Everyone was dumbfounded, how could something with a half-holy aura shatter so easily?

Although the demi-saint is not immortal, the power containing the holy power is easy to exist as long as it is not eroded by too powerful power.

Although the ruins of this dragon city are dilapidated, there is almost no strong external force, and it is impossible to damage them so easily.

"Yun Fang, you dare to tease the old man!" Lian Pingchao shouted angrily, turned his head suddenly, the red light in his eyes was sheng, the heaven and earth vitality around him shook, and the strong wind scattered.

"Mr. Pingchao said that you are just clumsy!" Fang Yun straightened his waist and replied to Lian Pingchao without fear.

Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth, and all his words were blocked back by Fang Yun, because he had said before that he couldn't blame Fang Yun for looking away, he could only blame himself.

Ye Fangge persuaded: "Lao Lian is so old, and he still has a hot temper. You're just losing a phoenix fire sycamore tree, don't you still have the demon saint fur in your hand?

Lian Pingchao asked slowly: "Yun Fang, the old man asked you, did you know in advance that there was something wrong with this thing?"

Fang Yun asked rhetorically: "Then I also want to ask Mr. Pingchao, do you want this thing, or did I force it to you?"

The entrance to the ruins of Dragon City was surrounded by blood mist, and the vitality was shaken, and in the blood mist, Fang Yun and Lian Pinghu looked at each other, and the other five people closed their lips tightly, and the atmosphere was depressing.

After a while, Lian Pingchao smiled coldly and said: "Since you are teasing the old man, then the friendship with the old man will be broken! When others are in trouble, the old man will definitely help, but if something happens to you, don't blame the old man for standing by!"

"Oh. Fang Yun agreed casually, and the wind was light. He had long known about the Blood Manggu Land, and he didn't have any hope for people like Lian Pingchao at all.

"Hmph!" Lian Pingchao flicked his sleeves and looked at the light curtain that separated the entrance from the ruins.

Liu Shan'a smiled. said: "Then I will start writing "Chang Wu". ”

"Changwu" is one of the oldest poetry collections of the human race, the Book of Songs, which was written by ancient people, and finally compiled and revised by Confucius into "Poems", which became one of the Confucian classics.

This poem is a poem on the march, also known as a poem on a grand line, and it is the only poem that has been handed down to the world. Directly enhance the strength of the human race, some readers will practice repeatedly, once they reach the three realms, it is enough to make the body of an ordinary soldier equivalent to a demon soldier, which is one of the fundamental forces that the human race can fight against the demon barbarians.

The only flaw in this poem is that the rank needs to be too low, if you don't practice repeatedly to increase the realm, the power of the Great Confucian after use is almost the same as that of the Jinshi, and you can only increase the range.

Many scholars or Confucians are studying Zhuangxing poems, but unfortunately only a few people can make high-level Zhuangxing poems. And it can't be handed down.

Therefore, the hand-to-hand poetry has always been the shortcoming of the human race.

"Heming, the king is a minister. Nanzhong Great Ancestor, Master Imperial Father ......"

Liu Shan'a held a great Confucian treasure pen, wrote quickly, the poem became three realms, and the void saint soul appeared.

The pages of the poem burned rapidly, and then turned into a piece of light and penetrated into the bodies of the seven people.

"Click, click, click......"

Fang Yun heard the sound of rapid growth of bones coming from his body. Then he found that his body was full of strength, and his body increased by two inches in a short period of time. The muscles of the whole body bulged and tightened the Hanlin suit.

"Chang Wu" can not only make the Terran strong, but also enhance the Terran's reflexes and other aspects, so even the Great Confucian needs to accept the Zhuangxing before the battle.

Fang Yun felt dizzy in his mind, realizing that he had rarely been exposed to the Three Realms Zhuangxing Poems, and his body was difficult to adapt to for a while. So he put his hand into his clothes and took out the marching pill jointly developed by the farmer, the doctor and the soldier from the drinking river shell, which is said to be refined with the flesh and blood of the leopard demon and the shark demon with abundant life, and eating one pill can guarantee that he will not be hungry for ten days.

Fang Yun ate one and found that he was still hungry and uncomfortable. continued to eat, and finally stopped after eating five grains, and in order to avoid physical accidents, he directly took out a piece of Longgong blood ginseng and put it in his mouth.

The other six scholars had received hundreds of Zhuangxing Poems enhancements, and their bodies were already familiar with this power, unlike Fang Yun's reaction.

Lian Pingchao snorted lightly, his eyes were quite disdainful, Qiu Meng and Tan Hemu shook their heads slightly, they could see that Fang Yun's actual combat experience was too little, and he couldn't even bear the Three Realms Zhuangxing Poems immediately, and going deep into the ruins of Dragon City would inevitably suffer.

Ye Fangge said: "Yun Fang, I see that you don't have much experience, Zhaochen agreed to let you come, I'm afraid it's just to let you see the world, and by the way, let your ancient learning be put to use." After this layer of light curtain, it is the periphery of the ruins, and there will be many battle statues inside, and if we don't pay attention to it at that time, we may not be able to protect you, so I don't recommend you to enter. ”

Even Pingchao interjected: "Therefore, the heavens will descend on the Si people, and they must first suffer their minds and muscles." If he can't even overcome this small difficulty on the periphery of the ruins, he is not worthy of being called a scholar, and he will shrink into the big rear city as a Taiping Hanlin. ”

Fang Yun said indifferently: "Thank you Mr. Fangge for your kindness, as for whether you are worthy of being called a reader, what Mr. Pingchao said doesn't count." The method of children's agitation is useless in me. If you always like to chatter, you should listen to yourself at another time, but this is the ruins of Dragon City, and we are going to the Five Dragons Palace, so it is not suitable for a long speech. ”

Lian Pingchao glared at him and said to the others: "You see, this son is just Hanlin is so arrogant, and he doesn't have the slightest respect for me, an elder and senior, how can he rest assured that he has entered the ruins of Dragon City with such people?"

"Okay, both of them don't say a word, after all, Mr. Ping Chao is experienced and speaks very reasonably, Yun Fang is young and vigorous, and it is harmless. He Mu, your Hanlin Enhancement Poem has been practiced to the second realm, and it depends on you. ”

Tan Hemu nodded lightly and wrote the Hanlin Enhancement Poem "Clothes and Armor" in the Second Realm.

The protection of the war poem is different from the protection of the war poem, the protection is only for one person, while the protection is for a large range of people, the power of the protection war poem is relatively weak, but if it triggers a blockbuster vision, it is not trivial.

Enhancement and protection can overlap.

There is only one "Chang Wu" in the Zhuang Xing poem that has been handed down, and the additional protection poems are better, and the three literary positions of Xiucai, Juren and Hanlin have their own inheritance, but there is no higher literary inheritance and additional protection poems.

After Tan Hemu's poems were completed, there was an extra layer of transparent light armor on the surface of everyone's bodies, which was only as thick as four or five pieces of paper stacked, but it had a stronger protective ability than ordinary steel, and ordinary demon marquis had to attack with all their strength at least twice to defeat it.

For scholars, the poems of strong soldiers and uplifting poems are of little use, and these two poems are sufficient.

"You first summoned some of the soldiers of the war poems, and then entered the light curtain. ”

The seven people all used war poems to call out strong war poetry generals, only Fang Yun's soldiers were less than five white, and the number of war poetry soldiers of the rest was more than two thousand.

Yun Zhaochen waved his hand, and the seven people entered the light curtain under the protection of the war poetry general.

Fang Yun felt as if the light curtain didn't exist, and he easily passed through it.

Seven people arrived at the outskirts of the ruins.

Fang Yun took a closer look, the blood mist in the sky here was even thicker, and the visible distance had dropped to fifteen miles.

Fang Yun compared it to the entrance in his heart, the good thing was that there was no dust here, it seemed to be protected by the power of the Five Dragons Hall, and weapons or items that were not particularly badly damaged could be seen everywhere.

On the bad side, a full ten stone statues as tall as a five-story building rushed over.

(To be continued.) )