"As I said, you are no match for me!"

Li Lin's eyes lowered slightly, but the terrifying momentum on his body shook the void, causing the entire Tianyuan City to shake.

"Meet the saints!"

"Meet the saints!"

In Tianyuan City, countless people knelt on the ground, shouting loudly, mighty, and wanted to break through the sky.

"I don't believe it!"

The saint of the Temple of Literature didn't want to believe the facts in front of him, and the same was true of the three demi-saints behind him, and the four of them glanced at each other and shot at the same time.

Thundered!

The laws of literature and Taoism are reversed, and one by one Taoist texts appear in the void, full of inexplicable power of laws, fused out, turned into a ring ruler, and hit Li Lin to the great gangyang.

"Humph!"

Li Lin didn't say much, just snorted lightly, raised his white palm slightly, and then pressed it slowly against the ring ruler.

Click!

The ring ruler immediately made a crisp sound, and the random whole shattered, turning into a cloud of laws in the sky and dissipating.

Li Lin's white palm went away without decreasing, and slowly pressed towards the four of them.

"You are bullying, I don't accept it!"

A half-saint, looking up to the sky and roaring, resisting hard, he reverted to the surname Xiahou, after the general Xiahou Sui of the king of Chu;

"The saints are above, don't they hear that those who convince others with their strength are not convinced by their hearts, and they are not supported by their strength; those who convince others with virtue are convinced by the center and sincerely!"

The saint of the Temple of Literature spoke, he was sweating profusely at the moment, his whole body was red, and he tried his best to resist the palm, but the whole person still couldn't help but keep retreating.

"What do I want you to convince you to? I just want you to surrender!

Li Lin opened his mouth indifferently, "Didn't you say that the Temple of Literature is still hidden? Let the hidden people of the Temple of Literature come out! Otherwise, there will be no need to come out again!"

The saint of the Temple of Literature opened his mouth, but he did not answer, and he was very annoyed in his heart.

"Humph!"

Li Hao snorted coldly, and the big hand suddenly increased its strength, and with a bang, it shattered the void, and it was like the four people who pressed away.

This time, it is necessary to completely suppress these four people, force the foundation of the Temple of Literature to appear, and completely solve all the hidden dangers!

"This brother, why is this so?!"

Sure enough, at this moment, a breeze blew from inside the Temple of Literature, like a white cloud, and like a rainstorm is coming, feminine and masculine, a perfect combination.

This wisp of wind wants to blow Li Lin's palm away.

"Let you come out, you won't come out, now you want to come out to save people, it's too late!"

Bang!

The big hand moved slightly, raised towards the sky, and with a snap, completely covered the four of them, and pressed the ground of the Temple of Literature.

"This brother, don't you think you're excessive?!"

A rough voice sounded, and two figures walked out of the Temple of Literature.

One was full of white hair, with a stiff back and a gentle voice, and the other was tall, with his head held high and heroic.

The two have slightly different ways of appearing, but what they have in common is that both of them have a decaying and ancient aura on them.

"It turned out to be two old immortals!" 361 reads

Li Lin took a deep look at the two of them, and in his pupils, purple gold flowed, wandering in the long river of time and space, peeking into the past and the future.

The two of them were swept away by Li Lin's gaze, and there was an inexplicable chill in their hearts, as if a supreme being was looking down on them.

"This is the essence of the Temple of Literature? What did I think it was! A scholar beside Wensheng, a eunuch serving the King of Chu, this is what you call the heritage?!"

Li Lin said with a sneer.

These two people have extraordinary backgrounds, with the legacy of Wen Sheng and King Chu, plus they are also smart people, and they have become saints one after another.

And relying on the breath of the Temple of Literature, he has survived to the present.

But that's all, although it is very ancient, but the rotten atmosphere on his body is also very strong, especially the white-haired old man, he is a scholar in the Wensheng period, the oldest, and it is not easy to live until now.

"You, how could you ......"

The white-haired scholar and the tall eunuch were all shocked and shocked at the moment, this was the secret in their hearts, which had been buried by time, and at this moment they were directly seen by others.

They glanced at each other, and the peep just now seemed to be real, and there was really someone looking down on them from the long river of time and space.

"They are the ones you rely on?"

Li Lin ignored these two people, looked at the four people who were suppressed on the ground, and said, "If it's them, then you can make a choice now!"

When the words fell, Li Lin stretched out a palm again, and in the palm of his hand, inexplicable laws of literature and Taoism were intertwined, like a huge legal net, complex and mysterious.

The white-haired scholar, the tall eunuch, and the two saints couldn't resist at all, and in an instant, they fell from the sky and were also suppressed on the land of the Confucian Temple.

Right next to the four.

"This, this ......"

Everyone was shocked, up and down the Temple of Literature, in Tianyuan City, many people saw this scene: Is this really just a newly sanctified existence? It was so terrifying!

The Temple of Literature has a full heritage, there is a saint in the world, and there are ancient existences, but they are not even enemies of the palm of the hand!

"Do you accept it, or do you not accept it?!"

Li Hao carried his hands behind his back, stood on the clouds, and looked down on all beings.

The people in Tianyuan City were the first to bow their heads and chant for saints, and then many scribes and scholars of the Confucian Temple bowed their heads one after another; and soon, Jinshi, Hanlin, scholars, and Confucians were silent.

In the end, the half-saint of the Temple of Literature, the saint of the Temple of Literature, the white-haired scholar, the tall eunuch, did not say anything more, bowed his head, was silent, and surrendered!

Time passed quickly, on the eighth day of October, before the tenth day of October, the monarchs of the three kingdoms and the three great elders of the three different races came to pay their respects.

In the first battle a few months ago, Li Lin pressed the Confucian Temple with one palm, and the world was in an uproar, and the monarchs of the Three Kingdoms and the three great elders of the three different races were even more frightened and worried until today.

"I intend that the human race and the alien race will make a truce, and the two sides will live in peace and live and work in peace and contentment, who is in favor and who is against?!"

In the Temple of Literature, Li Lin was on top of it, looking at the monarchs of the Three Kingdoms and the three elders, without the slightest greeting, he directly said such a sentence.

"The saint is above, can we consider this matter and wait for us to think about it?" said the lord of the country of Wu tremblingly.

A scene from a few months ago is still vivid in my mind.

"Yes!"

Li Lin nodded and said, "Give you a quarter of an hour to think about it!"

What the?!

A quarter of an hour!

Everyone was stunned, such an important event, shouldn't you go back and think about it for half a month and a month, why is it only a quarter of an hour.

"The saint is above! It's not that we don't agree, but the people of the world won't agree!"

Behind King Jin, an old man stood up, it was the Great Jin Half-Saint, Prime Minister Wang Anguo, he spread his hands, "The general trend is like this, I can't wait!"