At this moment, the audience was silent.

Everyone was shocked by what had just happened.

I really didn't expect that the dignified voice Mo Xiao would be put into a coffin......

Moreover, this ordinary Qi cultivator actually became an emperor!

For a while, even the old eunuch who swept towards Zhang Feng was stunned in the air, not knowing whether to continue to shoot.

"Your Majesty......" The old eunuch looked at Yin Rumo with a complicated expression.

The corners of Yin Rumo's mouth twitched: "You better come down, since Mo Xiao respects him as the emperor, then he is now the second emperor of my Yin Yang Dynasty." To tell you the truth, my son can speak more effectively than I am the emperor......"

This is the power of idols.

The old eunuch nodded, restrained his breath, and re-guarded Yin Rumo's side.

After a long silence, Yin Rumo exhaled deeply.

As the emperor of a dynasty, this kind of scene will not make him feel at a loss.

"Today, I have one more emperor in the Yin and Yang Dynasty, congratulations, after this worship of Longtai, I will personally feast the emperor and set up an immortal monument for the emperor!"

Yin Rumo's face was complicated, and then he took a step forward, "Now the time has come, Bailongtai is open!"

As soon as these words came out, one hundred and eight Jiedan monks roared out, stood around the Bailong platform, and all of them shot out a spiritual power.

The spiritual power poured into the Bailongtai, the light of the steep mountain peaks flickered, and the faint dragon roar came out, and then there was a majestic literary aura pouring out.

The whole mountain peak, wrapped in a strong majesty, stands there majestically!

Like a huge pen that suppresses heaven and earth, everyone standing around feels that it is difficult to breathe, and their actions are a little reluctant, and even some ordinary people who are watching the excitement have their legs trembling, and it is difficult to bear this kind of coercion.

"Bailongtai has been opened!" Yin Rumo swept out with a literary atmosphere, competing with Bailongtai from afar, and his voice was like a Hong Zhong: "All talents enter, climb to worship Longtai!"

There were nearly 100 talented people in the crowd walking inside, and there were already nearly 400 talented people under the Bailong stage.

These young men and women are the young heroes of the entire Yin and Yang Dynasty.

Looking at Bailongtai, every talented man had an excited look on his face, they knew that everyone could become a disciple of the inner sect of Tianji Sect today, and from then on, they would point to the Great Dao and peep into the heavens and the earth.

"Iron Bull Boy, come on!" Liu Yaohe quietly approached Zhang Feng's side.

Zhang Feng smiled.

Joke.

As a Qilinzi in Lizhou, just a Bailongtai, wouldn't he just clear the customs casually?

Zhang Feng thought about it, and there was already a talented man who had completed pranayama, puffed up his full body of culture, and ascended to the Bailong platform.

"Ah!!!h

As soon as a talented man stepped on a step, he began to roar loudly, his face turned red, and his muscles burst out, as if he was under incomparable pressure.

The huge pen shook slightly, and the majestic literary atmosphere rushed down towards the talented man on the stage, and the power was amazing!

There is also an illusory golden dragon of literary temperament, entrenched on a giant pen, looking down on a group of talented people, with humanized disdain in his eyes.

"Bang!"

The talented man who stepped on the steps finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rolled out directly, and was caught by the monks who were arching around him with spiritual power.

"Li He, Cold Wind City, First Order!"

As soon as these words came out, the talented man walked away quickly with a desperate face.

There was a lot of talking.

"Although this Bailongtai is difficult, in any case, the results of the first order are indeed a little poor. ”

"That is, this person is known as Bogu Tongjin on weekdays, and he talks and laughs with countless Hongru in Cold Wind City, but he didn't expect it to be an embroidered pillow. ”

"I don't know if anyone can walk through the nine steps today and prove the posture of Confucianism!"

Bailongtai is still going on.

One by one, the talents kept trying, and in the end they were all washed out by the literary atmosphere.

At most, it is only six steps to climb.

The white-robed Tianji Gate elder standing beside Yin Rumo sighed and shook his head slightly: "It seems that this year's batch is not very good, I'm afraid that no one will be able to worship my Tianji Gate." ”

"But I'm used to it. After all, only true geniuses are worthy of my Tianji Gate!" The old man said this, laughing, quite proud.

Zhang Feng stood there quietly and watched the talented men step forward, he already had a general understanding of this Bailongtai in his heart, and nodded at Liu Yaohe: "Okay, I'm ready to go." ”

Murong Feng on the side hurriedly said, "I'll go first!"

Murong Feng walked out first, looked at the moss-covered steps in front of him, and took a deep breath.

"As long as I behave well, that kid will be eclipsed after me!"

"Miss Liu, please watch me perform for you!"

"You're going to fall in love with me!"

A trace of firmness flashed in Murong Feng's eyes, and he drummed up a literary spirit and stepped on the first step fiercely!

The moment he stepped on, Murong Feng's face changed slightly, his shoulders sank instantly, and the whole person was almost about to fly out.

But at this moment, Murong Feng seemed to see Liu Yaohe's face appear in front of him.

Murong Feng, who was originally difficult to support, instantly felt that his whole body was full of strength!

"It's the power of love!"

Murong Feng gritted his teeth fiercely and stepped on a step again.

Blood oozed from the corners of Murong Feng's mouth.

Severe pain came from the internal organs.

"No, no, no!"

"I can't give up!"

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Murong Feng's heart!

Washed by the literary qi and the coercion added to his body, Murong Feng raised his head proudly and shouted:

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"It hurts like a knife!"

"But it's not as painful as my heart!"

"Don't give up!"

"Just for a woman!"

As soon as these words came out, Murong Feng's demeanor became even more majestic, and under the resistance, the pressure on his body was much easier.

With joy in his heart, Murong Feng chanted poetry while stepping forward quickly.

Straight to the ninth step!

Prove the posture of Confucianism!

At this moment, the audience was silent!

This is the ninth step!

"My Yin Yang Dynasty wants another great Confucian!"

"This son actually wrote poems on the spot, and he is talented!"

"The beauty of that poem is completely made by Confucianism! I will go home and frame it and read it day and night!"

After a brief moment of shock, everyone began to talk with awe and envy.

Even the elder of the Tianji Sect changed slightly, and his eyes looked at Murong Feng solemnly: "This son, he has a lot of talent!"

"That poem is full of deep meaning!"

"Behold, even the golden dragon with a dignified gaze is solemn because of that poem!"

Yin Rumo looked up, and sure enough, the originally disdainful eyes in the gentle golden dragon instantly became solemn!

"I still have a lot of good seedlings in the Yin and Yang Dynasty. Yin Rumo smiled with satisfaction.

At this moment, under tremendous pressure, Murong Feng's heart was full of excitement.

What a genius to yourself!

unexpectedly wrote poems on the spot, which caused the literary atmosphere to shake, and climbed nine steps in a row!

"Zhang Feng, let's see what you do to fight me!"

Murong Feng looked at Zhang Feng proudly, but as the poem ended, the pressure on his body instantly multiplied.

Murong Feng didn't dare to stay any longer, and immediately gave up his intention to continue climbing, turned around and swept down the Bailong Platform, floating down.

His expression was full of excitement and surprise.

He didn't expect that he could really prove the posture of a great Confucian!

In the envious eyes of everyone, Murong Feng looked at Zhang Feng, full of provocation.

And Zhang Feng was already dumbfounded at this time.

That's it?

How can this kind of poetry be able to climb to the ninth floor?

Hehe.

I really overestimate you......

Seeing Zhang Feng silent, Liu Yaohe gritted his teeth: "Iron Bull Boy, don't be nervous, Yaohe will go first!"

After speaking, Liu Yaohe walked up to the Bailong platform.

A rich literary atmosphere came out of the body, and he was forced to resist the coercion and literary spirit of Bailongtai, went against the current, and took eleven steps in a row!

The crowd, who were originally shocked by Murong Feng, boiled again.

"She actually took eleven steps directly, you know, twelve steps is the posture of a quasi-saint!"

"Doesn't this mean that this woman is very likely to become a half-step quasi-saint in the future?"

At this moment, even the elders of the Tianji Gate were breathing a little fast, looking at Liu Yaohe with fiery eyes, and said excitedly: "God is gracious, I will add another half-step quasi-saint to the Tianji Gate!"

"If this woman is willing to worship my Tianji Gate, my Tianji Gate is willing to protect your Yin Yang Dynasty for thousands of years!"

"I didn't expect that this time I would be able to meet such a genius in Bailongtai! And this woman walked up completely with her strength, and she didn't use poetry to help the fun!"

"Elder, calm down!" Yin Rumo was calm on the surface, but his body had already begun to tremble.

That's a half-step quasi-saint qualification!

In the cheers of everyone, Liu Yaohe floated down.

His face was full of excitement and excitement!

"Iron Bull Boy, I have taken eleven steps! I can really become a disciple of the inner sect of the Tianji Sect, no, no, no, I am very likely to become a true disciple!" Liu Yaohe took Zhang Feng's hand with an excited expression.

You know, this is her dream since she was a child.

Not to mention how much hardship she had to pay along the way for this Bailongtai, even the three teachers were seriously injured.

At this time, the three old Confucians also laughed one after another, and looked at Liu Yaohe with relief and joy.

It's just that everyone is puzzled.

Why is it so arrogant that a little bird would hold the hand of that ordinary qi cultivator?

Is he worthy?

For a while, some people couldn't stand it.

"A little white face who eats soft rice!"

"The poor generation of half-step quasi-saints was confused by a little white face, and they are not deeply involved in the world. ”

"That's it, I don't know what rhetoric I used to deceive such a celestial pride, it's really brazen and enviable!"

"What a role model for my generation. ”

"You envy him, how embarrassing it is for us men......! I think I can do it too. It doesn't matter if it's arrogant or not, the main thing is that the doctor said that I have a bad stomach and can only eat soft rice. ”

And in the laughter of the crowd.

Zhang Feng sighed, let go of Liu Yaohe's hand, and walked in front of Bailongtai.

Zhang Feng wants to prove that he doesn't eat soft rice.

"I, but Lizhou Qilinzi, Wufeng Holy Son, peerless genius, Zhang Feng!"

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he slowly opened his eyes.

The spirit and spirit have climbed to the peak.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

The crowd waited with bated breath.

"Could it be that this ordinary Qi cultivator is deliberately restraining his aura, but he is actually a hidden master?"

"Seeing that he is so serious, can he really go above the ninth floor?"

"Hmph, I'd like to see if he's a little white face. ”

Under the watchful eye, Zhang Feng slowly took a step and climbed the Bailong platform.