Qi Zhenyuan concentrated on writing a word, and the library trembled. The spirit of murder was attached to his pen. The spirit of other people's words were shattered. Only the "benevolence" summoned by Han Weiyan and Yu Sheng's "fight" "Still strong.
This was not just for Zhan Changfeng. The other monks were willing to become a foil. They all wrote to summon spirits, but in vain.
Every word is dissipated in "killing"!
The killing of Confucianism and Taoism is so powerful.
This word "kill" is like a wake-up call from a Confucian scholar. He is full of righteousness and moves forward indomitably!
Han Weiyan's eyes were deep and he thought to himself, if I use my full "benevolence", I might be able to suppress the word "kill", but I don't know how that person will respond.
When Zhan Changfeng raised her hand to draw the first stroke, everyone was shocked. What she wanted to write was also kill!
As her deliberately slowed down strokes gradually took shape, dragons roared and tigers roared. The sound of gold and iron horses roared out, which was as powerful as the might of God and thousands of troops charging!
Not only the word "kill" written by Qi Zhenyuan, the words "benevolence" and "fighting" watching from the side also collapsed one by one before the stroke was completed.
When she finished the last stroke, she was the only character in the library!
This killing was the king's word and heaven's order, which could not be criticized or refuted.
Han Weiyan picked up the pen several times to draw out the spirit of benevolence and righteousness, but the handwriting disappeared again and again. This...
Zhan Changfeng sleeved his hands and looked at Qi Zhenyuan, "Can Fellow Taoist break it?"
Qi Zhenyuan's face darkened. The Zhuoying pen in his hand seemed to be so heavy that he couldn't even lift it up. He threw it away angrily, "My Taoist friend is better, I lost."
The big-billed yellow bird looked around and asked, "Can anyone spell out the words?"
Gongzi Lang wanted to encourage Yu Sheng to write another one, but looking at Yu Sheng's appearance, it seemed that he didn't want to compete anymore.
Han Weiyan also remained silent and stood there without moving.
After the others tried a few times, they realized they were not as good as they were and regretfully gave up. They wanted to let them fight, but after the fight, they had no chance to take action anymore.
Qi Zhenyuan has a great reputation, and the only person on the scene who can compare with him is Han Weiyan. Now that he has given in, they will be humiliating themselves if they continue to persist.
The big-billed yellow bird said loudly, "The winner has been announced. Please keep the token, fellow Taoist."
It pecked a feather from its body and turned it into a token with feather patterns and flew into Zhan Changfeng's hand. "Fellow Taoist, you can go to the Teleportation Hall and enter my Confucian Library at any time."
Zhan Changfeng bowed and thanked him.
After the competition was over, Zhan Changfeng didn't stay much. He was going to visit other islands, so he walked towards the door of the library and was greeted by Nagasu Tianjun.
This person is Han Weiyan.
Han Weiyan was curious about her and simply wanted to know her. He clasped his fists and asked, "Can I ask Taoist friend Gao's name?"
"King Taiyi Linyao." Zhan Changfeng asked, "What do you call fellow Taoist?"
"My surname is Han, and my Taoist name is Weiyan. Han Weiyan is right. My fellow Taoist is very talented in literature. I am extremely lucky to be able to see you today." Han Weiyan said that it was true. The artistic conception of the word "kill" can only be written by princes and emperors. .
"you flatter me."
Qi Zhenyuan was so angry that when he asked her her name, she ignored her, but when others asked, she told him. Wasn't it just a slap in the face?
If Zhan Changfeng doesn't report to her family, some people may think that she is unsophisticated. She just mocked Qi Zhenyuan in the past, but now she has exchanged names with people in front of Qi Zhenyuan.
But once her identity is revealed, it will be different. As a prince and emperor, who is not self-centered? If she cares about this and that, and lowers her airs, she will be looked down upon.
Moreover, it is King Linyao!
Taiyi may not be ranked among all dynasties, but King Linyao is the strongest ghost in the history of Xuantian!
All the names on the nine lists are listed.
The monk who was born in Xuantian suddenly felt relieved and could all smile and step forward to congratulate Zhan Changfeng on his victory.
After Zhan Changfeng responded one by one, he went around the nearby islands and first wrote down their competition items and times.
The worse thing is that some islands will not announce the competition name and time in advance, and they have to wait until it is about to start.
Therefore, it is impossible for one person to understand all the island competition events.
She went to a dozen islands and only knew about five competitions that were about to start, and the start times of two of them were only half a moment apart.
According to the arrangement of these islands, it is destined to be impossible to participate in every project on the island, and we can only try our best to choose the most valuable ones.
At this time, mutual intelligence assistance is needed.
The source of her small intelligence network is Yu Sheng, Zuo Zhuzhi, Huai Ming and Gu Xiaoqiao who have also come to Yeshifang. Guangcheng Zhenjun has not come to retreat.
There is another small intelligence network on Yu Sheng's side, formed by monks who are familiar with her and Gongzi Lang.
Zhan Changfeng was not familiar with the monk on her side, so Yu Sheng did not introduce her rashly. However, on Shuwanjuan Island, Yu Sheng brought Young Master Lang to meet her. It was unclear whether Young Master Lang wanted to get acquainted with her, or how. Yes, he took the initiative to bring up the matter of mutual assistance, and Zhan Changfeng readily agreed.
In addition to Gongzi Lang and Yu Sheng, there were also casual cultivators Qianyu, Yue Ci, Xuantian Sword Pulse Wen Ziyao, Miao from Yunge, who were also from Fengyun Realm, and some monks from other realms.
Zhan Changfeng took a moment to pay attention. They were all the most powerful supernatural beings or new spiritual masters. They were either casual cultivators or from the neutral camp.
Zhan Changfeng did not meet them and only looked at their names in the multi-person communication device.
If there are projects that you don't want to participate in or are too late to participate in, you can announce them in the communication tool.
Of course, if you don't care or are confident enough, you can also announce the projects you plan to participate in.
Zhan Changfeng looked at the news about the projects that were being added one after another, and posted the news he knew, and then went to the Deal or No Deal Island where the test was about to begin.
This island is named after spending a lot of money, but there is no extravagant atmosphere. There is only an ordinary small town with a closed gate on the island.
A hundred people have gathered outside the city, and a big-billed yellow bird is still repeating the rules.
It pinched its throat and said, "If you can earn and spend this money, I will give each of you a thousand gold. You must spend it all within one day and one night and buy back the most valuable things. Whoever gets back something of higher value wins.”
"The third place will get 30,000 high-grade spiritual stones."
"Second place will get 200,000 high-grade spiritual stones."
"The first place will receive a large spiritual vein!"
The eyes of those who heard the sound became hot. This is probably the project with the easiest test and the greatest reward in Yeshifang. You only need to spend money, and you have the opportunity to get a coveted large-scale spiritual vein!
"When the city gate opens, it's time for competition!" The big-billed yellow bird waved its short wings, and all the participants had a sack of gold around them.
Zhan Changfeng took it out and looked at it. It was a twenty-tael gold bar.
Some monks have already thrown it into their sumuru bags, which is really unsightly and cumbersome to carry.
The sky on the small island darkened, simulating the scene on the eve of the early morning.
"It's Mao hour, let's open the city gate~" A guard on the tower shouted at the top of his lungs, and the city gate slowly opened.
