"Feng Gongzi is really a hero among people, not only is he good at deceiving people and making bad brains, but even his chess skills are amazing!"

Feng Wumian arched his hand and said: "Don't dare to be, just walking in this thorny mortal world, you always have to use some small means to live." ”

"Hahaha, Feng Gongzi really sees everything thoroughly, it is precisely because you are an understanding person that you will cultivate immortals in Kyushu, which is not the top level in the exercises, but everyone is afraid of your poison and yin and yang techniques!"

"Lianshuo Proton has won the award, I look at the previous poems on the stone gate, plus the first two rounds of the competition, if you want to say the heroic words among the people, I think Lianshuo Proton is the person who is admired, you are not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also set up this game, deliberately led us to this Bang mud tomb, if you want to talk about tricks, I think Lianshuo Proton and I are on par with me!"

"Don't talk nonsense! If you want to fight for words, then win my game first!"

As he spoke, a statue of a golden-bodied warrior monk flew over.

The warrior monk stretched out his hand, and a stone wall instantly appeared on the ground where the original mud and stone were mixed: "This ancient stone was originally left in the world when Nuwa Niangniang mended the sky, and after ten thousand years of wind and rain, this stone has grown into today's appearance." If you can carve verses corresponding to me on this stone with the weapons you carry, it means that you have won three out of four games, and I will naturally let you go!"

As Lian Shuo's words landed, the warrior monk in front of him threw out the martial stick in his hand with a wave of his hand, and the stick was stuck straight into the cliff wall of the stone cave. Then, with his half-crouched waist, a powerful force had gathered on the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

Seeing this, Yun Luoshen said in astonishment: "What, is he going to engrave words with his fingers?"

"Feng Gongzi, have you thought about it, who are you going to send out to fight?"

The crowd pondered for a long time, but no one spoke. In this game, what is not tested is the level of a person's spiritual cultivation, and it is also a test of whether a person has a high level of poetic literacy. Although Xia Feng Ruyan has a high talent, he is still young, and his own cultivation is far from reaching the point of breaking the ancient strange stone. Among this group of people, the cultivation is the highest, except for Feng Wumian, that is, Qingbai and Ta Jian. But Qingbai is not good at poetry, although Ta Jian has a high literary literacy, but this ripple proton must have something to do with him, so she will never stand up.

"I'll come!" Feng Arou took a step forward, but her words were full of unconfidence.

"Why do I hear that the tone of Childe's speech is a bit far-fetched? Otherwise, let him come--the leader of the Tuoba tribe-Abul Shan Yu, you and I will fight this game!"

Abel looked at the others beside him and whispered, "Good!"

I don't know if it was nervousness or other reasons, at this time, the corners of Aberslang's forehead showed a little sweat.

As he spoke, the golden Buddha statue had already carved words on the stone slab. Suddenly, several golden rays of light like knives cut down from the ancient stone slab, and in less than ten seconds, a golden handwriting appeared on the stone slab.

"Die. ”

"It's the word 'death'!"

As soon as this word came out, the sweat on Abul's forehead, who had not yet started to engrave it, flowed even more. Others were also shocked.

Buble swung the meniscus sword, and with great difficulty, stumbled to carve a small crooked bar into the ancient stone slab.

"Is this a word?"

"I wonder what he wants to write?"

"Xiu'er, Young Master Luo, you better watch this game quietly and carefully, and don't disturb the leader of the Mugwus. Yu said nonchalantly.

Yu Luoshen also gave her a roll of his eyes and said, "You can bear it, why don't you come!"

As the minutes ticked by, Ablslang's entire body seemed to tremble with command.

"Abul, are you alright?" asked Qingbai.

Aberslang didn't answer Qingbai's words, and threw the broadsword in his hand directly on the ground, and then also stretched out his right index finger to engrave words on the stone tablet.

As Abul's blood-dripping and trembling fingers kept waving on the stone slab, the originally distorted word "Yi" also became the word "Yin".

"Yin?"

"What the hell does he want to write?"

"It should be the word 'Jun'. As Feng Wumian's words landed, a blood-stained character appeared on the stone slab.

"Wow, Sleepless brother, you're so powerful! Since you can also do poetry, why don't you take this game?" asked the god of Yuluo.

Feng Wumian sneered, "Do you think this ripple proton wants to let the rest of us participate in this game easily? ”

"Hahaha, Jun, the Mughal people are really full of false benevolence!"

With the wild laughter of Lian Shuo, the golden Buddha statue driven by his spiritual consciousness wrote the other four words of the whole line of poetry for a while.

"The dead are buried in their hearts. ”

With the literary cultivation of Ripple Proton, under normal circumstances, he would not have written such extremely simple verses, but his opponent was the old man of the Mugh Tuoba tribe who could only ride a horse and shoot hunting since he was a child, so he wrote such concise verses to take care of Abul's feelings.

Compared with word to word, after the whole line of the poem came out, the difficulty for Abel was much reduced, but the pain of engraving would also torture his spirit and body.

Under the nervous gaze of the crowd, Abel finally wrote the second word: "In." ”

It took Abel longer to write a word than it took to write a sentence on the golden Buddha statue.

"Don't be in a hurry, I'll wait for you slowly. Lian Shuo said with a smile.

After a long time, Abul, who was already covered with bloody hands, finally finished writing the remaining three words.

"Buddha. ”

"Side. ”

"Death. ”

"Jun is dying next to the Buddha. ”

"Yes, yes. There was a hint of joy in Jiya's nervous words.

As he spoke, he saw a golden light flash in the hand of the Buddha statue opposite, and another line of poetry appeared on the stone slab.

"Shan Yu, have you thought of this last sentence?"

Abel wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, stretched out his trembling bloody fingers, and wrote on the slate.

The further he went, the slower Abel slower, and by the time he finished writing the last word, the whole person fell to the ground, and even the moment he fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Abul's mouth.

As a nation that emphasizes force and light cultivation, Abul's battle just now is undoubtedly playing with his life, in addition to his own brute strength, the exercises in his body are much less than those in other cultivation realms, in the whole process of engraving, he not only has to spend huge strength, but also bless some spiritual power on his fingers, only in this way, the ancient stone slab will be carved like a knife.

"Abu, how are you?" said Giya and Asya hurried to Abul's side.

Qingbai's face was also ugly, she turned her head to the side of Feng Wumian, and asked, "Wumian, can you bring an elixir to treat external injuries." ”

Feng Wumian glanced back at the madness beside him.

"Yes, Sleepless Brother. Feng Qing hurried over to Abslang, poured some pale pink liquid from a small white porcelain bottle, and applied it to the fingers of Abul's blood-soaked right hand.

"The dead are buried in their hearts, and you are buried next to the Buddha. The wooden drum beats the acacia, and the resignation accompanies it for a long time. Hahahaha, ahahahaha. Rippled laughter resounded throughout the stone cave, "Why is it sad, why is it long? What else do I have to worry about besides endless hatred! Abul, you lose this game, suffer death!"

As the words fell, the Ancient Slate slammed into the three of Abul, Giya and Asya......

Just as the slate was about to hit Giya, Abel pushed the two away.

"Bang!" there was a loud bang, and the ancient stone slab hit Bubel's chest, and several streams of blood spurted out of Abul's mouth again.

"Abu, Abu, what's wrong with you......"

Jiya ran over crying.

Seeing this, Feng Wumian, Yu Luoshen, Bai Xiu'er, and Feng Arou were also in front of the golden Buddha statue.

"Why, are you trying to make an enemy of me?" asked Lianshuo in a cold voice.

"You are already a dead person, how can you help us with these grievances and spiritual sense, I advise Proton to go back to the capital city, go to the Yama Hall to register, and then go to reincarnation!"

"Hahaha, the revenge of destroying the country has not been avenged, how can you give up easily! This matter has nothing to do with you, I advise Feng Gongzi to stop it earlier. Otherwise......"

"Or else?" said Yu Luo tentatively.

"Hahaha......" With a burst of wild laughter, several puffs of red smoke came from all directions, surrounding the four of them.

"Phantom clone technique?" said Feng Arou in astonishment.

Suddenly, the four of them fought against more than a dozen ethereal red figures, and the red smoke that was chopped by the sword merged into a new phantom after a blink of an eye.

"What kind of evil spell is this......? Ahem......"

Before Yu Luoshen's words were finished, the four of them were all knocked to the ground by this phantom clone technique.

Then, dozens of red smoke came together, and a red-clothed man holding a folding fan appeared in front of him, and the moment he turned around, the four people who fell in front of him were completely stunned by his appearance, to say that Feng Wumian and Xunfeng were the most handsome men in the entire Jiubu Kyushu. Then, the man in red in front of him may be better than them!

The man spread a cyan fan on his chest, shaking slowly, his slender fingers seemed to have been polished by white jade, two pairs of eyes that were like cat's eyes were full of sadness, the slightly raised corners of his eyes added to his cold handsomeness, the straight and straight nose bridge was like a path spread out, a pair of thin lips were embedded in the entire fair face, leaving no trace of black hair on the bald head and slightly sunken six-point ring scars, making him have a sense of nobility that was difficult to match.

"Wow, monk, you said that you are such a handsome man, why do you have such evil exercises!" Yu Luoshen rolled his eyes, coughed and smiled: "Otherwise, you are still vulgar, I will marry you." ”

Seeing that Lianshuo was walking towards them, Yu Luoshen said again: "If you don't speak, you just promised me?"

Yu Luoshen took advantage of the situation and hugged one of Lianshuo's legs: "Baby." ”

As soon as the word "baby" came out, Feng Wumian, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, suddenly had goosebumps all over their bodies.

With the movement of the ripples, the whole body was also pulled out of the ground, and he still said with a dead face: "Baby, even if you are a powerful ghost, I don't mind, who made you look so good......?

Feng Wumian knew that Luo Shen's move was a delaying tactic, but in order to echo him, he had to make a surprised state: "Ah, it won't be so heavy!"

Bai Xiu'er was so angry that her face turned white for a while: "Yu Luoshen, you bastard is a pervert! Do you like ghosts so much! What red-clothed girl did you like yesterday, and what red-clothed proton do you like today! I ...... I...... What's wrong with the white clothes......"

"Bang dang!"

Yu Luoshen was fanned out by the blue-faced bamboo leaf fan in Lianshuo's hand.

"Death is helpless, are you okay!" Bai Xiu'er forced herself to get up and ran over.

The blood-soaked Yu Luo Shen said with a hippie smile: "It's still ...... My home...... Xiu'er ...... Good ...... for me."

"Death is helpless, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

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