Countless literary and Taoist powers all bowed to Zhang Feng from afar.

Behind them, countless disciples also looked at Wufeng with fanatical and respectful eyes, and bowed respectfully.

After all.

That's the Holy Master of Wendao!

Moreover, the soul gate refines people's souls and drives them into slaves, which is against the sky and should be scolded!

The Holy Master's move is to obey the heavens and the people, and to move the heavens and the earth!

How can we, who are scholars and Taoists, not follow the Holy Master?

To tell the truth, these people who are literate and Taoist read moral articles on weekdays, and they are encouraged by those texts, and they are full of fighting spirit at the moment, even more than those who cultivate the Tao.

The Holy Master of Wendao is the idol of every Wendao person.

And hearing the shouts of these people of the Dao, those Daoist powers before couldn't help but gasp.

"The people of Wendao actually came to help?"

"This is a grudge between us monks!"

"Zhang Feng actually has this kind of influence?"

To know.

Since ancient times, people who are literate and cultivators have been water from wells and rivers.

I say this for the sake of sounding.

In fact, both gangs look down on each other.

The monk felt that the people of the Tao had holes in their brains, and if they didn't cultivate the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, they would do some metaphysics on weekdays, and they were all evil and crooked.

And the people of Wendao felt that those monks had no brains, they only pursued a powerful realm, cultivated a body of spiritual power but did not understand the reason, their limbs were developed and their minds were simple, and they could only fight.

Therefore, the people of the Tao and the people of the Tao, although they have been quite harmonious on the surface over the years, there have been many conflicts in secret, and it is not difficult for the school palace to fight with which sect at every turn.

The cultivator held a flying sword in his hand and swung it wildly.

And those people who are literal and Taoist are not used to you at all, and the scholars who seem to be weak roll up their sleeves and smash people with books, so that the monks can feel the power of knowledge.

There are even great Confucians holding books like a river, hooking the heavens and the earth, and fooling countless monks to learn knowledge.

And now.

Because of Zhang Feng, the people of Wendao actually came to help the monks.

This is the unification of the entire Lizhou!

Zhang Feng single-handedly contributed to the harmonious coexistence of literati and monks.

Moreover, what shocked these monks even more.

These people of the Tao have also united.

You must know that since ancient times, literati have been inferior to each other.

The struggle within the people of Wendao has been very fierce since the beginning of Wendao.

Those who read look down on those who draw, and those who draw look down on those who write poetry.

They all feel that everything else is a crooked way, and they are the road to prosperity.

There are no fewer fights on weekdays, and even within the people of Wendao, the fights are more intense than between the two factions of Wendao and cultivation, and there is a discussion of Taoism and the like every three or five days.

And now.

But they all put aside their prejudices and joined forces to help Wufeng.

Actually, didn't you come to help Zhang Feng?

"Zhang Feng, the Holy Master of Wendao, how noble he is in the hearts of these people of Wendao!"

"It's worthy of being my unicorn from the state!"

"Terrifying!"

"By the way, Zhang Feng, why didn't you see others?"

The people of the Daomen were shocked.

But that's not all.

An unprecedented majestic aura roared.

The enormity of the text was so dense that it was visible to the naked eye, dyeing the sky to a golden yellow.

Time.

Countless scholars and monks had solemn eyes.

"Who's that?"

"Looking like this, it seems to be a quasi-saint?"

"No, this is auspicious...... This realm is more than a quasi-saint ......"

Under the gaze of countless people.

A middle-aged figure stepped on the clouds, his clothes were fluttering, and his every move seemed to be connected to heaven and earth, with a mysterious aura all over his body.

Under the watchful eyes of all the people, the middle-aged man swept to the front of the five peaks, held the disciple salute, and bowed respectfully.

"The palace master of the Danqing School Palace, the half-saint Li Mi, has come to repay the teacher's guidance!"

Zhang Feng, who was mixed with the flying boat, saw this person from afar, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Well.

It's your own fool...... Ahh

At this time, the people of Wendao were shocked.

"No wonder it's a little familiar, he turned out to be Li Mi, but he looked a lot younger...... Wait, this breath!"

"Demi-Saint!"

"Li Mi was just a Confucian back then...... Do you say ......"

"With a sentence from the Holy Master back then, he instructed Li Mi to directly cross the quasi-saint from the Great Confucian and break through to the half-saint?"

"Obediently, further up, there is Yasheng! In this life, he may be able to step into the saint!"

"Holy Master, it's terrifying!"

"I heard that the Holy Master only lightly pointed out two sentences to him at that time, one is that the Fa is everywhere, and the other is that all things are teachers, but I didn't expect that these two sentences actually made a semi-saint ...... The realm of the Holy Master is really not what we can imagine!"

Countless people of literature and Taoism looked at Li Mi with envy.

Several of them, even Li Mi's friends for many years, saw with their own eyes the tragic situation of Li Mi trapped in the realm of Great Confucianism for many years.

However.

Who would have thought.

Zhang Feng just mentioned two sentences, and he actually let Li Mi enter the Yasheng, so that they can only look up now!

That's a half-saint.

If you really want to fight, you can connect the heaven and earth Haoran Qi, which is enough to be comparable to the distraction master in the cultivation realm, although he was suppressed by the shackles of Lizhou, and he couldn't use all his strength, but it was enough to crush the power of a half-step baby.

Arguably.

This Li Mi is the strongest existence in this place except for Saint Master Zhang Feng, even if any of the monks present are not his opponents! Unless the two peak masters join forces, he is invincible.

And all of these are just two words from the Holy Master.

The people of Wendao felt Zhang Feng's horror again.

Is this the Holy Master of Wendao?

Can two sentences change a person's life and achieve a semi-saint posture?

For a time, countless people of literature and Taoism swore one after another.

In this life, you must follow Zhang Feng.

Regardless of life and death!

If you can get Zhang Feng's two words of guidance, wouldn't you be able to leap up and become a semi-saint, or even a sub-saint or even a saint in your lifetime?

At this moment, looking at the amazing half-saint Li Mi, the eyes of the people of Wendao were all fanatical.

But.

And that's not all!

Between heaven and earth, a respectful shout sounded again!

"Old man Gu Bei, bring three or five friends, come to repay the Holy Master's guidance and break the game!"

"Five thousand years ago, he was the master of the Jixia Xue Palace, a gentleman of Xuanshang, and served as a holy master with his old friends!"

"Four thousand five hundred years ago, Tan Xiao, the master of Lanyu Pavilion, met his predecessors with his old friends!"

Three vicissitudes of life shouted loudly throughout the world.

Meanwhile.

Between heaven and earth.

Three old figures came with their feet on a huge chessboard.

A literary atmosphere, has been condensed!

Around the huge chessboard, the majestic aura turned into countless black and white sons circulating, and countless phantoms of the ancient endgame flashed.

There are also virtual shadows of mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, lakes, rivers, and stars appearing in the chessboard.

This moment.

All the people of the Tao bowed down one after another.

Even the half-saint Li Mi looked shocked and bowed respectfully.

Because.

These three old men turned out to be Yasheng!