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"All weather can't last forever!" Liang Feng added.

"That's a pity!" Lin Chen was slightly disappointed, but after thinking about it, he was relieved.

If it lasts forever, what if it can be repaid?

It directly means that Wen Xiu has endless powerful helpers!

"I don't know if there is a way to make them survive for a long time, or can they last longer?" Lin Chen was naturally a little unwilling, so he asked anxiously.

"Yes, but you have to wait until you master the chess path method and arrange the black and white virtual and real array!" Liang Feng patted Lin Chen's back and encouraged, "You kid, the chess skill is so high, if the cultivation realm can be improved, you will definitely be able to master the chess method!"

"I'm also looking forward to that day!" Lin Chen smiled slightly, his smile was a little bitter, "It's just that with my cultivation to improve the difficulty, I'm afraid it will take ten years and eight years to break through to the Xuanyuan Realm!"

"Little Brother Lin, you are still modest, you were only in the Acquired Realm when I first saw you, right? How long has it been, and you are already in the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm! Such an increase in speed is really incredible, you are still worried that you will not be able to break through the Xuanyuan Realm!" Liang Feng laughed.

Lin Chen still smiled faintly, because Liang Feng didn't know the situation of his root bones.

"But then again, Lord Liang, do you know why my poems are not worshiped by thousands of Confucians, and they still thunder and split in the sky?" Lin Chen couldn't figure it out, but now he happened to have some leisure, so he asked.

"Forgive me for being lonely and ignorant of it, I don't know!" Liang Feng pondered for a while, and finally shook his head lightly, and suggested, "But this matter, the instrument spirit of the Ink Frost God Crystal Pen should know, you can ask it!"

"It makes sense! It has lived for so many years, and it is estimated that it has followed many masters, so it must be experienced!" Lin Chen nodded heavily, holding the pen in his hand, and then quickly got in touch with Shi Qi.

"Shi Qi, why did you just go?" Lin Chen hurriedly asked.

"I know, master!" Shi Qi was obviously familiar with this, and explained, "Your poems, combined with me, have reached an extremely rare situation of falling purple and vigorous! This kind of scene has never appeared in the Crescent Moon Dynasty or even the Heavenly Fox Dynasty, and those thousands of Confucians naturally don't understand it even more! In the case of unknown reasons, there is no Zihong Confucianism!"

"The pen is purple, it seems to be very powerful!" Lin Chen said smugly.

"I can only say it's okay! But you know, your poem is just a little bit of purple qi, I think I saw someone write the holy book with my own eyes, and finally the purple qi came to the east for 30,000 miles!"

"What? Purple Qi comes from the east for 30,000 miles? This is too exaggerated, isn't it?" Lin Chen opened his mouth and exclaimed, a little incredulous, "My poems are almost at my limit, and I am only so purple! That person's scriptures can come from the east with purple qi for 30,000 miles?"

"Master, how can poetry be compared with the Holy Dao Book Sutra!" Shi Qi put on a posture of teaching, "Poetry and song are small sections, and the Book of Books is the big section! Just like your poem, no matter how strong it is, it can only last for a short period of time, right? But the Book is different, as long as it is not destroyed, it can last forever and suppress the eternal!"

"So, writing scriptures is the king?" Lin Chen finally came to a conclusion.

"That's good!" Shi Qi affirmed.

At the same time, it also muttered in its heart: "Isn't the person who came 30,000 miles from the east of the purple qi the same person who gave you the jade plate! But he doesn't seem to want me to leak a little news to you, so I can only listen to him obediently!"

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The night breeze of early summer blows on everyone's cheeks, as if it is the gentle rubbing of the jade hands of the beautiful woman.

In the enchantment, just after the medicinal effect of the enchanted elixir had passed, Shang, who was blackened all over his body, shook his head a few times before regaining his senses.

"Oops, why does it hurt so much!" As soon as he regained consciousness, he immediately felt a burning pain all over his body, and when he looked down, he realized that he was now, as if he had rolled in the coals just now.

Unspeakably miserable!

Before he could ask what was going on, Lin Chen's cold voice came from his ears: "Willing to lose the bet, Shang, hand over all your treasures!"

It was as if he had been suddenly beaten with a stick, and Shang was stunned.

As soon as I woke up, the whole body was scorched and the skin was black, and the flesh was open, so why did the poetry battle also lose?

This...... It's impossible, right? That's the Wen Saint of our Heavenly Fox Dynasty!

Even if it's just a remnant of divine thoughts, it shouldn't be comparable to Lin Chen, right?

"Mr. Xiao, it can't be true, right?" Shang Chuan said.

"Yes!" Mr. Xiao was angry, and simply replied with such a word.

"Plop!" Shang fell directly to the ground, unconscious.

"Wouldn't it, do you? Want to pretend to faint and dodge?" Lin Chen was furious, and immediately shouted, "The Holy Son of the Heavenly Fox Dynasty has repaid the debt! The big guys can see it clearly, right? This is the style of the Holy Son of the Holy Fox Academy?

Lin Chen's voice was not loud, causing the people in the audience to accuse him of business.

"Don't worry, Lin Chen! we can all testify for you!"

"That's right, this Holy Fox Academy Holy Son is a shame!"

"I used to think how powerful the Holy Fox Academy Holy Son was, but I didn't expect that they were all masters who bet and didn't admit their accounts, and their character was really scum!"

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The words of the people became more and more outrageous, and in the end, they all scolded the character of the Heavenly Fox Emperor.

How can Mr. Chang endure these!

He dragged his sick body and flew to Shang's side, and after probing Shang's situation, he fed him a few pills to swallow, and then used the power of the Dao to help him wake up.

"He was so anxious that he was in a trance, and he fell into a coma, but he didn't pay the bill!" Mr. Chang was obviously more concerned about his reputation, so he said in a cold voice, "Shang, give him all your treasures!"

"Mr. Chang, I ...... I...... I can't bear it!" Shang pleaded.

Let him hand over all the treasures, it must not be as uncomfortable as taking his life!

Now he is not only in pain, but also in his head, and his heart is screaming in pain.

As the Holy Son of the Imperial Dynasty, there are many treasured spiritual weapons and Dao weapons that he has accumulated over the years, which is completely equivalent to asking him to hand over half his life!

"Deliver!" Mr. Chang spat out the word from between his teeth.

"I ......" Shang saw that Mr. Chang had such an attitude, and he didn't dare to defend anymore, so he took off the storage ring, cut off contact, and said in a lamented voice, "That's all!"

Lin Chen looked at Shang's expression of reluctance and love, and felt a burst of happiness.

He smiled and said, "And the pen you hid in your sleeve, leave it for me!"

Shang's wishful thinking was completely shattered......

This exquisite Bacui pen is his most precious Taoist weapon, and he naturally wants to take it away in a foolish way. (To be continued.) )