Ao Huang found that he had said something wrong, so he hurriedly closed his mouth and lowered his head.

Meng Tong took a deep breath and said, "Fang Yun, you know your situation best at this moment. If you hand over the dragon ginseng, my Meng family will do their best to help you, if you don't hand it over, there is no hope. ”

"If your Meng family can help me, you won't be so excited about dragon ginseng. Fang Yun said in one word, breaking the reality of the Meng family.

The Meng family was furious, but they could only endure it.

Meng Tong's eyelids drooped, squinting, as if looking at the ground, and after a while, he looked at Fang Yun and said, "In this way, Fang Zhenguo refuses to return my Meng family's things?"

Behind Meng Tong, an old jinshi who was over fifty years old had been keeping his head down, and suddenly looked up at Fang Yun at this moment.

Fang Yun instinctively felt frightened in his heart, and subconsciously looked at the old jinshi.

In the eyes is a mountain of demon corpses, and the eyes are full of rivers of demon blood.

Fang Yun hurriedly blinked, the vision in front of him disappeared, and the old jinshi lowered his head again, at first glance it was just an old jinshi with gray hair and wearing a torn sword suit.

Fang Yun's mind was in a hurry, and he quickly guessed the identity of the old man.

The saint families will select some scholars with limited talent but strong will, and train them to become jinshi.

After that, these people will be sent to dangerous places such as the Two Realms Mountain, the Ancient Land of the Deserted City, or the Zhenhell Sea, and let them fight against the demons day and night.

These people were barely able to become Hanlin at a very old age, and they had no hope of becoming a scholar for the rest of their lives, but they had combat experience and life and death experience that the scholars of the Shengyuan Continent could never match.

This kind of Jinshi has been fighting with demons for more than twenty years without dying, and the Holy Court will give them the title of "Bloody Warriors", not only because of their merits. is even more because the strength of these bloody people far exceeds that of young people in the same literary position.

Even if he is a proud son of heaven like the Seven Jinshi of the Holy Academy, he has the resources of all the Holy Families to cultivate him. If they fight to the death, they are far from being the opponents of these bloody people.

Twenty or thirty years of accumulation. More than any talent.

Jinshi and Hanlin are the backbone of the human race, and the bloody people are the mainstay of the backbone, the Dinghai Divine Needle.

The strength of this kind of bloody jinshi is very terrifying, the winning rate of the Terran jinshi against the demon marquis is generally five or five, and the winning rate of the higher demon marquis is almost 0, but even if the bloody jinshi fights against the demon marquis, the winning rate is as high as seventy!

In other words, the strength of the Bloody Jinshi surpasses that of ordinary Hanlin in an all-round way, and only those who have repeatedly participated in the war and have been a Hanlin for more than ten years can remain undefeated in front of the Bloody Jinshi.

Ordinary scholars pursue the holy way and read scriptures and righteous articles. The benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom, faith, loyalty and courage learned, but these bloody jinshi are different.

They only learn "bravery", and in order to protect the human race, they give up a qiē and take "killing", which is the real killing of oneself and sacrifice one's life for righteousness.

The bloody jinshi was not external to the inside, and the Xun family would rather bear being pressed by Fang Yunwen that day, rather than let the bloody jinshi surrender to fight with Fang Yunwen.

Now that the Meng family has brought a bloody jinshi, it is already a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry.

Fang Yun even suspected that this old man was not only a bloody jinshi. may also be the only poet maniac in the Meng family, Meng Qiu.

Meng Qiu has cultivated the battle poem "Canglang Xing" to the three realms, reaching the level of calling the saint, and the poem will inevitably be blessed by the power of the void saint.

As for his Jinshi battle poems. must have reached the second realm and possess a poetic soul, which is one of the main reasons why the bloody jinshi is strong.

Fang Yun knows. The Bloody Jinshi will not only practice the poems of killing the enemy to the second realm, but also practice various types of poems such as protective poems, strong soldier poems, and swift poems to the second realm. The superposition of the power of various poems in the two realms will become a nightmare for readers of the same literary level.

The dragon scales on Ao Huang's neck stand upright. also glanced at the bloody jinshi, revealing a fierce expression, and could start a war at any time.

"That's not the Meng family's thing, it's our fortune's thing!" Fang Yun's words were categorical, as if he hadn't seen the bloody Jinshi at all.

"It's what you snatched from Meng Lintang!" Meng Tong said.

Fang Yun smiled indifferently and said, "A dignified scholar is like a child bickering, and the Meng family is really in decline." Yes, the fierce monarch is the one who I personally scolded him to the point that his courage was shattered and the palace collapsed, what can you do to me!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he looked at the bloody jinshi, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword flashed in his eyes, the edge was as sharp as before, and it did not lose a bit!

Ao Huang rolled his eyes, Fang Yun was now the Tongue Sword Jinshi, and the first thought of encountering the enemy was to fight instead of retreating, and no one could stop him.

The bloody jinshi raised his head again and looked at Fang Yun expressionlessly, the wrinkles on his face were like rock crevices chiseled by an axe, clearly visible, and his eyes were extremely dull.

No edge, no rays.

Meng Tong stared at Fang Yun for a long time, then took out a document from Hanhu Bei and said, "Since this is the case, then I will read out the order of the head of the Meng Holy Family." Jiangzhou Fangyun started from the cold ...... I don't know how to worship the saints, and I don't know how to be virtuous...... Selfish desires are full of heaven, and evil hearts are reclaimed from the sea......"

Meng Tong read a thousand words, and finally officially listed Fang Yun as the enemy of the family.

At the moment when Meng Tong finished reciting the documents, Fang Yun only felt that his eyes were dark, the world was misty, and a great force pressed on him, and then he felt that there seemed to be dark clouds in the sky above the Wen Palace, and the wind was miserable.

The saint family is the foundation of the human race, once the enemy of the family is established, it is an unbreakable dilemma, unless there is a half-saint golden pen abolished, otherwise it will always be like a shackle wrapped around Fang Yun's body.

As long as Fang Yun is within the sphere of influence of the Terran race, the power of Yiqiē will be suppressed, and if there is a slight problem with his mind, the Wen Palace will be damaged.

Fang Yun was always smiling, there was a faint trace of disdain in his eyes, under the threat of the Moon Tree Divine Punishment, the suppression of the enemies of the family was nothing at all.

Meng Tong said: "You are the enemy of the family, and my Meng family will first eliminate the harm of the human race, so that you can know the essence of the half-saint family." Vengeance. ”

"In. Bloody Jin Shi Meng Qiu stepped forward, and was about to walk in front of Fang Yun when a voice came from the sky.

"Fang Yun, your door is very lively. ”

Thunder fell from the sky, and light blue arcs of lightning flashed in the air, which was terrifying.

Everyone hurriedly looked up, and saw three green clouds in the sky, the first one wearing a purple robe, followed by two Tsing Yi scholars.

The big Confucian had black hair, a majestic gaze, and a flash of thunder in his eyes.

Fang Yun only recognized one of them, Yan Scholar, this person was the second disciple of the Eastern Sage, who had been in the Eastern Sacred Pavilion for many years, and when he came out of the Holy Ruins that day, Fang Yun met with the Yan Scholar, and it was he who deposited the treasures that Fang Yun had obtained from the Holy Ruins in the Eastern Sacred Pavilion.

As for this great Confucian, Fang Yun had never seen it, but he had a sense of familiarity.

Meng Tong hurriedly bowed down and said, "I've seen Mr. Ye." ”

As soon as Fang Yun heard this person's surname Ye, he understood, this person turned out to be Listening to Lei Daru Ye Hongyu, who was ambushed by the demon clan on the way to participate in the lifting test that day, and those demon barbarians were killed by this Tinglei Ancient Sword with one sword, and the second sword opened up a deep ditch one mile long.

Fang Yun then said: "Thank you for listening to Lei Daru's rescue." ”

That night, Hongyu smiled slightly and said, "I came here to verify the poetry ancestor, and I have nothing to do with it, so I will step back for the time being." ”

Ye Hongyu's previous sentence is as warm as the spring sun, but the latter sentence is as powerful as winter thunder.

Everyone in the Meng family didn't even dare to hesitate, and retreated honestly, the fool knew that Dongsheng Pavilion and this Listening to Lei Daru had a temper, if they obstructed it at such a time, the other party would really dare to cut it down with a sword.

This great Confucian is a thunderbolt who has been slashed for ten years. (To be continued......)