In a word, it contains Ning Baifeng's strong self-confidence.

He really didn't think that he couldn't carry the monument of mountains and rivers, but when it fell into the ears of others, it seemed a little unreachable.

The fortune of a country is almost impossible for anyone in the world to pick up on one shoulder.

A saint may be able to, but it is clear that this young man in white is not a saint, and he is even countless miles away from the saint.

The reason why a saint is called a saint is that cultivation is only secondary, and the number of people with a large number is the key.

Stirring up a country's national fortunes on one shoulder is not something that can be done without an atmospheric number.

Chen Songfeng admits that he doesn't have such a number of qi, in his eyes, everyone present does not have such a number of qi, even if all the qi numbers are superimposed, it is useless.

He looked at the young man in white and sighed in his heart, it is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

All waited to see the joke.

No one believed that Ning Baifeng could provoke the luck of the Yan Kingdom with one shoulder.

You must know that the Great Yan Dynasty is a strong country, accounting for almost half of the northern border of Kunzhou, and other small countries have to rely on the Great Yan Dynasty. If it is allowed to annex and expand, it will directly border the Daluo Dynasty in the west of the central part of Kunzhou.

The fortunes of a small country may be able to find someone to pick up on one shoulder, such as the prime minister, such as the emperor. However, the Great Yan Dynasty has a vast territory and thousands of people, and the luck contained in it is even more terrifying.

If you want to pick it up on one shoulder, the amount of qi you need is even more massive, and you can be called the pride of the sky.

Ning Baifeng pressed his palm on the stone tablet, feeling the coldness coming from the stone tablet.

The stele of mountains and rivers is as high as three zhang, and the head of the stele is the top type of the palace, which is very similar to the towering Kuntai Palace. The stele body is green, the brilliance is like a mirror, the four words of Yongzhen mountains and rivers are vigorous and simple, and the side edge of the stele body is embellished with curly grass leaf patterns, so that the stele appears heavy, upright. The stele is square, with swords, guns, swords and halberd patterns, highlighting the majestic and martial style of the Dayan Dynasty.

Before he moved, Ning Baifeng had already seen the heaviness of the mountain and river monument.

As far as the stone tablet itself is concerned, the Yin God Realm Grandmaster can't move it easily, not to mention that under the suppression of these four words, it is simply foolish to want to move.

But Ning Baifeng was not afraid.

As he himself said, it never occurred to him that he could not move.

So, he raised one hand in front of him, as if he was ready to hold his sword at any moment.

When the people in front of the temple saw this, they thought to themselves, "Are you going to tear down the stone stele?"

Some people sneered to themselves, thinking to themselves what a pretend.

Time passed slowly in the minds of all kinds of doubts and doubts, but the stele did not move at all.

On the stairs, the sound of laughter and ridicule gradually sounded.

The old emperor stood on a high place and watched silently.

On the middle staircase, Chen Songfeng sighed secretly.

The envoys of the major sects came here to observe the ceremony, and the discussion was full of disdain.

Ning Baifeng turned a deaf ear, just calmly stared at the mountains and rivers in front of him.

The weight of the stele is not only in itself, but the weight of those four words, and you can't rely on brute force to move it.

The wind blew, stirring the young man's white clothes.

The huge dragon turtle still looked sluggish, and even though its body had not yet turned into stone, it was still no different from a stone carving.

Wang An, who was standing under the dragon chair, was a little impatient, although he had just been warned by the imperial brother once, he really couldn't help but want to speak out at this time, because he felt that this person was wasting his time.

"If you don't have that ability, hurry down and confess!

With King An taking the lead, the voices of the hundreds of officials and courtiers below mocking and scolding became louder.

"How can you be so desecrated!"

"My Dayan Palace, how can I let you be presumptuous at will!"

"Get down!"

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Many sect envoys did not say sarcastic, after all, no matter how embarrassed the other party was, he was still a disciple of the Ding Sword Pavilion, so there was no need to cause trouble in vain.

It's just that I'm worried about those courtiers who are scolding, if the young man in white is really annoyed and angry, it is estimated that there will be a river of blood in the square, and the head will be rolling.

The newly canonized Prince Dayan is a young man, listening to the louder and louder noise, he feels that it is a little unorthodox, especially since his father is in poor health, such a noise is not good for the spirit, and it is necessary to speak out.

Just as he was about to ask the old emperor for instructions, a strong wind suddenly appeared

It blew and blew the people's clothes into disarray.

The noise was instantly suppressed by the gale.

Hundreds of officials, courtiers, palace maids and concubines immediately sorted out their appearances in a mess.

Only those who observe and practice the ritual have a calm expression.

Chen Songfeng's eyebrows were pressed down, the book in his hand was held forward, and the wind stopped.

In this way, there was chaos in front of the temple.

In such a situation, no one pays attention to their feet.

Until a certain palace maid bent down to stroke her skirt, she found that the wine bottle on the table next to her vibrated slightly, and the wine in the wine bottle continued to ripple.

As the shaking intensified, the wine was shaken out, and the wine bottle fell on the table with a thud.

The shaking of the ground has been noticed by everyone.

"Stele!"

Someone let out an exclamation.

More and more eyes are turning to the stele.

It's just that this turn, I can't take my eyes off it anymore.

The noise in front of the hall subsided, and there was silence, and everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Ning Baifeng, who was standing in front of the stone stele, was in white clothes and robe was blown by the wind, and there was a hunting sound.

The tall stone tablet in front of the palm of the hand, dragged by the wind on the stele base, slowly lifted up, and broke away from the back of the dragon turtle.

The mountain and river monument is really up!

Everyone in front of the hall froze, but one person was extremely conscious.

Chen Songfeng glanced up at the sky, his eyes moving slightly.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, raised the ink pen in his hand, and wrote in the air.

Haoran's breath was condensed on the tip of the pen, and with this as ink, he slowly wrote the inscription on the stone tablet.

The stele had just been lifted no more than a foot, and Ning Baifeng only felt that a big mountain was falling down.

Rumble!

The stele fell heavily on the turtle's back.

The tortoise couldn't bear the weight, and slammed into the ground, raising its head to the sky and letting out a roar of pain.

The stone bricks tiled on the square shattered in an instant, spreading outward to the palace wall in the distance, shaking out huge cracks one after another.

Such a shock instantly woke up the people on the stairs in front of the hall, and many people rolled down directly.

For a time, people turned on their backs.

The old emperor was supported by Princess Xiyan beside him, but he still sat on the dragon chair.

He looked at the situation below and shouted angrily, "Chen Songfeng! What are you doing!"

The old emperor was furious.

Because what Chen Songfeng did was not instructed by him!

It is taboo to disobey the will of the king.

Not to mention the big thing in front of you.

This angry shout attracted the attention of many people.

Some of them were people who were watching the ceremony from the affiliated sects of Yuanshan, their brows furrowed and their expressions were displeased.

Chen Songfeng ignored it at all, and his right hand was still writing stroke by stroke.

With a shake of his left hand, the book in his palm instantly flew away, dozens of pages surrounded him, scattered, and the words on the pages emitted a faint light, and the aura of Haoran was stirring in it.

actually used the pages of the book to create a Haoran lecture hall of his own.

The brilliance flows, holding him up, just like a living sage.

Such a gorgeous scene shocked everyone.

Only Ning Baifeng couldn't see it.

At this time, he only felt as if he was being pressed by a mountain, and his bones squeaked overwhelmingly.

The old emperor's angry shout was also heard by him.

In an instant, he knew that it was Chen Songfeng who made a move.

But it made him a little confused.

Suddenly, Yuantai's voice sounded above his heart lake.

"Young Master, let's shoot together!"

But it was this change just now that broke the prohibition on Yuantai's soul and restored him to his senses.

Yuantai's soul was sealed, his mind was sluggish, but he still clearly remembered everything that happened around him, and at this time, the situation did not allow him to say anything, so he directly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and then slowly lifted his body with four claws.

Ning Baifeng didn't stir up the sound of the heart lake, because he found something more urgent.

A chill came from under his feet, and the stone spreading from the base of the stone tablet had covered his feet.

If Chen Songfeng is allowed to finish writing those four words, he and Yuantai will definitely be suppressed here and turned into stone sculptures.

He didn't know why Chen Songfeng was like this, but he couldn't think about it much at the moment, so he could only do his best to mobilize everything he could.

The sword qi in his body poured out.

Yuan Tai arched his body with difficulty.

Once again, the tall stele was slowly lifted.

On Ning Baifeng's instep, the stone chill retreated.

The strokes in Chen Songfeng's hand became more and more written.

The two sides are at a stalemate.

The old emperor trembled and pointed downward.

The Iron Guard of the Forest, who had already drawn his sword, fearlessly slashed at the pages of the book suspended in the air.

The blade hits the page.

It seemed that the next moment the pages of the book would be sliced to shreds.

However, the long knife that hit the page snapped and shattered inch by inch, like a piece of paper.

No one came here to watch the ceremony, but none of them did it.

It's not that they don't dare, but they know that with their cultivation, it is pointless to make a move, because they can't break this Haoran lecture hall.

Some people admired the courage of these Great Yan soldiers, knowing that they were invincible, and they still did not hesitate to take out the knife after giving an order.

As the strokes became more and more written, the raised stele slowly fell again, about to touch the back of the dragon turtle.

Ning Baifeng already felt a chill coming from the soles of his feet.

He gritted his teeth, ready to mobilize the sword gall, just to complete the rough purple cloud jade sword.

When the sword element was reversed, the string moon pendant hanging from the neck shone brightly.

A tremendous boost enveloped the whole body.

The sinking stone monument stopped the fall.

Ning Baifeng let out a loud shout, "Get up!"

The tall and heavy monument of mountains and rivers was suddenly raised.

At this time, Chen Songfeng had already finished writing the mountain character with the ink pen in his hand, and began to write the river character.

However, the sudden rise of the stele caused him to pause at the first point of writing the word "river".

Chen Songfeng's face immediately turned pale.

But in just a moment, he began to write again.

The strange confrontation between the two made everyone dumbfounded.

Ning Baifeng felt this invisible pressure, and even felt that the bones in his body trembled a little.

But he still didn't give up.

The mountain and river monument gradually climbed upward, and its base gradually rose above the head, and then was held up by Ning Baifeng with one hand.

Suddenly, there was silence between heaven and earth.

Even the bustle outside the imperial city disappeared, and there was not a trace of wind in the entire upper capital.

Chen Songfeng began to put down the last strokes.

Ning Baifeng dragged the stone tablet and turned around directly.

The white-clothed stele is like standing up to the sky and the earth, and it is unstoppable.

This scene is deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone.

Ning Baifeng stomped his foot lightly.

The huge body of the dragon turtle shrank instantly, and then turned into an old man.

Ning Baifeng's feet fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, Chen Songfeng finished writing the last stroke.

Ning Baifeng took a step back and let go of his hand.

The pen falls, the stele falls.

There was a loud bang, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The square was full of cracks, the palace walls in the distance collapsed countless times, and the Kuntai Hall at the highest point of the stairs collapsed.

On the stairs in front of the hall, many people fainted, and those who were close to the stele sect were bleeding and unconscious.

As for the old emperor at the top, although he was protected by Princess Xiyan, his face was still pale and his expression was sluggish.

Chen Songfeng was sweating profusely, and his right hand holding the pen couldn't stop trembling.

He quietly looked at the stone monument in the square in the distance, and did not say a word.

The mountain and river monument has been turned in a different direction, and the side facing the stairs is as smooth as a mirror, without a word.

The earth-shattering sound slowly dissipated, and the front of the hall gradually calmed down.

Those who did not faint still felt dizzy, tinnitus, and dizzy.

Smoke and dust slowly fell from the square.

Someone slowly turned out from behind the stele.

White clothes are better than snow, and the dust is not clean.