The roar came from a distance, but the body had already come to Fang Yu's back with the Wandering Corpse Divine Power.

The speed of the emperor's flying zombie is not comparable to that of ordinary flying zombies, but the speed of the emperor's flying zombie in front of him is particularly outrageous.

If the most powerful part of the Emperor Flying Zombie transformed by Yang Jian's body is in the pair of giant claws with the word "Wang" palm print, then the most powerful part of this Flying Zombie is the pair of yellow and white wings behind him that are different from ordinary flying zombies.

It was supposed to be involved on the other side of Tarzan, and it suddenly appeared here, obviously exceeding everyone's expectations.

Several Jindan period powerhouses, including the Sea Viewing Scholar, used the tip of the pen as the blade, and the ink-colored sword light hit the emperor's stiff body.

But the opponent's zombie body suddenly collapsed, turning into a green corpse gas poisonous mist that wrapped Fang Yu up.

Just as the other party wanted to invade his body through the pores of his mouth and nose, the magic robe on his body suddenly shone brightly, and countless words praising the prosperous scene appeared, turning into word chains to disperse the poisonous mist.

This is the magic weapon-level magic robe [Prosperous Chapter].

The poisonous mist condensed, and the emperor's stiff figure flashed, blocking in front of everyone in Songyang Academy.

Fang Yu was about to put the pen up, and the familiar palm held his wrist again.

"Save your energy."

The Guanhai scholar from Songyang Academy is a strong man who has been famous for a long time, and he just broke through the Jindan period last year, as the master of Fang Yu, the son of the Mandate of Heaven, he was not favored because Fang Yu was the adopted son of the dean.

Since Fang Yu began to practice, he has taught strictly, singing with the dean with a white face and a red face, and after Fang Yu is sensible, he has become Fang Yu's most relied on elder.

even once asked the dean of Songyang Academy, who assumed the role of "mother", to play the lemon, so his persuasion was still listened to by Fang Yu.

"But ......"

"Don't worry, your master and I will definitely send you inside.

Uncles, uncles, uncles, and brothers, don't make a move, Guanhai only broke through the Jindan last year, and the inhibition of the Heavenly Dao has not yet reached its peak, let Guanhai come. ”

Several Jin Dan bowed slightly.

"Senior brother needs to be careful, although this emperor is young, he is the eldest of the five emperors."

"Senior Brother Knows ......"

Looking at the overly young face opposite, obviously with fangs and green pupils, but still couldn't stop his super good looks, Master Guanhai suddenly smiled.

"I'm really curious about what those old stubborn historians think about this, obviously Emperor Zhao of the Han Dynasty who was poisoned to death, not to say that they died of illness."

Fang Yu also smiled when he heard this.

"On the one hand, it is said that Emperor Zhao of the Han Dynasty was physically strong and smart when he was young, and on the other hand, he said that the young Xianwang, who was only twenty years old, could not afford to be ill, and it is really curious how many transactions there were between the Shi family and the Huo family who were responsible for recording back then."

There is competition among hundreds of schools of thought, and Confucian people are of course happy to see historians who stand on the commanding heights of absolute neutrality and criticize themselves all day long being dragged into the water.

"Okay, don't get distracted, get ready."

The master of the sea lifted the brush in his hand, dipped it lightly in the air, and then stroked.

Endless wind and snow swept in the early winter weather, and the scenery of thousands of miles of snow drifting with both the majesty of heaven and the beauty of humanity attacked the emperor who was like a fallen angel.

Danqing magic method, splash ink freehand, solo fishing cold river snow!

The two major scholars of the Celestial Empire, the Mohist specialized in engineering, and more than eighty percent of the scientists in the Celestial Empire came from the Mohist.

Confucianism specializes in writers and artists, and painting and music have long been eclectic by Confucianism.

Roar~

The emperor flew stiff and spread his wings, and the corpse qi infected with dragon luck burst out, blocking the freezing power of the ice and snow cold air.

Suddenly, two roars of strength and rage came.

"The official did it? Are they willing to do it? ”

Hua Sheng forced the courtiers Fei Stiff to retreat with a single shot, and temporarily fixed the Immortal Bone Death Domain with the power of the formation, so as to prevent the Emperor Fei Stiff from getting more amplification, and then said slowly.

"Although the people of the official generation, including my family's boys, are not very successful, they will only prepare plans according to the divination and deduction of the Ziwei faction, and they don't know how to be flexible, they are more than successful, and they are not enterprising enough.

But there is still a little bit of enthusiasm in forcing it, and I have already arranged for the eldest princess of Tai'an to wait outside the council hall before I left.

The eldest princess is very precious to her son, and they can't stop it. ”

"Is the old man so optimistic about Xiaosheng?"

"Although they have doubts about the Son of Destiny because of the defeat of the North and South Mountains, the old man will not.

Under the leadership of the Child of Destiny, this script will not be messed up.

And the Ziwei faction has been too arrogant and stubborn over the years, it's time to punish it, don't think that with Ziwei Xingjun in them, they can do whatever they want, in the Celestial Empire, the imperial power is higher than the way of God! ”

Wow~

A snow-white phoenix is depicted by the brush of the sea watcher, and gradually solidifies.

The roots and feathers are delicate, the demeanor is majestic, and the painting has entered the bones, and this blow definitely has the power of the later stage of Jindan.

Just when the other party was suppressed by the snow scene of the cold river and disturbed by the roar, the ice and snow phoenix turned into a sharp arrow and roared.

Lines~

The ice completely obscured the frozen body.

"Ayu, take advantage of now!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

Waving his hand and writing "Iron Horse Glacier into a dream", more than 100 ironclad cavalry stepped on the wind and snow to clear the obstacles on the road for their masters.

The students behind him also came to help, they didn't have Fang Yu's talent, it was difficult for them to release their inner thoughts with poetry, and they hadn't practiced calligraphy at home, so they couldn't use the tip of the pen to release the sword light of slaying demons and demons.

But the six arts of the gentleman are their daily compulsory courses, only to see one by one Confucian students release their own Danxin iron scrolls, pouring Haoran righteousness into the bow and arrow in their hands, and more than 300 students released 3,000 evil feather arrows in an instant.

The arrows fell from the sky, nailing a group of green zombies to the ground without moving, and there were cavalry riding horses, and a road was really opened for a while.

Fang Yu didn't dare to waste the opportunity, and looked along the translucent enchantment, and the green zombies were rushing over with the three-color zombies, which could be plugged at any time.

The light flashed under his feet, a golden phantom appeared, the displacement magic weapon [Qilin Treading Snow] was activated, and the magic robe on his body turned into a gorgeous chapter again, wrapping him.

With a bang, Fang Yu finally attacked the membrane, and before he had time to look at the surrounding situation, he pulled out the bookboard and wrote down the poem he had planned for a long time.

Although the history of the Celestial Empire in this world is different from that of the previous life, the trajectory of the great man still exists, "Seven Laws: The Long March" has it, and naturally there is also the domineering modern poem that was blown up in the previous life of the Pingya people.

Spring Snow in the Garden

So Pingya people are really pathetic, how do you pretend to be forced?

Literature and music have similar works, the names of large enterprises are all different, even the richest man is not surnamed Ma, where can he make money when he is a minor except for painting those love that cannot be seen?

Other traversing parties can support their families by honestly being a copyist, what about him?

He only has the second dimension to rely on.