The vision that appeared above the sky certainly aroused the minds of the rest.

There were hundreds of thousands of people guarding under the Hundred Saints Temple, and when they heard the voice, they raised their heads and saw it.

"What is this?"

"The manifestation of the sub-sage, this is the sub-sage, the Confucianism and Taoism. ”

"Yasheng, isn't that the existence of a mountain and river that can be said in a word?"

"Whose article caused Yasheng to come?"

"How is this possible, who has such great potential and talent?"

......

Everyone was boiling, not only the onlookers, but the Confucian and Taoist elders around were excited one by one, the sub-saint came, which represented the potential to reach the sub-saint level.

In the Great Yong Imperial City, Wen Zong's face changed, he raised his head and looked outside the city, separated by a distance of thousands of miles, his eyes were like electricity, and he saw it clearly in an instant, and he immediately snorted disdainfully: "Hmph, illusory Yasheng, pretending." ”

Unreal Yasheng?

After Wenzong finished speaking, he thought about it and stood up directly, stepped out, and came to the outside of the city.

The appearance of Wenzong immediately silenced the people around him.

And at this moment, in the VIP room, Dongfang Tuoxing happily showed off: "Little Thirteen saw it, Yasheng has come, this must be caused by Hong Tianji." ”

Dongfang Mi frowned: "Yasheng is just coming, what is there to show off, he was Yasheng in his previous life, and he just drew out his own breath, which is not worth mentioning." ”

Although Dongfang Mi didn't know the word illusory sub-sage, he also understood how low the gold content of this sub-sage was.

Dongfang Tuo ignored Dongfang Mi, but looked at the sky confidently.

In his opinion, Yasheng has come out, and this time the bet is won.

In the sky, Yasheng gradually began to change, from an old man to a child of seven or eight years old.

Hong Tianji.

The child stood in the sky, it was illusory, and his body rippled with a drum of literary atmosphere.

This aura of literature and Taoism emanated, shocking the surroundings, and countless people were shocked, looking at Hong Tianji.

And Wen Zong, who had just arrived, frowned: "Pretending to be a ghost, confusing others, and having a low character." ”

Dongfang Tuo didn't know this, but looked at Dongfang Mi proudly: "Little Thirteen, you lose, no matter what achievements Wen Yi under you achieve, it can't compare to Hong Tianji, hand over one million gold." ”

Dongfang Mi's face was calm, and he said lightly: "The matter is not over, why are you in such a hurry?"

She believes in Wen Yi.

And at this time, a wave of righteousness suddenly rushed out of the Hundred Saints Temple.

This righteous spirit is surging, it is upright, righteous and awe-inspiring, righteous and selfless.

This is the aura of Wendao, but it is even more powerful than Hong Tianji's sub-holy breath, and it instantly soared into the sky and turned into a huge pillar of light.

The pillar of light flickered, directly scattering the sub-sage of Hong Tianji, and there was a bang between heaven and earth.

In the Hundred Sages Temple, the plaque dedicated to the Hundred Sages, and the place where the clay sculpture is true suddenly poured out a large amount of Confucian breath, all of which poured into the sky.

Suddenly, a phantom of a saint appeared in the sky.

Count carefully, a hundred saints.

Hundred Halloween appeared.

The people below opened their mouths in shock, and even Wen Zong's face was serious: "Who is it that caused the hundred saints to dispatch, this is simply the qualification of a saint." ”

Dongfang Tuo, who was still triumphant just now, was dumbfounded, although he didn't practice Confucianism and Taoism, he also knew the horror of the appearance of the Hundred Saints.

And Dongfang Mi, who was sitting, narrowed his eyes: "It's Wen Yi, it's definitely Wen Yi, he really didn't disappoint me." ”

Dongfang Mi was happy in his heart.

And the appearance of the Hundred Sages, in an instant, caused a huge shock, the Hundred Sages Temple of Literature and Taoism is so strong, once the condensation of the Hundred Sages body, it is as if a real person has come, laughing one by one, and the bearing is remarkable.

In the Great Yong Imperial City, the Zongren Mansion, the three strongest contemporary Asian saints immediately looked at the Hundred Saints Temple excitedly, directly tore the space, came to the Hundred Saints Temple, and looked up at the Hundred Saints in the sky.

"The qualifications of a saint are unmatched. The three contemporary Yasheng Qiqi sighed.

Dongfang Jing, who was in the Dayong Palace, suddenly raised his head, looked at Baisheng's body, and smiled: "Interesting." ”

One by one, the great Confucian came to the place of the Hundred Saints Temple in a panic, with a pious face, like a pilgrimage, tidying up his clothes and clothes, and asking, "Who caused this?"

Who caused it?

Everyone wants to ask.

Dongfang Tuo smiled and said firmly: "It must be Hong Tianji, he is a sub-saint, and it is obvious that he caused the hundred saints to come." ”

Dongfang Mi looked at Dongfang Tuo, pursed his lips disdainfully, and did not speak.

Because the candidates were all in the Hundred Saints Temple, they couldn't see who caused the Hundred Saints to descend at all.

Even Wenzong did not dare to forcibly break into the Hundred Sages Temple of Literature, that would offend the Confucian scholars all over the world.

The Hundred Sages appeared in the sky, and the condensed body was real, and above the Hundred Sages Temple, a young man suddenly appeared.

Youth is not illusory, but it is not an ontology either.

It's a spirit.

Wenyi.

He practiced the 'Past Mida Sutra' of the temple, and his soul was strong, he could leave the body, and his blood and qi were sufficient.

As soon as Wen Yi appeared, the eyes of heaven and earth looked at him in surprise.

Wenzong was shocked, he couldn't believe it, one of his least favorite sons actually caused the Hundred Saints to come?

The three major sub-saints were all excited, looking at the sky and listening to the sermon of the hundred saints, feeling envious.

The Hundred Saints preach is to be listened to with the divine soul, and only Wen Yi can hear it between heaven and earth.

That's why they are envious.

In the VIP room, Dongfang Tuo's eyes widened in disbelief: "How is it?" ”

It's not Hong Tianji, it's Wen Yi, it's impossible.

Dongfang Mi was smiling, knowing in his heart that he had won, and he was right, Wenyi's future was limitless, and he would definitely be his right-hand man in the future.

"Princess, your vision is really good, Wen Yi caused the hundred saints to come, this talent is simply better than everyone, plus Ye Sheng is also extremely good, the princess can promote them at the end of the year, this vision is a slave. The little house was shocked and bowed.

Dongfang Mi completely offended Wenzong for Wen Yi, and everyone was saying that she was stupid.

But at this moment, absolutely no one dared to say this, but they wished that the person who offended Wenzong in the first place was themselves.

Ye Sheng looked at Wen Yi above the sky, his eyes showed a strong desire, he was even better than Wen Yi, and he was the most trustworthy to show Dongfang.

Dongfang Mi ignored them, but looked at Dongfang Tuo: "Dongfang Tuo, you lose, you have to prepare two million gold, I will let the small house get it in three days." ”

Dongfang Tuo's face was pale, his eyes flashed with anger, he flicked his sleeves and went out directly: "Hmph, a bunch of waste." ”

Dongfang Mi looked at Dongfang Tuo's back and smiled disdainfully: "I can't help myself, Wen Yi was later called Yi Zi, but how can you be suppressed by a sub-saint?"

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