened their waists and stood straight.

Two holy servants in embroidered gold and white robes slowly came out of the Martial Temple, and Yu Yuefeng hurriedly stepped forward and handed over a jade plaque before retreating.

The Holy Attendant's eyes flashed with a thunderbolt-like lightning, slowly passing over everyone's body.

"Who is Zhuang Yichen?" a holy attendant suddenly asked, his tone flat.

"Junior!" Zhuang Yichen bowed and saluted, and then stood straight again.

"Well, that's good!" a smile appeared on the corner of the holy squire's mouth, and then he said: "After entering the Martial Temple, you must not run around!

"Yes!" the martial artists all responded immediately.