The seventh-level martial artist Xue Nu's delicate body trembled.

"This is nothing, Song Xuan said, back then, everyone in Zhuang wrote poems on a snowy night, and more than 100 people made wedding dresses, which was enough to make more than a dozen high-level martial artists on the Xuanwu Continent, this "Song of Long Hatred" is not much better than the top poems of Zhuang everyone, and it is normal to be able to achieve such an effect Lin Feng smiled.

Seeing Ye Zi smile happily, his eyebrows finally relaxed.

"Everyone only has one chance to sacrifice once a year, and this girl's opportunity has been used up, and she can't sacrifice anymore

The strong man's phantom turned his head, looked at Xue Nu and smiled, "Little girl, if you also have a good masterpiece, you can also take it out and sacrifice it, as long as your literary skills are good enough, it is extremely easy to reach the seventh level of martial arts."

"However, if the poem fails to meet my requirements, it will be punished by deprivation of strength and longevity

The strong man looked extremely kind at this time, looking harmless to humans and animals, if this appearance was seen by the Seven Sages of Xiaoshan, his eyes would definitely fall to the ground.

They are also the owners of the Wending token, and they also have the right to sacrifice here, but the guardian of this Wending has always been high-minded, and it seems that they have no feelings of their own at all.

"Lin Feng, I also want the long-legged girl to look at Lin Feng and say impatiently.

Lin Feng nodded, took out another piece of rice paper, and wrote it on it.

......

There are a total of nine palaces around the statue of the beast god, called the Jiuding Palace, and the one where they are now is the Wending Palace, which is the place where poetry and songs are exchanged for power.

The exchange of poetry and song for power here is the so-called "sacrifice", and poetry and poetry are naturally sacrifices.

If you want to enter this hall, having the token "Wending" is the primary condition, of course, it is not a random crooked poem that can be exchanged for power here, if the "sacrifice" does not reach the required level, the sacrificer will not only not be able to obtain power, but will pay a great price, and may even endanger life.

These things were all things that Lin Feng naturally learned after arriving in this city, because he was the owner of the token Wending, so he would know these things.

Of course, in fact, he knew more from the mysterious chestnut-haired girl, but some things were a little shocking when it came to them, and even he didn't want to believe it, so naturally he wouldn't mention it to the two beautiful girls.

The so-called sacrifice of this Wending ruins is basically exactly the same as Zhuang Lao's guess before, and after learning about this, Lin Feng also admires his master a little more.

I am not born to know the existence at all, but it is just a vain name, and the real existence of being born to know is this extremely obscene old thing.

Zhuang Lao has already made a detailed classification of the poems in Lin Feng's memory, Lin Feng will naturally not make any more oolongs now, the song "Song of Long Hatred" recited by Ye Zi was marked as "Jiashang" in Zhuang Lao's classification, which means a first-class masterpiece, and it really passed the sacrifice smoothly, so that Ye Zi, who was originally a third-level martial artist, was directly promoted to four levels in a row and became a powerful seventh-level martial artist.

This one written for Xuenu will naturally not be a mediocre work.

This is also a long poem marked by Zhuang Lao as "Jiashang", and the name is called "Round Song".

"Dinghu was a resignation from the world, broke the enemy and took the jade pass under Beijing, wept and wept for the six armies, rushed to the crown and was angry for the red face, the red face was not my love, and the rebel thief died from the desolation feast......"

Like Ye Zi before, Xue Nu didn't understand the meaning of many of the words in this long poem, but her voice was extremely crisp and beautiful, chanting in a low voice, as wonderful as a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

In fact, Lin Feng also didn't understand the meaning of this poem, and he didn't know where Dinghu was, what Yuguan was, these poems of Master were all so inexplicable, and even many of the poems in the "Complete Works of Zhuang Family" handed down by Master were like this.

However, looking at the smiling face of the strong man's phantom, Lin Feng understood that Master's vision was definitely good.

Although this old man can only copy poems, his ability to distinguish between good and bad is much stronger than him, and obviously this "round song" will also bring extremely powerful power to Xuenu.

"The will of the sky is even in the palace, the bright eyes and bright teeth are not regretted, and the closed family of Yongxiang is recaptured, and the new voice of the new religion is poured into the guest ......"

"The bones of the whole family have turned into dust, and a generation of red makeup shines with sweat and ......"

“......”

Xue Nu's chanting sounded like it had a unique charm, and although it had paused, it seemed to have a lingering sound.

Lin Feng had never found out that Xue Nu still had such skills, so he couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and even Ye Zi looked at Xue Nu's gaze, which was a little more brilliant.

The long-legged girl didn't feel how good her chanting was, and after she finished chanting, she looked at the phantom of the strong man in armor, and her little face was full of anticipation.

"Very good, very good, the strong man's phantom was elated, laughing," this "round song", finally filled another vacancy, this sacrifice is extremely superior, little girl, accept the power given by the beast god

After saying that, a pale green light emanated from between his foreheads again, falling on the eyebrows of the long-legged girl.

The breath on the long-legged girl's body began to rise rapidly, and she felt that her whole body and mind were warm, as if the young son had returned to her mother's arms, and her beautiful little face couldn't help but show a happy smile.

Fill a vacancy Lin Feng's eyes flashed slightly, as if he had touched something from the depths of his memory, he tried to grasp it, but he had no clue.

......

The time for Xue Nu to obtain energy was slightly shorter than Ye Zi's, but her original level was much higher than Ye Zi's, and when the light green light completely disappeared, Xue Nu also successfully stepped into the ranks of seventh-level martial artists.

In terms of the power of the aura, Xue Nu and Ye Zi are still a lot behind, after the sacrifice is completed, Xue Nu has just reached the threshold of a seventh-level martial artist, while Ye Zi is already extremely close to an eighth-level martial artist.

Obviously, Lin Feng is still biased, "Song of Long Hatred" is still a lot stronger than "Yuanyuanqu", after all, for him, Ye Zi is the most important.

However, Xue Nu has a natural transformation ability, and when it comes to real combat power, the two beautiful girls are now comparable.

"It's really good, haha, I should go, at this time next year, welcome to come here again The strong man phantom smiled, and his words were extraordinarily much today.

Don't worry, Xue Nu hurriedly shouted, pointing at Lin Feng, "He hasn't sacrificed yet."

His strong man phantom glanced at Lin Feng, and there was a hint of respect in his voice, "No one can bear his sacrifice, Wending Hall can't, and other places can't, hehe."

After speaking, the phantom of the strong man gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely.

"What do you mean, the long-legged girl pouted, "Why can't Lin Feng be sacrificed, what the hell is going on."

Ye Zi was silent, glanced at the mural of the scaly young man on the dome, and couldn't help but show a little sadness on his eyebrows.

Lin Feng took out Wen Ding from the altar and put it in his arms.

He knew from the beginning that he couldn't rely on Wending to gain strength.

However, his current strength is already extremely powerful, and this power comes completely from the chestnut-haired girl, from that unforgettable ** moment.

Ye Zi first became a seventh-level martial artist, so he discovered this earlier.

And at this time, the long-legged girl finally reacted.

The badass long-legged girl glared, "When did you become so powerful, it seems that people still can't catch up with you."

......

Xiaoshan, a hidden cave blessed land.

Under the ancient tree, an old man in a high-crowned costume and a beautiful woman are playing against each other.

He moved the old man a pawn and laughed, "Holy Maiden, you have lost again."

The beautiful and clear woman looked at it, and said with a cold smile: "Brother Mo is a god, my little sister is ashamed, this two-yuan liquid is yours Brother Mo."

After speaking, with a wave of the jade hand, a small jade bottle flew towards the old man opposite.

The old man laughed, unceremoniously put away the jade bottle, looked at the Qingling woman and said with a light smile: "It has only been more than thirty years since Yu Zhidie created this chess game when he was in Xiaozhou Academy

"Even this time, it's not too much, just ten pounds of Qingling woman smiled lightly, "Little sister's skills are not as good as others, I am willing to gamble and lose, and I have to complain about others."

"The saint has always been full of wisdom and calculation, and the old man is willing to bow to the wind, if the saint will lose to the old man so many times in this little chess game, the old man will definitely not believe it

The old man knocked on the chess pieces and said with a smile, "Ten catties of yuan liquid, for us and the seven sages of Xiaoshan, it is not a small number, the saint shows favor to the old man like this, why, she has already lost ten catties of yuan liquid, the old man has received such a large fortune from the saint out of thin air, and his heart is naturally uneasy, the saint should tell the old man the reason now."

Brother Mo is a cheerful person, the so-called Ming people don't say secret words in front of the Qingling woman smiled lightly, "But the purpose of my goodwill to Brother Mo, Brother Mo knows it, and he can understand it, so why let me say it."

The high-crowned old man knocked on the chess pieces and said with a smile, "Holy Maiden, the head of the Seven Sages is just a false name, and it is really so important."

"Brother Mo, do you really think it's just a false name, the Qingling woman smiled faintly.

The old man smiled and continued to tap the chess pieces gently: "Holy Maiden, frankly speaking, if you want to challenge Baishi, I don't think you have much chance of winning

"Regardless of whether there is a chance of winning or not, I must succeed in the challenge this time, because of the position of the head of the seven sages, I can no longer wait for a cold glint in the eyes of the Qingling woman.

The high-crowned old man smiled faintly and didn't care.

"Brother Mo, if it was before, I naturally didn't have the certainty of challenging Baishi, even if I added you, I was also not sure, but now, hehe, things have changed, Brother Mo, don't you want to gamble with me."

"I want to know your chips, the high-crowned old man raised his eyelids and said.

Lin Feng Qingling said.

"You said the boy who was born to know

The old man with the high crown flashed his eyes, "Holy Maiden, it's not just you, which of the Seven Sages of Xiaoshan is not staring at this kid and wants to benefit from him, but you are not the only one, I won't tell you, the old man has been waiting for the right opportunity."

I naturally know this, but what a beautiful and pure woman smiled faintly, "Among the seven sages of Xiaoshan, I am the only woman, and this is my advantage."

"Holy Maiden, do you want to ......" The high-crowned old man was dumbfounded, "You are the Holy Maiden of Huangliang Pavilion, don't tell me that you want to do that."

"Brother Mo, you are a man Qingling woman smiled faintly, "From your man's point of view, I am sure that I will succeed in winning over that kid."

The high-crowned old man was silent for a moment, glanced at the peerless woman who was as holy as a snow lotus on the opposite side, and said with a wry smile: "Ten percent."

The woman smiled happily, "Ten percent sure...... Brother Mo, don't you want to gamble with me?

After speaking, the woman smiled lightly and stood up.

"Brother Mo, think about it

In the crisp laughter, the woman's figure had disappeared without a trace.

The high-crowned old man stood for a moment and smiled bitterly.

"What the way of the world

"Even the holy daughter of Huangliang Pavilion is ready to betray her appearance......"

"This size, it seems that the old man has to gamble if he doesn't gamble

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