He was already sure that Zhuang Yichen was the one who had really obtained the Martial Saint Inheritance, so he had been secretly taking care of him! But despite this, there seemed to be a mystery about Zhuang Yichen's body that no one knew. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He didn't want to know at all, so he helped him hide it again and again, because Zhuang Yichen was a variable.

The title of this civil and military suspense list is the restoration of the fragmented power of other worlds that he captured from meditation. The culture and origin power of each world are different, so with the strength of his sub-saint level, he can't take the most perfect sentence.

But at this time, he faintly felt that Zhuang Yichen was really likely to take this sentence and be famous all over the world.

And once this battle poem becomes complete, at least he can reach the strength of the pinnacle of the world, which will be of great help to him.

As soon as he made a move, it was a battle poem of the two laws of heaven and earth, especially how terrifying it was for Yasheng to show it.

Zhuang Yichen estimated the time, immediately stood up, and wrote down the three words of sad white hair with a wave of his pen.

"Wonderful! It's actually these three words, it's really the finishing touch!"

"These three words in one place actually made my soul tremble, maybe he can really catch it perfectly!" At this time, several Wen Ru suddenly let out a sound with their eyebrows fluttering.

Yan Yufeng's face immediately became extremely ugly, and he secretly felt a little bad in his heart. At this time, Zhuang Yichen had successfully attracted everyone's attention, but as for Yan Yufeng's feat of overwhelming a country, it was ignored.

Overwhelming a country, can it be compared to the world's pinnacle of war poetry? This is simply a rare sight in a thousand years!

But at this moment, it is impossible for him to interrupt Zhuang Yichen, otherwise he will become the public enemy of everyone.

This is like a stunning beauty wearing a complexion, with a graceful figure and a temperament like a fairy! She was about to lift her veil in shame, but it was only half of it, and suddenly someone drove her away in anger.

That's a self-defeating one, and someone will definitely dig a pit and bury it.

"Oh no, these three words have actually consumed all the pseudo-talents!" Zhuang Yichen rolled his eyes helplessly, the last seven words obviously consumed pseudo-talents were even more amazing, and there was no way to complete it at the level of Wen Jinshi!

It's a shame that he has mastered some rules of time, otherwise if someone else writes it, I'm afraid he won't even be able to write the words in front of him.

"He must know the last seven words, but with his talent, it is impossible to do them in one go!" smiled slightly, and flicked his fingers.

If this poem is regarded as a plate of papers, it can be bumpy in the previous part of the argument, or it can be studied slowly, but once it is time to draw conclusions, it will naturally be very smooth and in one go.

And the last seven characters belong to the time when the laws of heaven and earth are inducted, and it is impossible to write word by word.

Zhuang Yichen suddenly felt a surging power enter his body, warm.

The meridians of the body seem to have a very itchy feeling, as if they are constantly expanding. And this power, even with the internal strength of his martial arts beginner level, is not comparable at all. It is the difference between ants and giants, and even the essence of life is different.

"Holy power!" Zhuang Yichen understood in his heart that this was a help, and he got up without hesitation, and the writing came out of his hand and flew into the void.

"Morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!" The seven words were completed in one go, and within the ancestral aperture, the water droplets of time suddenly shot out a trace of soft light, and disappeared into the ancestral aperture in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!" Under the effect of the holy power, the words written by Zhuang Yichen also turned into golden flashes.

The incomparably mysterious artistic conception began to spread, and at this time, two astonishing pictures slowly unfolded.

Above the nine heavens of the void, the surging waves poured down, and the majesty of heaven and earth went straight to the sea.

A green-shirted scribe stood in the void above the sea, his body constantly exuding a strong aura of longing and sadness, and his black hair suddenly turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What's even more shocking is that at the same time as the black hair of the green-shirted scribe turned white, the huge waves surging down from the nine heavens began to become extremely slow, and began to fly upside down.

"Hum!" Everyone's talent and soul energy were pulled, and they seemed to be deeply immersed in it! To their horror, the soul energy and talent in their bodies began to disappear.

"This, this is the law of time!" a great Confucian wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

He looked at his hands, slowly becoming white and full of vitality, as if his young life was returning.

But he was more and more frightened, for if he continued like this, he would immediately return to the state of an infant, and then to nothingness.

All of us are in a state where we want to look away from the picture, but we find that we can't do it.

The power of absolute overriding any law reigns here, desperate and irresistible.

"Oh no, how can this be!" Zhuang Yichen also discovered this at this time, although he was immune to the power of the laws of this world, he couldn't save others at all.

Just when everyone was desperate, the soft holy power blew by, closing the picture like a picture scroll, and then disappearing.

"Huhuhu!" panting sounds rang from all around the arena, and the weak-willed people collapsed to the ground.

"What a terrible poem!" At this time, many people secretly thought to themselves, and secretly wanted to write down the battle poems by the way.

But what is strange to them is that no matter how they think about it, they can't remember what the specific words are!

No one else has been able to do this silently.

"The battle poems that spread the pinnacle of the world are the top secret of the human race! The voice came faintly, but no one dared to say anything.

The only living sub-saint of the human race, the one with the biggest fist, everything he says is true. If you don't accept it, you will be suppressed, who dares to speak up.

"Okay, Zhuang Yichen! Now that you have solved the suspense of the Wenbang, what do you want from this saint!" The voice then came leisurely, and many people looked at Zhuang Yichen with envious eyes.

This is a sub-saint, how many people dream of having the opportunity to make conditions with the sub-saint.

Zhuang Yichen was silent, because he had to think about how big the reward was and how to speak.

But fortunately, he was extremely empathetic, and immediately said: "The Half-Holy Seal will definitely be given to you, but I am afraid that this thing will be in your hands, and your safety will not be guaranteed, so now is not the time, wait for you to reach the Confucian smoothly." ”

"Now give you three options for compensation. ”

Everyone's ears pricked up to hear how generous the Terran First Man would be.