If it weren't for the fact that the aura exuded from Ye Fan's body was too similar to the literary aura, Sikong Po wouldn't be sure that this was the kind of ethereal literary aura in the legend!

"What is Wenqi?"

Not only did Ye Fan not know, but Jin Changgeng, the holy son of the Treasure Pavilion, was a little confused, and he didn't know what Sikong Po was talking about.

"Wenqi is an extremely special power, which is different from holy power and divine power in nature, but it is equally powerful!"

No one expected that in the end, it was the white-eyed wolf who was out of tune to solve everyone's doubts.

Thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising, the era in which the white-eyed wolf lived was the late era of the Thunder Venerable, many years earlier than now, maybe he really knew something,

With the narration of the white-eyed wolf, a secret that has disappeared in the smoke and clouds of history for a long time surfaces......

In the primeval prevalence, human monks and demon clans lived together on this land, presenting a prosperous world where a hundred schools of thought contended, all kinds of secret arts, martial arts were endless, and the Heavenly Gong Treasure Book was also created one by one.

Among them, there is a Heavenly Gong Treasure Book created by ordinary literati who cannot practice, called the Wenqi Treasure Book, which does not practice martial arts and does not condense the Holy Fetus, but has a powerful combat power comparable to the peak of the Lord Realm, and can even reach the Supreme Realm.

It's a pity that this world-shaking treasure disappeared in the dark and turbulent years, and there was no inheritance left.

Wenqi, this kind of heavenly power that can make powerless literati kill all directions in the primeval period, has completely disappeared in the smoke and clouds of history.

I didn't expect that today, Ye Fan would be able to inadvertently burst out of his literary temperament, could it be said that the Heavenly Gong Treasure Book in the primeval period is going to return to the world again?

"Impossible, that kind of heavenly skill can only be cultivated by people who don't have any cultivation, and Ye Xiaozi is already in the middle stage of the Holy Fetal Realm. It was absolutely impossible to cultivate that kind of Heavenly Skill at the same time, and he definitely didn't have it. ”

The white-eyed wolf shook his head and said with an affirmative expression: "That kind of Heavenly Skill Treasure Book has long since disappeared, and it is said that it was destroyed in the dark and turbulent war, and it is impossible to reappear in the world!" ”

After listening to the white-eyed wolf's words, Ye Fan was silent. Secretly thinking back to the situation just now, trying to figure out what the so-called Wen Qi is.

And He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng were hit hard - Ye Fan was obviously inferior to them in cultivation, but he had a literary spirit.

He ...... How could he possibly have a sense of civility? Depressed, He Yunqi couldn't help muttering.

"Didn't you say I couldn't do it?"

When Ye Fan heard this, he glanced at He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng coldly, and then said: "The song just now was made for this Golden Autumn Garden, and now I will make another one!" ”

The words fell, and Ye Fan walked in the garden full of golden chrysanthemums, just as the west wind was blowing. The chrysanthemums in the garden float in the wind, and the dark fragrance is fragrant!

Ye Fan walked while trying to relive the feeling of adding to his previous literary aura, and his momentum began to climb unconsciously, and a powerful aura centered on him radiated around, almost destroying the golden chrysanthemum in the garden.

"Brother Ye be careful, don't destroy this garden!"

Sikong broke the mouth to remind. By the way, he waved his hand and shot out a piece of holy light, resisting Ye Fan's momentum!

"I'm sorry!"

Ye Fan smiled awkwardly. Slowly rising into the air, the white clouds in the sky are his background, setting him off like a true immortal in the dust.

"The sassy west wind is full of courtyards, the core is cold and fragrant and the butterflies are difficult to come, if I am the green emperor in his year, I will bloom with the peach blossoms."

Ye Fan's voice sounded like thunder in everyone's hearts. This momentum was stronger than just now, and with his words, a shadowless and formless aura instantly rushed into He Yunqi's sea of knowledge.

Rumble!

He Yunqi was like being struck by lightning, his brain went blank, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Yang Tian fell into the flowers behind him, his face was like gold paper, and his breath was like a gossamer!

"This ......"

Everyone was shocked, it was just a poem, how could this be? Ye Fan can't have the lethality of Wen Qi, how did He Yunqi get injured?

"This kid's temperament is really narrow, he can't stand seeing Ye Fan make good poems, and he is so angry that he vomits blood, which is also unprecedented!"

The white-eyed wolf said sarcastically and secretly, pointing out that the reason why He Yunqi vomited blood and was injured was completely because he was too angry and vomited blood.

Sikong Po suddenly realized, and immediately called someone, why Yunqi healed - if He Yunqi died here, Qi Shifu would definitely not be able to get rid of it.

After some rescue, He Yunqi finally recovered, but it was impossible to do it in a short time, and I am afraid he will leave the field early in this competition.

Sikong Po ordered the people to collect the three poems made by Ye Fan and the previous Yongmei poem, and ordered the master craftsman to engrave them in the four gardens, becoming the symbol of the four gardens.

As for the last one, although Sikong Po also likes it very much, he still chooses the one that I kill after the flowers bloom, which is domineering.

After this incident, even the Ancient Saint Son and the Tianxuan Saint Son were impressed by Ye Fan, and everyone returned to the Hanmei District, and the atmosphere suddenly became a lot more lively.

In order to thank Ye Fan for inscribed poems for the four scenic spots, Sikong Po specially brought up some dishes that usually only appear at the holy banquet, and everyone was very happy to eat!

Lin Qingfeng stayed in the private room of Jin Qiuyuan to take care of He Yunqi, and there was no longer the slightest discordant sound, although in a few days, everyone would share the victory and defeat on the field, and even see life and death, but it did not affect everyone now to push the cup and change the lamp, calling him brother and brother.

This meal can be described as a sumptuous one, the white-eyed wolf occupies a place in a grand manner, the wine is drunk, the food is eaten, and a few witty words will pop out from time to time, making everyone laugh.

"Although this guy is a mysterious beast, he has a very good appetite for me, Brother Ye Fan, how about a discussion, can you sell this white wolf to me?" Sikong Po likes the white-eyed wolf very much and offers to buy it.

"Get out of the way, I'm not his, I should say that he is mine, if you want to, I can consider selling him to you!" The white-eyed wolf was drunk and hazy, and pulled Sikong Po's paw with his tongue, and said with a smell of wine.

"This ...... This wolf is really a sperm! ”

Sikong was dumbfounded, although he knew that the white-eyed wolf was a spirit wolf raised by the Thunder Venerable in his later years, but today he saw its other side.

"Ignore it!" Ye Fan smiled bitterly.

The feast was drunk until it was almost dusk, and the eight young female cultivators cleaned up the mess, brewed a cup of fragrant tea for everyone, and stood aside in an orderly manner.

"It's commonplace. I remember you have kung fu tea here, why don't you give a pot to taste? The Ancient Saint Son squinted at Sikong Po and said.

"My family has kung fu tea, but even I have a hard time getting a cup of ......," Sikong Po said depressedly......

"Don't cry poor, who doesn't know that your Sikong family has a kung fu tea tree, but it's not a leaf?" Jin Changgeng also coaxed.

"I said Lao Jin, you can't help but be authentic. If you want to talk about good tea, your Treasure Pavilion's Xianyin tea is better than our kung fu tea, why don't you bring two pieces over to share with you? Sikong Po pursed his lips and glanced at Jin Changgeng.

"Uh......"

Jin Changgeng touched his nose and said, "Our Xianyin tea was also auctioned by someone else, and we can't keep it for ourselves at all, do you think I don't want to drink it?" ”

"Kung Fu tea, Xianyin tea, except for the holy lords of the holy lands. Except for the suzerain of the supreme sect and the patriarch of the imperial clan, who is qualified to drink? Prince Jueluo sighed: "This thing is too rare!" ”

Through the conversations of the holy sons, Ye Fan gradually learned about these two kinds of superb teas that even they could only fascinate but did not have the opportunity to taste.

There is only one Xianyin tea tree in the entire Tianxuan Continent, and I don't know how many thousands of years it has existed, it seems to have existed since ancient times, and it is a spiritual root between heaven and earth. Shaped like a person, a cup of ripe tea can be reborn. The effect is staggering.

Kung Fu tea is also the spiritual root between heaven and earth, it is said that in the northern part of the Eastern Regions, it grows on the path in the middle of the Aurora Magnetic Sea, and the annual output is extremely rare, and the Sikong family relies on the understanding of space. It's very rare to be able to barely pick thirty or forty leaves.

This kind of tea, drunk by monks, has great benefits for enlightenment and martial arts, and even has a certain chance of causing people to have an epiphany effect.

So. These two teas are regarded as the best of the best, comparable to the elixir, and are known as the little elixir.

Such rare things, unless there is a great fortune, they really can't drink it at this level, and Ye Fan can only be leisurely and fascinated, just think about it.

Fortunately, the white-eyed wolf had drunk too much and had slipped under the table, otherwise it would definitely not give up if it was sober.

This guy is obsessed with any good thing, and whenever he has the opportunity, he has to get his hands on soft grinding and hard bubbles.

Drinking tea, everyone talked a lot about this competition, and also gave Ye Fan a general understanding of this competition.

The competition system is almost the same in every domain, and there is nothing new, the most important thing is that this competition is jointly organized by the two major academies of the Imperial Academy and the Immortal Academy.

The two faculties took this competition very seriously, and each college had a strong vice president in person.

Once an outstanding participant is found, they are immediately registered and then selected according to their talents.

Of course, there has always been a competition between the two major universities, and in order to compete for a student with good qualifications, they do not hesitate to spray each other's faces.

In the next few days, Jin Changgeng took Ye Fan, Shen Tu and others to participate in several tea parties and dinners one after another, and met a lot of geniuses from other domains, all of whom came to watch the game.

The Southern Regions Genius Contest has touched the hearts of all monks in the world, especially the younger generation.

Emperor Lu Zhengxiong has almost no friends, everyone is an enemy, or at least an opponent - only by defeating all opponents can he ascend to the sky and achieve the throne of the Great Emperor!

In the Eastern Regions, the Northern Regions, the Western Regions, and the Middle Regions, there are young and strong people coming, and some of the strongest descendants of ancient families that have been inherited for a long time are the holy sons of the supreme sects.

The Southern Regions Fire Spirit City has become a veritable holy city, and some big people often show traces, and the competition has not yet started, and there is already a meaning that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

The vice presidents of the two universities were nervously preparing for the competition, contacting the representatives of the major states to negotiate every rule and detail of the competition.

At the same time, the leaders of various families and states are also nervously studying strategies and tactics with the participating team members led by themselves.

This game has not started yet, the smell of gunpowder is already very strong, and the disciples of the six major states are all nostrils facing the sky when they meet them on the street, and no one pays attention to anyone.

Although Xuanwu Prefecture has Jin Changgeng and Prince Jueluo of the Treasure Pavilion, compared with the geniuses of other states, there is a big gap in both quality and quantity, and it is the least favored state!

However, this could not hide Ye Fan's fame in the entire Southern Regions.

Especially after Qingzi arrived, the talk about Ye Fan grew in a straight line.

"Miscellaneous people surnamed Ye, this genius contest is your death date!"

After Qingzi arrived in Fire Spirit City, he directly released cruel words and swore to kill Ye Fan.

As the descendant of the first family in Qingzhou, and known as the first genius in the Southern Regions, Qingzi has repeatedly been deflated in the hands of Ye Fan, which has made him angry, and his father was also killed by Ye Fan, and the revenge of killing his father is not shared!

"Why fear a war?!"

Ye Fan responded strongly.

On this day, Ye Fan and Qingzi did not meet, but the conversation in the air had a strong smell of gunpowder.

This contest is destined to die, and there is more than one!

This is the unanimous opinion of all.

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PS: First update! …… (To be continued.) )