Those few lines of poetry seem to have unparalleled penetrating power, slowly floating out of all directions through the 10,000-year-old trees.

The air gradually condensed, like undulating waves, and the thick, wide foliage swayed with this wave of air, making a rustling sound that was very pleasant to listen to.

The red flowers and willow green, coupled with the flowing summer breeze, in this dense primeval forest, there is a sense of warmth and indisputability.

Suddenly, Dai Lan's nervousness just now disappeared, and his heart was very happy.

Butler Murray praised in a low voice: "I have always liked the poetry and songs of your Huaxia Kingdom, but I didn't expect that the poem I heard was so magical." Although the poem is full of flowers and wine, it is not cheesy at all. The culture of your Huaxia Kingdom is really powerful. ”

Dai Lan was quite proud, and he thought in his heart, the 5,000-year civilization history of our Chinese country is not comparable to that of ordinary countries! Thinking of this, he said casually: "This poem is the representative work of Tang Bohu, a great genius of the Ming Dynasty. Gorgeous with elegance, style elegant and handsome, put his kind of detachment from the world, put. Uninhibited is vividly embodied. ”

Murray sighed and whispered, "This poem makes people let their guard down, but the frequency of life I receive is very strong. If we don't look for Bristol City, you'll have to take a look here first, Mr. Delan, be careful. ”

"Hmm!" Dai Lan nodded, and walked cautiously in that direction.

Enduring the severe pain in his right arm, and worrying that he might be discovered at any time, Dai Lan walked extra carefully. It took 10 minutes to walk for a little distance.

During this time, none of the people in front of them spoke, and there was only the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds.

"Be careful, stay 20 meters away from them." Murray reminded again.

Dai Lan chose a thick tree trunk that five people hugged together, hid it behind it, and poked out half of his head to look in the direction of the speaker.

It turned out to be a circular clearing, surrounded by uprooted or truncated trees.

"What a powerful means, he actually opened up a battlefield with his bare hands!" Dai Lan sighed in his heart.

Looking at the center of the clearing, there were two people standing impressively.

Murray's prediction was right, one was a Westerner dressed as a typical Western magician. Typical of England, with fuchsia hair, although he is old, his face is full of radiance. The two blue eyes are particularly bright. What is very characteristic is that his eyebrows are also purple-red.

He was exceptionally tall, looking to be about two meters tall. He wore a black cloak with a hat, and he was also dressed in black, except for the bright gold embroidery on the cuffs and shoulders. In his hand he holds a black scepter unique to mages.

Standing opposite him was an authentic Chinese man, wearing a coarse cloth Chinese placket.

It looks like he's at least 70 years old. He has gray hair and a beard, and although his face is wrinkled, he does not feel tired. There is a kind of aura and freedom all over the body. Holding an origami fan in his hand, he looks like a fairy wind bone.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the Chinese man spoke first: "Old man, we have been fighting for the past twenty years, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior every time. This time, no matter what, I, Tang Bohu, want you to know that the Chinese national poetry and songs are amazing! ”

"Tang Bohu! Sure enough, it was him! Dai Lan's heart was shocked, but how could Tang Bohu be here?

"Haha! You're saying it's good, it's good! The Westerner's Chinese language is actually quite good, but the accent is still very stiff: "Today, we are going to distinguish the winners and losers." Is it poetry that is great, or is it our science and magic that is great! ”

"Mr. Dai Lan, you have to watch carefully. The scientific magic that the man refers to is the purpose of the Saine Alliance, which is to use science to explain magic instead of magic. Murray reminded himself.

Linking science and magic is a bold idea.

"Huaxia people, you can shoot!" The Westerner held his staff sideways in front of him and gave a salute first.

Tang Bohu shook the paper fan gently, waved it a few times, and said loudly: "Our Huaxia country is a state of etiquette. Hands-on, always pay attention to courtesy, unlike you, go to sea everywhere to fight. Please! ”

With that, he took a fork in his horse's steps, bowed his legs forward and straightened back, and his hands covered his chest, and he made a defensive gesture.

The magician did not give in, and suddenly raised his staff, and recited a few incantations in his mouth, which Dai Lan could not hear very clearly, and the rhythm seemed to be in early Latin.

It wasn't until the end, when he said "Omega, Alpha, Beta," that Dai Lan was sure that it was Latin. It's just that Dai Lan can only say a few simple words, and he can't understand what he is saying at all.

From the tip of his staff, a thin black smoke appeared, like curling smoke rising, but it formed a neatly arranged small cube in midair, there were as many as 20, and it actually formed a 4 by 5 phalanx.

Dai Lan saw it in his eyes, licked his shriveled lips, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his head, why, the pattern of these black smoke is like a mathematical matrix!

Then, those small black cubes continued to fall from the sky one after another, hitting Tang Bohu at a rapid speed.

When Tang Bohu saw these squares, he smiled indifferently, as if he had been on guard for a long time. Suddenly, I read two Tang poems:

"But make the dragon city fly, don't teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain!"

As soon as Tang Shi blurted out, like an ink painting, a dense rain of smoke immediately formed mountains in front of Tang Bohu. If you look closely, the lofty mountains and mountains are originally composed of heroic souls. One of them, riding an iron-clad war horse and carrying a big gun, took the lead, and he really had the courage to be invincible.

That person was reincarnated!

The mountain range formed by the Tang poem blocked the attack of the Western mage, and in the blink of an eye, the black cube almost disappeared. Even, those warriors in gold and silver armor fought hard with swords and guns in their hands, ready to fight back.

Poetry is a sword and halberd, and geometry is a sword and gun!

How could Dai Lan have seen such a situation, and was speechless by the scene in front of him. This is beyond the scope of his understanding, and with modern science, it cannot be explained in any way.

This is also the first time that little Dai Lan, a 17-year-old modern teenager, has experienced the power of Eastern and Western magic in the Middle Ages.

He gradually realized the feeling of loss when Professor Kim said that he only had 10 moles of inspiration cells in his head.

I don't know, how many inspiration cells people in the Middle Ages would have?

"Attention, Tang Bohu is about to release his ultimate!" Murray felt the aura of the East increase suddenly, and a overwhelming sense of oppression came over him.

Dai Lan leaned tightly on the thick trunk of the tree, staring motionlessly at the two men who were fighting.

Tang Bohu's figure turned, his fingers kept swinging, and his face was covered with a red halo. Then he opened his mouth wide and blurted out in a majestic voice:

"The flying stream is straight down 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!"

I saw a golden light Xiaokai flying out of Tang Bohu's mouth, which happened to be the two sentences of Li Taibai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall". Those small block letters soared into the sky, and after staying for less than a few seconds, a column of water actually fell from the sky, as if the sun, moon and stars had fallen, and smashed directly into the Westerner.

"What a powerful exercise, it turns out that you have already reached the level of a god-level magician." The Western mage was shocked.

However, the Western mage was not in a hurry, shook his staff, and recited a few more Latin incantations.

With limited knowledge, Dai Lan only understood the name "Archimedes", and his heart moved.

At this moment, the magician landed his feet on the ground and flew up from the ground out of thin air. He spread his arms and spun into the column of water that fell from the sky. For a moment, the mage surfaced. On the surface of the water, wandering in the water leisurely. If you look at it, there is not a single drop of water in his black robe.

"Could it be that this mage combines the laws of buoyancy in physics with magic? What a wonderful trick. ”

Hearing Dai Lan's exclamation, the butler Murray hurriedly echoed: "There are indeed some of the most powerful scientists who are magicians themselves. They skillfully blend science and magic to heights that ordinary magicians simply can't reach. ”

As he spoke, there was another change on the battlefield.

The column of water suddenly turned into a silver thread, tightly wrapping the Western mage together while shrinking.

The mage didn't expect such a change, and was shocked. Wielding the staff in his hand vigorously, the words in his mouth were repeated, but this time his speed of speech was much faster.

Pillars of air struck Tang Bohu.

And Tang Bohu is holding a paper fan in his hand, like Zhuge Wuhou who is like a lupine scarf, pointing out the country, and he is not afraid of color at all. A thousand lights burst out from behind him.

The pillars of air collided with the light, making a loud noise, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

Dai Lan felt a lot of blood and almost vomited blood.

"Oops, such a strong aura, it's really breathless!" Murray was disturbed by the aura of the two, which made it difficult for him to breathe: "However, it seems that the Oriental is going to win!" His aura completely overshadowed the magician. ”

After the loud bang, a golden light struck the Western mage, and he fell from the sky and fell to the ground, spitting out a large amount of blood, and his pale face was even more bloodless.

Tang Bohu stood straight and straight, sighing softly, as if he had unloaded the burden of a thousand catties in his heart.

The Western mage coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and said in a trembling voice: "It seems that the poetry and songs of the Chinese country are really powerful, I am not an opponent, I am convinced." But, remember, I'm just the worst god-level magician in England. If it's my teacher who competes with you, it doesn't necessarily mean that whoever wins. ”

Tang Bohu shook his head and said lightly: "I won't compete with you or your teacher anymore, you can go." ”

The Western mage struggled to get up, and a miserable smile appeared on his face: "Thank you for not killing me, of course, you also know that I was seriously injured today and will die soon." Hopefully, we can be friends in the next life. ”

With that, the Western mage staggered away, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

After a long time, Tang Bohu spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and sat down on the ground dejectedly.

The trees fell all around, the sun gradually sank in the west, Tang Bohu's voice seemed to be 10 years old, but the words were clear: "The kid behind the tree, do you think that if I am injured, I can't kill you?!" ”

Hearing this, Dai Lan was shocked and didn't know what to do.