"Do not do to others what you do not want, and if you do not do it, you will ask for yourself!" At the critical moment, Zhao Mingcheng felt that he should make a move, and the Great Sage's mantra was directly smashed!

The Holy Word Battle Seal was really powerful, and instantly emitted a stream of scattered holy light, which instantly rebounded back the twelve arrow feathers, "pounced", and at the same time, the sound of sharp arrows piercing flesh came. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The Great Sage's Mantra!" The old man in Tsing Yi and Zhang Yuanshan exclaimed at the same time, they definitely heard it right just now, they actually heard the recitation of Saint Kong and Saint Meng at the same time in the void, the voices of the two saints were too familiar to them, and they would never hear it wrong!

"Who is this person?" After the two were surprised, they tacitly thought of this question again, the person who could not be found under the noses of the two university scholars, this person must be a master above the Confucian level.

The difference is that Zhang Yuanshan saw that as soon as this person's holy word seal came out, he helped himself easily eliminate the other party's twelve arrow feather guards, and his heart was ecstatic, and the person who came should be a friend rather than an enemy.

And the old man in Tsing Yi is a bitter gourd hanging on his face, and the person in front of him is obviously on the opposite tree, but he can't sense his existence at all, what is going on?

The only explanation is that the other party's achievements are more than one step higher than his own, but after the recovery of the heart, Tang's great responsibility supported him without courage, and decided to use the name of Empress Li, "I don't know who the predecessor is?" After Tang Li Yu, the supervisor Wang Yifei was polite! ”

"Nantang Li Yu?" Hearing that this person officially reported his name, Zhao Mingcheng was still a little shocked, this person's poetry was very appreciated by Zhao Mingcheng in his previous life, but now, he should be more than a hundred years old, although he has the strength to impact the demi-saint, but does he still have time to be an emperor? It can't be the people below who are pulling his banner and doing nonsense, right?

"I also appreciate the poems of the queen master, but the queen is old, and he should be seizing the time to work hard to impact the half-holy mirror, how can he have time to disturb the rivers and lakes?" Zhao Mingcheng coldly raised his question on the tree.

The old man in Tsing Yi was looking for prestige at this time, only to see a young man standing on a big tree not far away, and then take a closer look, this person turned out to be just a child's realm, and there was no Wending in his body at all.

"Damn, which family's little baby actually stole the family's most precious pretending saint, you are looking for death!" After seeing the details of the person, the old man in Tsing Yi almost died of blood spraying, and he was actually frightened by a little baby.

Zhang Yuanshan also stumbled, from the expectation of the appearance of the 'Holy Word War Seal' just now, to the appearance of a naughty boy, he found that he hadn't been stimulated and fainted, it was too cruel, right?

couldn't help but straighten his eyes, covered his heart with one hand and gasped, and really wanted to scold: You are numb, you actually play the reincarnation of the holy child, don't test my little heart!

When Zhao Mingcheng saw the eyes of the two bigwigs looking at him, he knew that he had taken a stinky move, what did he do if he had nothing to do in the war at the university sergeant level? But at the moment, the 'Holy Word War Seal' rebounded and killed the opponent's arrows and feathers, and the great feud had been brewed, so he had to stand firmly and say: "The sage said: Do not do to ......others what you do not want to be done to yourself."

"Don't be big! Ancient Holy Inkstone, give it to me, and all the people who hinder our revival of the Southern Tang Dynasty have all been cleared for me! "Wang Yifei, the old man in Tsing Yi, squirted out a mouthful of essence blood fiercely, which is the energy of burning the 'Iron Blood Pill Heart' to bless the holy inkstone.

Sure enough, the inkstone pond, which was originally blocked by the ink dragon with death, suddenly flourished with ink light, and gradually had the potential to quickly melt the ink dragon.

Zhang Yu couldn't help but increase the pressure, or underestimated this person, the holy inkstone is the natural enemy of the entire ink-making clan, no matter how hard he tries, he will only hold on for a few breaths at most, unless his Mobao is a higher realm Mobao Golden Dragon, he can barely be an enemy, and he can't help but say: "Zhang Xian, quickly take this person and the patriarch first, I can't hold on anymore!" ”

Zhang Yuanshan also knew that it would be difficult to escape today, so he arched his hand to Zhao Mingcheng: "Thank you for this little brother who blocked an arrow for us just now, but right now, this person's holy inkstone is very powerful, I'm afraid that Yu'er is about to be unstoppable, alas, it's a pity that Yu'er's Mobao Canglong has not practiced to the Golden Dragon Realm, otherwise our Zhang family wouldn't have to be so embarrassed, begging the little brother to take Zhang Xian's brothers and sisters out of the forest, our Zhang family must feel inexhaustible!" ”

Can the three of them escape from the pursuit of the university masters? Zhao Mingcheng didn't have this confidence, and now that everyone still has the strength to fight, he asked without giving up: "If we are chased and killed by the scholars, we will die!" Patriarch, is there a way to break the enemy? ”

Zhang Yuanshan also knew that even if they escaped, they would face the pursuit of Empress Li's main forces in the future, and they would definitely be more than lucky, seeing that the cooldown time of the Great Confucian War Words in his hand had not yet arrived, he sighed helplessly: "The Ancient Holy Inkstone is very powerful, unless you can recite the battle poem that blesses the ink dragon, and expect the ink dragon to polish the opponent's control talent!" ”

Zhao Mingcheng found that the old man in Tsing Yi had the blessing of the holy inkstone, and the man in the grass in the distance shot three ink feather arrows to no avail, it seems that only by taking advantage of the ink dragon in the inkstone pond has not yet returned to its original form, and blessed it with talent, so as to polish the talent used by the old man in Tsing Yi to control the holy inkstone, there is a glimmer of life!

There are many poems in Yongmo, Zhao Mingcheng doesn't know if there is an effect of blessing Baomo's talent, and he can't wait now, so he recited casually:

Vimo Residence. The sun is full of colorful flowers and rain. More memorable. Ten miles of Qingfen fragrant.

Back then, Fu Fu. By asking for money, that is used. What a return. Baomo shines brightly.

The last sentence of 'Bao Mo is long and long', the poems condensed in the air suddenly have orange light, and the ink dragon that is about to be consumed in the inkstone pond is about to appear in its original form as soon as possible, and suddenly let out a long groan, and these golden lights were sucked out by it, and then the ink dragon was a lot more energetic, and his body was a little thicker again.

The old man in Tsing Yi didn't expect this boy to casually chant the poem of "Ten Miles of Famousness", and the last sentence was naturally blessed with the meaning of ink light, and he couldn't help hating this person to death, and he was unwilling to squirt out a mouthful of essence and blood.

Zhao Mingcheng didn't expect this person to be ruthless enough, he really didn't want to play like crazy, and he couldn't help but think that he still had the purple gold merit qi fed back by the Golden Dragon Prince in his body, both of them are dragons, although the quality origin is different, but, it is also in the shape of a dragon, maybe it will help, right?

Directly learn from the old man in Tsing Yi spewed out a breath to bless the ink dragon in the inkstone pool, Mobao Canglong was suddenly surrounded by this abrupt gas, first the whole body was stunned, and then the spirit was radiant, "Woo" A long roar roared out of the world, and a tail shook off the sucking inkstone pond and rushed to the sky, and the next breath directly hit the old man in Tsing Yi.

In the air, the Mobao Canglong was full of golden light, and a purple gold halo naturally revealed from the body, and finally, it turned into a black ink ingot with a purple gold tattoo and landed on his hand after it circled around Zhao Mingcheng nine times very spiritually.

This is? In front of the original owner, it's not good for you to elope with me like this!

Zhao Mingcheng felt a very kind ink treasure coming from the palm of his hand, and he really couldn't put it down, but looking at the three stunned Zhang family members in front of him, he felt that it was better to return this ink ingot to them, but what kind of 'ancient holy inkstone' had become an ownerless thing at this time, and he could pick it up as a trophy.

"Childe is really talented, I didn't expect a poem of 'Ten Miles of Fame' to directly bless my family's Mobao Canglong into a Mobao Golden Dragon, and it is also the top Purple Gold Dragon, please accept Zhang Yu's worship! I haven't asked my son's surname yet! ”

The most stimulated is Zhang Yu, as the next head of the Zhang family, his way of making ink has also reached its peak, this ink treasure dragon is his handiwork, but wanting to further upgrade has always been his goal, I didn't expect this person to do it so casually, not only upgraded it to the ink treasure golden dragon, but this guy is also very spiritually playing nine turns to recognize the master.

A piece of Mobao Golden Dragon with a spiritual ink soul is not inferior to the primary Confucian war painting, this is rumored out of the rivers and lakes, is it good to cause chaos in the ink road?

Zhao Mingcheng knew that these people were the masters of the ink-making family who could make Li Houzhu destroy at any cost, so he didn't mind forming a good fate, and arched his hand: "Under Zhao Mingcheng, a wandering child in the rivers and lakes, he can't stand the worship of the head of the Zhang family, and I am fortunate to meet here today, which is fate...... Oh, by the way, this ink treasure somehow fell into my hands, come, you guys take it! He handed it back!