Long Ying was speechless at this moment, he couldn't imagine that Situ Changkong could actually say such a thing! Could it be that Fang Yuan was really that powerful?

It may be that Situ Changkong deliberately wanted to support Fang Yuan's scene, but if Long Ying didn't make a move to deter these people from the Holy Martial Empire at this time, I am afraid that the pressure on the next peace talks would be huge!

After thinking of this, Long Ying could only speak: "Okay, since Mr. Situ is already like this, then I really have to ask for your tricks well!

Long Ying aimed the spearhead at Situ Changkong, because if he could win against Situ Changkong, then he didn't have to care about Fang Yuan's existence at all, after all, Situ Changkong was the patron saint of the entire Holy Martial Empire!

At this time, Situ Changkong was not nervous at all, he and Long Ying were both masters of the transcendent early stage, and in terms of cultivation, he had more than ten years of skill than the other party! And now he has the Dharma Heart Sutra, a ground-level intermediate exercise, so naturally he will not be afraid of Long Ying!

Long Ying's cultivation techniques are fierce and weird and changeable, while Situ Changkong's exercises are also fierce, but they have the domineering spirit of one force to ten meetings!

In addition, the Dharma Heart Sutra that Situ Changkong is now cultivating is far superior to the other party in terms of mana refinement and purity, so the more he fights, the more he has an advantage!

Long Ying was also extremely shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that Situ Changkong's strength had been refined to such an extent! If he gave the other party a few more years, it was estimated that he would soon be able to break through to the middle stage of transcendence!

So at this time, Long Ying slapped his palm hard, and then took the opportunity to retreat, and took the opportunity to say: "Senior Situ is really outstanding!

"Hehe, it's good if you're willing to take the initiative to admit defeat, if you let Fang Yuan make a move, you'll already be a corpse at this moment!" Situ Changkong said with a smile.

Qi luck from Long Ying +2222+2222+2222......

Fang Yuan's heart was full of joy, this Transcendent Realm master's anger was different! In just a moment's time, his Qi Luck Value had increased by more than 10,000!

"Okay, now that the competition is over, let's go to the banquet immediately!" The emperor was in a good mood at the moment, he didn't expect Fang Yuan Sanrao to appear and help him resolve the crisis so smoothly!

"Your Majesty, don't be in a hurry to eat first, I'm still a little unconvinced! After all, I only know how to use force and can only be regarded as a reckless man! I still want to compete with Wen Cai!" At this time, Xiao Wuji stood up again, he thought that his literary talent was flying, and a vulgar person like Fang Yuan was definitely not an opponent!

"Oh, I'll go! Are you looking for death? You actually dare to compete with me? You are really too bold! Do you know that I am the number one talent of the Saint Martial Empire! No one dares to be more talented than me! I really admire your courage!" Fang Yuan said happily at this time.

Xiao Wuji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking to himself that he would lose in terms of literary talent this time? Impossible! This must be Fang Yuan's boasting! How could a guy with frivolous manners and arrogant and rude be talented?

So at this time, Xiao Wuji sneered and said: "I really want to ask you about Wencai! If I win, Miss Yue'er will marry me! If I lose, I will no longer step into the Holy Martial Empire!"

"Hehe, Yue'er is not a bet, it is impossible for me to gamble on her marital happiness! And you can't win against me! You can choose the poems and songs! If you win, how about I screw me off as a head?" Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"Okay! A gentleman will not be able to chase after him! I hope you will not break your promise then!"

Xiao Wuji was excited in his heart, and immediately spoke: "In the next place, I will write a poem with the current situation, if you can win me, I will leave immediately!"

"It's not appropriate to go out, it's almost as good as you get out!" Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"Yes, but you have to win me!"

Xiao Wuji looked very confident, and then directly read aloud: "The Wuji Golden Dragon descends to the mortal dust, the bright moon and the golden luan knock on the jade door, thousands of lamps and hundreds of lights welcome cyclamen, and a hundred years of aging leads to the river!"

Xiao Wuji was very satisfied with his poems, and looked at Fang Yuan very arrogantly, "I don't know how your poems are, do you need to think about them again?"

"No need, your poem seems meaningless to me, it's just a deliberate boast, are you really considered a cyclamen, and the wine at this feast is not specially for you!" Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"Hmph, it's useless, you better make a poem first!" Xiao Wuji shouted.

"Prick up your ears and listen!"

Fang Yuan cleared his throat, and then read: "When autumn comes, on the eighth day of September, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom, and the incense array will penetrate Chang'an, and the city will be full of golden armor!"

This is known as the most murderous poem, and it can easily overshadow Xiao Wouji's poems!

"Good poetry!"

The first person to be amazed was the emperor! Because this poem was a perfect match for his mood at the moment! He had been holding back all along, just waiting for the moment when the city was full of golden armor!

"Well! Good poem! This is really a good poem! The first sentence is domineering and leaky!"

"The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor, this is simply a quatrain!"

"Hou Ye is really a ghost! Every poem can make people stunning!"

"This poem can definitely be passed down through the ages!"

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Listening to the praise of the people around him, Fang Yuan or Xiao Wuji made a judgment on which one was better to write poetry!

Xiao Wuji's face looked very gloomy, he really couldn't imagine that someone like Fang Yuan, who looked so obscene, could make such a good poem!

"Third Prince, how is my poem, is it enough for you to get out?" Fang Yuan asked happily.

Qi Luck from Xiao Wou-Ki +999+1111+1222......

"Farewell!"

Xiao Wuji turned around and left with a gloomy face, and Long Ying and the others immediately chased after him.

At this time, the emperor smiled and said, "Fang Yuan is really talented! This poem is the best one I think! It is also the most inspiring one!"

"This Ming Emperor is eloquent, a Divine Eagle Empire, there is no need to worry about it at all!" Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"Although the Condor Empire is not to be worried, the Pantheon behind him has to be taken seriously! Now the relationship between our Holy Martial Empire and Fengxue Thunder City is becoming more and more flat, I really don't know who else I can rely on in the future!" the emperor sighed and said.

"Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement, we have to rely on ourselves, not any backer!" Fang Yuan said with a smile.

The emperor's eyes lit up suddenly when he heard this, Fang Yuan's words seemed to be plain, but they contained a very mysterious philosophy!

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