The pupils of the blue water dragon shrank, and it only felt an incomparably powerful power rushing towards it, and it was stunned in place. It wasn't until the spear bombarded its body with terrifying might that it let out a painful wail, and its huge body was forced back several meters away!

Seeing this, Ye Qingchen opened his mouth slightly, his eyes full of shock. She knew that the Nine Strikes of Heaven Splitting were very strong, but she didn't expect them to be so strong. Although the blue water dragon was fine, it was powerful enough to knock it back a few meters away with one move and scream in pain. After all, the body of the blue water dragon is the strength of a holy beast, and the dragon scales are even harder, and being able to beat it like this is enough to explain a lot. She was just a Dacheng realm cultivator, and the effect she had on her first attempt was completely unexpected.

Not far away, Mo Feijian saw this scene in his eyes, and a touch of surprise appeared on his face. He had practiced the Nine Strikes of Heaven Splitting, so he had a deep understanding. Ye Qingchen can achieve such an effect in such a short period of time, and his talent is not outstanding.

Long Junmo sat lazily, and a touch of brilliance crossed his deep eyes.

When Ye Qingchen regained some strength and her whole body was more energetic, she realized that it was getting late.

The red sun is sinking in the west, the sky is full of colorful clouds, the birds are returning to their nests, and everything gradually falls silent. Ye Qingchen brushed his messy hair, straightened his tattered clothes, turned his gaze to Long Junmo, and said in a calm voice, "It's getting dark, I'll go back." Although her anger towards Long Junmo has dissipated a lot, it doesn't mean that she has the obligation to give him a good look.

"Tomorrow as usual. Long Junmo nodded.

Ye Qingchen looked at Mo Feijian, "Can you send me out?"

Mo Feijian smiled and nodded, "Of course you can." With that, he raised his hand, Ye Qingchen felt that he was bathed in a burst of brilliance in an instant, and then his body was light, and there was chaos in front of him, and when she reacted, she had already come out of the Thorn Mountain.

Rao has experienced it a few times, but Ye Qingchen still can't help but be frightened. With a wave of his hand, he sent her out of the Thorn Mountain, and this method of moving space was still beyond her comprehension.

In the next few days, Ye Qingchen went to the Thorn Mountain every day to discuss with the blue water dragon, and did not forget to take time to prepare a spiritual liquid bath for Hua Rong at night. Although at the end of the day, she was very tired and inevitably bruised, but she felt very fulfilled.

There is no time in the mountains, and before you know it, it is approaching the middle of March, and there are only five days left before the entrance examination of Cangzhou University. Ye Qingchen cultivated hard in the Thorn Mountain, and she had no idea that she was once again famous in Cangzhou City.

On the lively streets of Cangzhou City, pedestrians are weaving and endless. Especially in front of the Shuiyunjian Restaurant from the central square, it is the most lively.

Since that day, the shopkeeper of Shuiyunjian held a poetry event, and the gate of Shuiyunjian, which was originally blank on both sides, has an additional door couplet.

But seeing the high-quality red sandalwood mahogany, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance carved two poems: once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud.

It's simple, it's shallow.

At first glance, the recitation is already very beautiful, and the artistic conception is even more lofty and profound, which is amazing.

"Wonderful, wonderful, I have read poetry and books, but I have never read such excellent poems!" Many characters dressed as scholars gathered in front of the water and clouds, shaking their heads and reading aloud many times, and sighed with emotion.

In addition to those literati with ink in their stomachs, there are also many vassal and elegant people who comment here and join in the fun. There are even more people who come not for poetry, but for those who write poetry.

"This poem is beautiful, it is said that the Miss Ye who made this poem is also a stunning beauty. It's a pity that I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it's a pity!"

"Yes, I heard from the people who were lucky enough to witness everything that day, that young lady of the Ye family is not only unparalleled in appearance and outstanding in temperament, but also has a blue heart and a furrow in her chest!"

"Didn't you say that the young lady of the Ye family was a waste?" someone asked in confusion.

"So, the rumors can't be trusted!"

"It's just a matter of ear to hear. ”

"I was there that day, anyway, I don't believe it anyway, that fairy-like Miss Ye is a waste!"

"Yes, she's as bright as the sun in the sky, and if she's a waste, what is an ordinary person?"

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In front of the door of the water and clouds, there were endless remarks about Ye Qingchen.

Behind the crowd, a group of people stopped in the distance, watching all the movements in front of the water and clouds.