Fang Yun couldn't help but think of a sentence in "Records of the Grand Historian: Book of Celestial Officials": The stars south of Zhen are called Tianku Tower; there are five chariots in the treasury.
The five chariots mentioned in history books refer to the five chariot stars among the Seven Stars of White Tiger. According to legend, these five stars represent the chariot areas of the five ancient emperors.
As for the killing of the Seven White Tiger Hosts, the arrival of any star power from the Five Chariot Stars is extraordinary.
Fang Yun figured out the source of star power and checked his talent. It took only three breaths for the Black Mist General to appear and leave, and he consumed very little talent.
"To deal with a juren, there is no need to use the Mist Butterfly." Fang Yun glanced at Xun Zong's body and looked at the people of the Xun family.
"Next."
The three words Fang Yun said were extremely simple, but they made all the members of the Xun family feel cold behind their backs. Who dares to be the next headless Xun Zong
Several members of the Xun family rushed over to collect Xun Zong's body. The Xun family doctor was among them. When he passed by Fang Yun, he muttered, "It's useless even if the medical scholar comes."
Shengzhou Mu came over with a gloomy face and said, "Fang Yun, you are too cruel! It's just a literary fight, but you are so cruel."
Fang Yun just looked at Shengzhou Mu without saying anything.
At this moment, Mo Shan suddenly took out the conch shell and used the power of his tongue to spread the previous conversation between Fang Yun and Xun Zong throughout the city, letting everyone know that Fang Yun did not want to engage in a literary fight and had even warned him before the fight, but Xun Zong not only did not listen, he also thought he could defeat Fang Yun.
Fang Yun stood there quietly, not saying a word.
Sheng Zhoumu took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, and finally said, "Ninth round, begin!"
Fang Yun immediately looked at the young man who was walking over.
Fang Yun knew that this person must be extraordinary, and might even be a genius who was being trained by the Xun family, so he observed him carefully.
This man has something in common with the strong man who was selected as a scholar: he is tall, his skin looks fair because he is not often exposed to the sun, he has many scars on his body, and it seems that he is also from the ancient land of Shihan.
This man looked a little simple and dull, but his eyes were full of intelligence, as if all the stars in the sky were gathered in his eyes.
"Xun Zhixing, nice to meet you Fang Zhenguo." Xun Zhixing said as he bowed and performed a salute, showing full courtesy.
Fang Yun also returned the greeting.
Although Xun Zhixing looked simple and honest, there was no smile on his face. He looked stupid and dumb. He looked at Fang Yun woodenly and said, "I am not as good as you in poetry and writing, but I am more talented than the average person. Let me compete with you in talent."
"Then let's compare talents." Fang Yun said.
"I have lived in the ancient land of Shihan for many years, and I like wind the most, so I will use my talent to transform into wind to attack you. Please give me your guidance." Xun Zhixing bowed again.
"You're welcome. Xun represents wind and belongs to wood, and metal overcomes wood. I will use my talent to transform into a sword to deal with it." Fang Yun found that among all the Xun family members who had fought with him in literary battles, only this person was different. He didn't know if it was because he looked simple and dull. Or maybe this person really had no hostility.
"please."
"please."
Then, the light shield of the holy temple enveloped the two of them.
Talent is intangible and cannot directly form power like a literary talent, but with the help of the Holy Temple, talent can be directly transformed into external power, or form a talent impact, or form a talent shape. In addition, talent must rely on the power of heaven and earth to be transformed into power such as war poems to play a role.
The talent of the literary duel does not need pen and ink. The two stood empty-handed, five meters apart. Xun Zhixing blinked, his eyes became brighter, and then an inch-high talent in his body surged out, and with the help of the power of the Holy Temple, it turned into a blue tornado.
The tornado that an inch of talent from an ordinary scholar could create was only four or five stories high, but Xun Zhixing's talent tornado was actually more than twenty stories high and extremely thick, exuding a mighty aura of being the king of the wind and destroying the world.
"Talent is like water!" many people cried out.
"My Qing country is saved! He is worthy of being the genius of the Xun family, and worthy of being the finale of the ninth game! We can say in advance that Fang Yunwen has failed in the fight against Yizhou."
"As expected of a genius from the Shihan Ancient Land, this person must have had a great adventure in the ancient land, which allowed his talent to be so condensed and powerful. Even many university scholars have only talents like mist, but he had talents like water when he was a candidate for the imperial examination. When he becomes a university scholar, he will surely shock the world."
Li Fanming didn't like the way the Qing people looked like they were about to win, and said, "Fang Yunlian is so talented, so he might be talented as water."
"Fang Yun's talent has been transformed into a sword. It looks impressive, but it seems to be on par with Xun Zhixing's."
Li Fanming looked over hurriedly.
Then he saw a three-foot green sword floating in front of Fang Yun. The sword body was bright, the sword light was like the moon, and the blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through everything.
Fang Yun did not focus on his own picking up, but looked at Xun Zhixing's talent tornado in surprise, feeling a strange power contained in it, which was very powerful.
If he could completely digest what he had gained from the Holy Ruins and the Light of Wenquxing in another two months, Fang Yun would have full confidence in defeating Xun Zhixing's talent tornado. But now he had just come out of the Holy Ruins and had too much power to digest. He could not compare with this genius who had honed his talent for at least ten years.
Fang Yun's mind flashed with the image of the ancient demon's inheritance, and he said, "Brother Xun, have you ever seen a blue diamond with many star-like light spots in it?"
Xun Zhixing showed a little curiosity and said, "When I was young, I picked up a beautiful stone like you said. I liked it very much and wore it to sleep. Then... my mentor warned me not to tell anyone."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "It's okay. Not many people in this world know what this thing is, but I congratulate Brother Xun. You can get this thing and become a semi-saint. You are only a scholar now, so you can't exert its power. As your literary status improves, this thing will give you stronger power."
"Even if you say that, I still want to beat you." Xun Zhixing's tone was firm, but the tornado heading towards Fang Yun slowed down slightly.
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "I will be able to defeat you in the future, but today, the most we can do is a draw. I am more likely to lose. Your... thing is too magical."
Xun Zhixing's eyes flashed with guilt, and he said, "I'm sorry, I defeated you with external objects."
Fang Yun said calmly: "It was originally an external object, but it has merged with you and become a part of your own strength. It is no longer an external object. This is one of the reasons why our human race has remained standing. If I lose, I will accept it with all my heart. Please take my last sword."
The people of Qing were extremely happy and cheered. It looked like Xun Zhixing was sure to win, and Fang Yunwen would fail in the duel with Yizhou.
However, many Qing people were so happy that they put aside the barriers between their countries and praised Fang Yun.
A Qing State scholar said, "Look at Fang Yun. He was obviously going to lose, but he didn't lose his temper or surrender without a fight. If nothing else, he accepted the defeat calmly. He really suppressed the Xun family. If anyone says that Fang Yunwen suppressed a state in the future, I will be convinced like Fang Yun now."
"This Xun Zhixing may be the most talented candidate among all the candidates, but in terms of talent and literary courage, he is far inferior to Fang Yun. Fang Yun is still honored in defeat."
"It can indeed be said that even though we lost, we still won with honor."
Fang Yun calmed down, closed his eyes, and quickly opened them again. Two full moons appeared in his eyes. His sword of talent was like a silver lightning, striking directly at Xun Zhixing's talent tornado. (To be continued...)