When talking.
Fan Shengzhou was already standing in the middle of the crowd with Wei Lingfeng.
The two are less than ten feet apart, their eyes facing each other.
An anxious breath faintly floated in the air.
"Pen!" Wei Lingfeng waved his right hand, and the huge brush came up and flew into his hand.
Everyone looked carefully, and the barrel of this brush seemed to be made of a special metal.
Combine the deep hole that was inserted into the ground with the brush just now.
Everyone dared to say with great certainty that this pen weighed at least one hundred catties.
And Bai Junqian and the others remembered that Wei Lingfeng's brush is a spiritual weapon with extraordinary power.
Fan Shengzhou didn't dare to neglect, and quickly urged the Zhen Yuan in his body to take out the spiritual tool brush he was carrying with him.
"Paper!"
The two yelled at the same time, and two white papers flew out of the school in the distance, floating in front of them.
"Please!"
"Please!"
According to the rules of Wendao, before the official competition, the people in Wendao must bow to each other.
After the two of them finished this process, they held brushes one after another and splashed ink on the white paper.
In less than five breaths of effort, both of them have already written.
Then they saw their right hand flicked, eliciting an aura, and throwing the paper to the ground in the distance.
Bang bang!
After two loud noises, both pieces of paper smashed the ground to a depth of about an inch.
Bai Junqian used the ivory ruler to measure the depth separately, and said:
"The depth of the teacher and Senior Wei is one inch and three points, tied!"
After saying this, the 50,000 disciples of the Three Kingdoms Academy were secretly excited.
They thought to themselves that Fan Shengzhou deserves to be the quasi-sage pointed out by the Difu.
His strength is almost the same as that of the veteran writer Wei Lingfeng.
Fan Shengzhou himself was also very excited.
Had it not been for the advice of the Emperor, he would have been defeated in front of Wei Lingfeng in the first competition today.
Wei Lingfeng frowned secretly, unexpectedly Fan Shengzhou had the quasi-sage.
"This old man, hiding here for two thousand years, really made a breakthrough."
"It's no wonder that he dared to pioneer literature and art, and founded this academy across the border."
Wei Lingfeng took a deep breath.
For today's competition, he has put in countless hardships.
He was confident enough to completely crush Fan Shengzhou in the next test.
"Continue!" Wei Lingfeng let out a low growl, his hands clasped together, and the spiritual energy in his body surged wildly.
"Be talented with the ancient and modern, Wen Jian cuts the ten kingdoms!"
After he and Fan Shengzhou read these two sentences at the same time, a golden light burst out of their bodies.
After blinking.
The golden light turned into two long swords, suspended in front of them.
It can be seen to the naked eye that the two long swords are composed of countless mysterious words, full of incredible talent.
Bai Junqian and the others, as well as 50,000 disciples were shocked.
It is indeed the Wenjian condensed by the quasi-sage, and it is really awe-inspiring for the sword spirit to spread across the ten countries.
"cut!"
Fan Shengzhou and Wei Lingfeng roared at the same time, and slashed at each other with swords in both hands.
Bang!
The sword burst into pieces.
Fan Shengzhou's and Wei Lingfeng's swords were completely turned into gas.
But Fan Shengzhou's Wen Jian broke a little earlier.
"Haha!" Wei Lingfeng laughed at the sight, "Fan Shengzhou, your literary and Taoist skills are really good, but it's a pity that you are still inferior!"
Fan Shengzhou nodded slightly: "Your progress is indeed amazing. I couldn't think of it at all. The scholar who was easily defeated by me back then would be so strong."
Wei Lingfeng gritted his teeth and said: "This is the power of revenge! You have not experienced such a shame, you can't realize how determined my determination is!"
Fan Shengzhou pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I haven't lost yet, so you don't have to be too proud."
Wei Lingfeng's eyes were dumb: "In this last game, I will show you how big the gap is between us."
Wenquxinghui is the most important and difficult part of the literary and Taoist contest.
Condensing Wenqu Xinghui not only requires extremely deep literary and Taoist cultivation.
The literary talent and unparalleled endurance are all necessary.
In the competition that year, Wei Lingfeng's first two links only fell slightly.
And Wenqu Xinghui was the link where he lost the worst.
He remembered very clearly that at that time, Fan Sheng had condensed two colors of stars on Monday.
And he, after exhausting his efforts, failed to condense any stars.
This kind of gap is simply a gap that cannot be crossed for people of literary and moral education.
Fan Shengzhou said solemnly: "I will try my best to prove that you are not that strong!"
"Humph!" After Wei Lingfeng snorted coldly, he didn't say more, but frantically mobilized the true essence and talent in his body.
Phoo
A dazzling purple light shot up from his body.
Immediately, the four divine lights of red, yellow, blue, and gold sparkled around the purple light.
After the five colors are mixed together, they turn into stars in the sky.
The colorful stars illuminate the earth brilliantly.
"The colorful starlight is only two glories away from the colorful holy light!"
"As expected to be the largest writer in the mainland!"
Seeing Wei Lingfeng's colorful stars, Bai Junqian and the others were sincerely admired.
Fan Shengzhou showed an extremely solemn expression at this time, and he also fully urged the true essence and talent in his body to burst out.
Phoo
After the purple light appeared, only two colors of red and yellow surrounded it.
"It's just three-color stars!"
Seeing this scene, Bai Junqian and the others shook their heads.
I wondered if my teacher was a newly promoted quasi-sage, compared with Wei Lingfeng, he was still a bit behind.
Wei Lingfeng waited for a while, and found that there was no new color in Fan Shengzhou's body, and he couldn't help showing a bit of joy.
"Fan Shengzhou, you still lose after all!"
"How did you beat me back then, how I beat you today, now you have nothing to say?"
His heart unclogged in one breath.
Only when Fan Shengzhou is completely stepped under his feet can he be the number one literary magnate in mainland China.
Even the literary and Taoism of the Nine Heavens Immortal Territory must respect him.
Fan Shengzhou nodded convincingly, wanting to bow and salute:
"Wen Dao cultivation, the expert is respected, your attainments are indeed higher than mine, please accept me..."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Junqian hurriedly shouted: "Teacher, wait!"
Phoo
The three-color stars condensed by Fan Shengzhou suddenly shattered and turned into countless more colorful light spots.
Everyone looked up and saw.
The stars that originally had only three colors were already colorful and blurred at the moment.
A mysterious colorful holy light connected this star to the stone stele of the academy for a long time.
"Colorful Holy Light!"
At this moment, the smile on Wei Lingfeng's face solidified, "How could you have reached the realm of literary sage?"
He quickly followed the colorful holy light to look.
I saw that two quatrains were written on the stone tablet astonishingly.
If you are not indifferent, there is no way to make it clear!
Nothing is far from being quiet!
"You wrote this?" Wei Lingfeng looked at Fan Shengzhou in shock.
These two sentences alone are the most talented in the past and the present.
He is sure that someone who can write these two sentences must be a rare literary sage in the world!
At this time, Fan Shengzhou, Bai Junqian and others also came over.
It turned out that the colorful holy light did not shine from Fan Shengzhou, but the words written by the Emperor on the stone tablet, bursting out with the glory of a saint.
"Where can I write such a masterpiece?" Fan Shengzhou shook his head quickly, then looked at Lin Xuan, "The emperor is the sage of the world, this is all his handwriting!"
"Who is the sage of the world?"
Wei Lingfeng quickly looked at Lin Xuan.
It turns out that Emperor Bei Xuantian is not only a prominent identity, but also a talented literary sage!
this...
Even if he wins in front of Wen Sheng, what is there to be proud of?
Having said that, at such a young age, Di Fu has become a sage of the world.
He is a man who has lived for thousands of years, holding a huge determination to revenge, and after all his hardships, he can be regarded as a quasi-sage.
What right do you have to smile and be contented in front of the Emperor?
With the husband, the pinnacle of Wen Dao in this world, there is no place for Wei Lingfeng to intervene!
Thinking of this, Wei Lingfeng hurriedly put away the brush, trimmed the crown, and walked quickly to Lin Xuan to salute:
"Wei Lingfeng has eyes but no knowledge of Mount Tai, please don't blame it, sir!"
He specially emphasized the word "Mr." to show respect.