As soon as the people of Jingguo heard the topic of the world's masters, they were immediately excited.

"Except for Kong Sheng, who is the default master of the world, no one has become a master of the world, and there has never been a canonization ceremony. Chang Dongyun, a Jinshi who had rushed to the border pass, also entered the upper viewing platform, and he had been presented by Fang Yun with Tibetan Feng poems, and he had repeatedly performed miraculous feats, and was well-known in Jingguo.

"That doesn't get in the way, once Fang Yun becomes a master of the world, the Holy Academy will inevitably carry out a canonization equivalent to the Void Saint level. The master of the world, at least a virtual saint title, at that time, the town of the country was a double void saint title, that is called majesty!"

"Haha, after Fang Xusheng became a Void Saint, the Ten Kingdoms and Hundred Schools gave a big gift, if there is another world teacher, then the Ten Kingdoms and Hundred Schools will give a big gift, and this time the Lei family does not dare not send it. ”

"In this way, I really hope that Fang Yun will be crowned a Void Saint every year, and it won't take many years for the Fang family to hollow out the foundations of each family and become the first family of the human race. ”

"Hahaha......"

Everyone in Jingguo laughed.

The Qingguo seat on the side seemed to have dark clouds pressing on the top, and the clouds were gloomy.

Fang Yun won nine in a row!

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

In every literary battle, Fang Yun showed great strength, winning steadily, relying on the assassins of Lian Shi, the sharp art of war, the plague scriptures, and the talent...... This ninth field, with its powerful protective war poems, is almost different, and it can be called an all-round literati.

Many people in Gyeongkook are already filled with despair.

Before the Cultural War, they decided that the possibility of Fang Yun winning was very small, and it was already great to be able to reach the seventh Cultural War, but Fang Yun had won nine games in a row!

This means that Fang Yun's strength is already on par with Jiu Lao.

Xin Zhi found that the feelings of the people of Qingguo were extremely low, and he snorted coldly and said: "You really have the ambition of others to destroy your own prestige! Yes, now even I have to admit that Fang Zhenguo's strength is no longer weaker than that of the Ten Elders of Jinshi! But you must not forget that Fang Yun is a tired soldier. Talent can be constantly restored, but the power of courage is not much. As for the consumption of will and spirit, when the glory of the people is formed, it already shows a declining trend. ”

Zong Wuyuan added in a deep voice: "What General Xin said is extremely true. Fang Zhenguo fought repeatedly, but Mr. Qu Hange had been resting. Tired and idle, waiting for work, Mr. Qu will undoubtedly win. Not to mention...... I believe that Mr. Qu is 100% sure of winning!"

"Oh?" Qingguo people suddenly lifted their spirits, and they didn't understand why Zong Wuyuan said this.

Zong Wuyuan is not only a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, but also a descendant of the Zong family, and the news is far better than most of the people present.

As soon as Zong Wuyuan finished speaking, everyone heard Zong Jibing talking, so they looked at Fang Yun and Zong Jibing.

"In the tenth cultural battle, you will definitely lose!" Zong Jibing said unceremoniously to Fang Yun.

"Oh, I don't think so, but since the old Jinshi said so, I'd like to hear about it. Fang Yundao.

Zong Jibing smiled and said, "I just know a little more than you, as for what I know, I won't tell you." By now, you're so tired that even if you knew, it would be useless. ”

"Since the Sect Elder Jinshi believes that I will definitely be defeated, why don't you talk about it? Could it be that the Sect Elder Jinshi is using the vertical and horizontal technique on me?" Fang Yun asked suspiciously.

The old man will never say anything, but just tell you to be prepared for failure as soon as possible, and don't wait for the final failure to be unacceptable and sluggish. This Qingguo, you came easily, and it was not easy for you to go!" Zong Jibing turned around and left after speaking.

"Well said!" some young people in Qingguo cheered for Zong Jibing.

"As you deserve to be Mr. Zong, you must not lose your fighting spirit!"

Some people in Qingguo are like grasping at the last straw.

However, most of the Qingguo scholars did not speak, waiting for the last moment, and only Qu Hange's victory was the real victory.

Zong Jibing returned to Qingguo's seat and stood still in front of Qu Hange.

Qu Hange was the oldest among the people, over ninety years old, he wore an ordinary gray-white Confucian crown, his hair was thin, and his face was full of wrinkles and age spots. His eyes were extremely cloudy, even a little yellow, his teeth had fallen out, and his lips were shrunk inward, like a budding chrysanthemum.

Qu Hange's back was a little rickety, and he got up slowly, he couldn't help but feel weak, and it seemed that any person could knock him down.

However, no one dared to underestimate this old man.

In terms of protracted death battles, Qu Hange may not be as good as the sixty or seventy-year-old old Jinshi, and in terms of high-intensity battles, he is not as good as him, but in terms of short-term explosive strength, the older he gets, the stronger he is!

At Qu Hange's age, his will and spirit have been refined to an extremely pure level, and his courage realm may not be high enough, but it is very strong, even if the chirping birds of the same rank have nothing to do with them.

Their tongue and sword, after the baptism of time and battle, is extremely terrifying, even if Fang Yun's tongue sword has a real keel, it is slightly inferior.

If they were to fight with others, they could use the Sword Calling Poem and the Zangfeng Poem, which would be stronger than the current Fang Yun, but in the face of Fang Yun, they couldn't use it, and they would fall behind in terms of verbal and sword-talking.

In Fang Yun's view, Qu Hange's biggest strength is experience, he knows far better than Fang Yun what tactics to use, knows better when to retreat and when to advance, knows more about the choice of battle poems, and knows more about the way to win!

Qu Hange's cloudy old eyes could not see the slightest emotion.

Zong Jibing arched his hand, bowed his head and said: "The last learning skills are not perfect, and you are defeated by Fang Yun, please Mr. Qu go all out, Wen wins Fang Yun, keeps Xiangzhou, and strengthens the prestige of our country!"

"Leave it to the old man!" Qu Hange walked over, stretched out his hand and patted Zong Jibing's shoulder, and slowly walked forward.

Fang Yun and Qu Hange looked at each other.

It wasn't until Qu Hange walked close to Fang Yun that Fang Yun took the initiative to greet: "Junior Fang Yun, I've seen Mr. Qu." ”

After all, this is an old man in his nineties, no matter what, Fang Yun can't be rude.

"Hmph!" Qu Hange snorted lightly, "I, the people of Qingguo, went to participate in the Qixi Festival, why are you Jingguo people doubly humiliated? Why can't you spare people and spare people!"

There was silence in the upper viewing platform.

Among the previous nine Jinshi, either they had a gentle personality or insufficient status, but Qu Hange was extremely stubborn many years ago, and as one of the ten elders of Jinshi, he also had enough status.

This tenth cultural war is very important, and it is about to break out, and at this time, Qu Hange must have bad intentions when he mentions this matter.

Many people from Qingguo and Jingguo clenched their fists.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, everyone in the two countries would have swept away the floor and started a war of scolding.

Some Jingguo people are a little worried, Qu Hange's qualifications are too old, if Fang Yun's answer is too tough, his reputation is not good, and his answer is too weak, it is equivalent to being cowardly before fighting, and it is very likely to be suppressed by Qu Hange's momentum.

Fang Yun looked at Qu Hange, and only said after a while: "Because, Qingguo has never spared me Jingguo!"

"Well said!" shouted many Jingguo people, and they supported Fang Yun to vent their anger against Qingguo.

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