"Senior Brother Jianyi, ...... you" The girl in Tsing Yi who was carrying the long sword on her back frowned, and then glanced at the red paint coldly.

After the young man named Jian Yi came back to his senses, his expression became unwavering, and he looked at the next few people in Qiu Shuiming, and then turned to look at the three stone tablets.

At this time, the earth shook suddenly, and the earth-shattering roar dispersed, but one of the three hundred-zhang high formation foundation stones in front of the crowd exploded into a sky full of ink mist.

The crowd suddenly boiled.

"It is worthy of being the famous Moon Boy in the Middle Domain, as soon as the poem was mentioned, it was recognized by the array spirit and the poem tablet was broken. ”

"The poem tablet is broken, who can go to the inscription to break the word tablet!"

"Don't worry, the first batch of people from the Jiang family who came to break the formation broke the halberd and sank into the sand, I heard that there is a big man who will bring the masters of Buddhism and the great Confucian of Taoism to come, and he will definitely be able to break this book array!"

The crowd was discussing, but in front of the exploding Baizhang stone stele, a handsome young man with a folding fan was suspended in the air, surrounded by large golden characters and inky mist.

After the Baizhang Poetry Tablet exploded, it turned into golden runes and ink mist, all of which drilled into his body, and at the same time, the cultivation aura on his body continued to rise, obviously getting a great benefit, and he was about to break through the cultivation realm.

In the crowd, there were constantly some women's exclamations.

"So handsome!" Cancan, lacquered, the three of them suddenly showed little stars in their eyes, staring at the moon boy suspended in mid-air, as if they were stunned.

Especially Bai Cancan, at this moment, he seemed to see the true destiny, and his face was red with excitement.

Xiao Bameng on the stretcher slapped Qiu Shuiming's buttocks, hating iron and steel: "Childe, if you are so lazy and mediocre, the three sisters will be abducted by others!"

After saying this, Xiaoba himself also stared at Langyue Gongzi, and smacked his lips and said, "Heirloom poems can be written, and people look like this, oops, what should I do if I am also moved!"

Qiu Shuiming couldn't help but feel speechless, and said sourly: "Isn't it just a poem that has broken the poetry monument? This young master is full of economy, how many poems of this level are good, you, Yan Dog, Ben Shao's white hair is better than snow, slender and strong, handsome and compelling, Yushu Lingfeng, just low-key, low-key understand?"

"Hehe!" A piercing sneer sounded out out of place, but I saw the girl in green clothes from the Sword Sect pouting and stepping forward, staring at Qiu Shui Ming and shaking her head: "My Ji Hongyan is so big, it's the first time I've seen you so shameless, and you can only use poison!"

Qiu Shuiming smiled indifferently, and said lightly: "No wonder the temper is so bad, it turns out that he was born in the Ji clan of the Central Domain, by the way, this son remembers that Ji Honglie mentioned that he had a ninth sister in his family, and her temper is more stinky than the stones in the pit, can't it be you?"

Ji Hongyan's face suddenly turned cold, and she snorted: "You are the stone in the pit! Also, don't put gold on your face, my eldest brother is the holy son of the Ji family, and his identity is comparable to that of the prince of the Boundless Divine Kingdom, so you are worthy of talking to him!"

"There is!" A whisper waved, but when he saw the sword on the side, his eyebrows relaxed, as if the doubts in his heart had been solved, his expression was happy, his feet stepped on the void, and he walked towards the second word tablet, obviously preparing to go to the teleprompter broken tablet.

"Don't talk to you about waste, lay on a stretcher of waste. Seeing that the sword broke the formation, Ji Hongyan immediately turned around, clenching her fists and blushing with excitement.

Qiu Shuiming couldn't help but be speechless, sure enough, he was spoiled by the eldest lady's temper, and when he turned around, his face suddenly turned dark!

I saw that Cancan, Qi Qi, Qingqing and Xiao Eighty-four who had just shown a nymphomaniac appearance to the young man of the moon, and at this moment, they all looked at the senior brother of the Sword Sect who flew towards the word tablet.

An indescribable feeling arises spontaneously, just like the sadness of my daughter who is about to be taken away by another man!

"It's really a beep dog!" Qiu Shuiming was a little crazy in her heart, girls are really born with the attribute of worshipping the strong.

Looking at those young talents with tall postures, handsome facial features, and a strong atmosphere, and then looking at himself lying on a stretcher with white hair, Qiu Shuiming found that he seemed to look like a waste in other aspects except for his good looks.

"A few little girls, if they hadn't practiced Dead Wood and Immovable Zen, how could it be the turn of these people to pretend to be thirteen!" Qiu Shui Ming said to himself, as a traverser, wouldn't it be trivial to copy poems?

As soon as the sword flew over the crowd, stepping on the void, the three-foot green blade in his hand danced, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and immediately a piercing sound sounded from the hundred-zhang stone tablet.

A large iron painting like a silver hook appeared on the tablet of words.

"Falling flowers are like snow, drifting like flocculents, I will give my heart to the Yiren, in exchange for a thousand cups of sorrow, infatuated and tired, amorous and bitter, if ruthless and lonely, I ...... alone"

With the appearance of big characters one by one, the surrounding heaven and earth were actually sword qi, and the air suddenly became a little colder, until finally, in the sky of this small space, snowflakes floated out of thin air, and a sad artistic conception slowly dispersed......

"Boom ......" The next moment, the hundred-zhang word tablet exploded, turning into a sky full of ink mist and golden divine patterns, and burrowed into the body of Jian Yi, the senior brother of the Sword Sect.

People were in an uproar, as if they felt that the level of the word was obviously insufficient, but it shattered the word tablet, and many people were not angry.

"Why, his word is at the same level as what I just mentioned, but the word tablet sprays me in the face?"

"Hateful, there must be another reason, this word is mediocre, and the artistic conception is okay, reaching the realm of manifestation, and can turn the artistic conception in the word into an entity!"

Some people are not angry, and naturally some people applaud!

"The two monuments of the poems are broken, only the scripture monument is not broken, how difficult it is to create the scriptures handed down to the world, I am afraid that only when those big families invite the elders of the Taoist Gate and the Buddhist monks can they be broken!"

The crowd talked for a while, but no one dared to try to break the scripture tablet, after all, it was possible to be spit out of ink by the stone tablet, and no one wanted to make a fool of it.

As soon as the sword flew to the ground, Ji Hongyan on the side suddenly rushed up and worshiped, "Senior brother has raised his power for my Sword Sect again!"

Jian Yi ignored Ji Hongling, but slowly walked to Hongqi's side, staring at Hongqi's eyes with deep eyes, and after a long time, he spoke, "What's your name!"

"I ...... My name is Red ...... You can call me paint!" Hongqi's face was slightly red, she was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, she was at the age when love first opened, and the opposite sex she was talking to was so good and handsome, so she naturally looked a little nervous.

Jian Yi took a deep breath, stared at his lacquered eyes, and said very seriously: "My real name is Gu Feihong, Jian Yi is just a name of the Sword Sect, if I am defeated by other disciples, I may also become the second and third ...... However, for five whole years since I was twenty years old, I have been a sword one!"

Speaking of this, Gu Feihong's body exudes a strong self-confidence, as if there is an extremely powerful magic, which makes the women around him involuntarily have a sense of worship.

Looking at the red lacquer with a shy face and didn't know how to speak, Qiu Shuiming's heart was very uncomfortable, Nima, my cabbage, it's not like you can arch it by pretending to be thirteen!

"Senior brother, ...... you" Ji Hongling's face was pale, as if he didn't expect Gu Feihong to take the initiative to talk to him.

As a young lady of the Ji family, she has shown a superb talent in kendo since she was a child, and in just one year after entering the Sword Sect of the Central Domain, she has killed the top 100 from tens of thousands of sword cultivation disciples, and now among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Sword Sect, she ranks eighty-one, and the sword eighty-one.

The background is noble, and he has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, so his heart is extremely high.

She never hid her admiration, but Gu Feihong never pretended, and now she was talking to a wasteful maid in front of herself and many senior brothers, which made her unacceptable.

"Young Master Qiu, take care of your maids, don't think that if you have a bit of beauty, you can turn a chicken into a phoenix!" Ji Hongling snorted coldly, looking at the red lacquer on the side, revealing a strong sense of superiority.

"Hmph, what's the matter, you have the ability to ask your senior brother to break the scripture tablet, if he can break it, we can paint it upside down!" Cancan and Qingqing snorted coldly, lifted the stretcher and walked towards the center of the crowd.

"You ......" Ji Hongling was speechless for a moment, the scripture tablet is the most difficult of the three monuments, unless the Taoist elders or Buddhist monks come, how can ordinary people break it?

At this time, in the distant sky, dozens of voices broke through the air, it was Jiang Jiuzhe, Zhan Xianyou and others.

"The Jiang family is here, it seems to be the ninth prince of the Jiang family's lineage, I heard that he is only twenty-five years old, but he has crossed the spiritual sea and pushed open the Daomen, he is a real Daomen realm master, and his combat power can be ranked in the top 100 even among the younger generation in Zhongzhou!"

"The humble masters of the Buddha Sect are all here, and the old man in the robe seems to be the inner door elder of the Zhongzhou Daomen, Lingyun Zhenren!"

"Hey, in addition to the Boundless Divine Kingdom, Zhongzhou is the most powerful, and below it is the Daomen and the Buddha Sect, and then those ancient clans, the Jiang family invited people to come this time, I am afraid that they are fighting the idea of the foundation stone of the eighty-first layer of the Sealing God Altar!" A purple-robed young man with horns on the first head spoke, he came from the Ancient Candle Dragon Clan, and he knew many secrets in the Sealing God Altar.

Many of the demon realm monks present were boiling, and they really wanted to know what was so strange about the foundation stone of the formation that existed in the eighty-first layer, so they asked the Jiang family to vigorously invite the masters of the Dao Sect and the Buddha Sect!

At this time, Jiang Jiuzhe had already flown to the bottom of the scripture tablet with these dozens of people.

"Master Humility, Lingyun Zhenren, two seniors, who will try it first!"