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The aura is like a wave, surging at his side one after another, and taking a deep breath is several times more than usual.

"Cave Heaven Blessed Land!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, if he cultivated in such a small world, his progress would be basically the same as that of a rocket.

But he also knew that it was impossible, the number of Terran scribes was hundreds of millions, and only a few people had this qualification.

"There is a splendid atmosphere of poems and articles here, I don't know that the predecessors and sages have been here! You must make good use of the opportunity!" Bai Wenru mentioned in a loud voice at this time.

"It's a pity, these are useless for me!" Zhuang Yichen was a little depressed, although the pseudo-talent could barely be used as talent, but he was a person without a literary palace! Such a blessed land of literature and Taoism was a stunning beauty that he could only see but not touch.

Chen Wenquan, Li Zixiong and the others suddenly brightened their eyes, and immediately closed their eyes and began to comprehend and understand.

"This time, the Seven Nations Academy Literary Conference will hold a total of four items: talent, poetry, literary courage, and actual combat, and the one with the highest score in the final four items will be the first!" Zong Wuxing quickly announced the rules of the competition, while Qi Huang made a speech with enthusiasm.

"Zong Zheng envoy, there are only nine people in the Yan Guoguo Academy who can play now, and I have some doubts about their qualifications to participate in the literary meeting! Besides, the other six countries of our country are also a little invincible!" At this time, a Wen Ru of the Zhao State stood up and said lightly.

"Yan Guoke, what do you have to say?" Zong Wuxing's gaze turned.

"Zong Zheng, we have two students' souls damaged during the competition and reading the scriptures, and they are indeed unable to participate in the competition!" Bai Wenru said in a deep voice.

"So, then you can only compete with nine people?" said Zong Wudaunt with a deep groan, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

"Compete with the nine, we can't win!" The rest of the others also said one after another. Although Yan Guo's strength has never been good, this time it seems to be stronger than ever, and it is naturally best to be able to strangle it early.

The five scholars of the Wendian also talked to each other, and the students of the other six countries also began to sneer at this time.

At this moment, a strange roar suddenly exploded, and then a majestic talent descended from the sky and landed on a person.

"Huh, that's what the anger is...... Promoted to Wen Jinshi?" The Wen Confucians all changed their colors and looked at the man in amazement.

"It's actually Fang Zihong of Yan Kingdom!

"Why isn't such a person in my country?" Wen Ru and the scholars of various countries were dumbfounded.

Zong Wuxing was extremely pleased, and he presided over the Seven Kingdoms Academy Literary Society and produced a Holy Pre-Wen Jinshi, which has a strong educational merit.

The saints are all the elites of the human race, and the chances of becoming holy in the future are at least two percent. Zong Wuxing stretched out his hand and waved, and Fang Zihong suddenly had an extra circle of light around him, and everything that happened outside at this time could not affect him.

"This guy is really lucky, appreciated by a big man who is about to become a saint!"

"Damn, why is my luck so bad!" many pretentious Wenju people were secretly jealous.

"Since someone has been promoted to Wen Jinshi, let's start later!" Zong Wuxing smiled slightly.

"Sect Envoy, since the Yan Kingdom can't gather ten people, I think they will only be at the bottom even if they participate in the cultural meeting! It's better to just watch from the sidelines!" At this time, another temple scholar said loudly.

This person's statement naturally carried a lot of weight, and even Zong Wuxing showed a thoughtful look, obviously attaching great importance to it.

Yan Guo's side was suddenly shocked, and the ten sons of the upper house shouted one after another: "Even if it is nine people, we may not lose!"

Chen Wenquan's eyes couldn't help but look at Zhuang Yichen, hoping that he could say something like Yan Guo and students.

Zhuang Yichen slowly stood up, took a deep breath and said, "Who said that my Yan Kingdom can't make up ten people?"

His voice wasn't very loud, but it was very clear to everyone's ears. This is no longer the ability of a person who has destroyed a martial hall, but most of them are not aware of it.

"I don't know Dean Zhuang, where is the tenth person in your country who can still compete?" asked a Qin Guowen with a smile.

With these words, everyone's eyes fell on Zhuang Yichen. A former legendary Four Holy Warriors, the first Jinshi of the Terran who was given the title of the Saints, and a hero who saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of Terran troops in the Land of Blood.

Now he has actually become the dean of the Yan Guoguo Academy as a martial artist! This kind of experience is not insignificant, and it is enough to make people feel emotional. Looking at the Seven Kingdoms, it is not without demon-level geniuses under the age of twenty, but they are weaker than Zhuang Yichen.

At this time, there was still no one in the Yan Kingdom to participate in the literary meeting, and Zhuang Yichen's words were the most authoritative.

"Why not? Am I not?" I saw him say lightly, and suddenly aroused a shock.

Everyone looked at him with monster eyes, as if he was speaking alien language, and he didn't understand it at all.

"Nonsense, Dean Zhuang, you are the head of Yan Guoguo Academy, how can you be so ignorant of the rules!" At this time, someone reacted and scolded angrily. And the rest of the deans of the Seven Nations Academy also cast a look of disdain. In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Yichen was like a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouted.

Even the ten sons of Yan Guo looked at him blankly, obviously not expecting Zhuang Yichen to say such words.

"King Zhongyong, what an important matter is the Seven Kingdoms Academy Literary Meeting today, although you don't have enough people in the Yan Kingdom, you can't mess around. A Confucian said.

"Hehe, don't be harsh when you think about the country for the sake of King Zhongyong!"

"King Zhongyong, seeing that you have made great contributions to the human race, the envoy will not care about this matter, retreat!" Zong Wuxing said lightly.

"This king is not messing around, and what he said is completely in line with the rules of the Holy Court!" Zhuang Yichen said lightly.

"Wow!" At this time, the crowd couldn't help but let out a wave of surprise, and countless eyes looked at him incredulously.

The Wen Confucians all began to sneer, and sure enough, they were martial artists who didn't know how to be polite, and they were embarrassed to say such words. Especially Zong Wuxing is a high-powered Wendian envoy, how can people be allowed to contradict it like this. ”

However, before Zhuang Yichen could speak, he immediately asked, "Dare to ask what conditions are required to participate in the Seven Nations Academy Literary Conference?"

"Under the age of twenty, representing a certain national academy Wenju!" said a Wen Ru, looking at Zhuang Yichen's joke attentively.