After being in a daze, Lei Jiu and Gu Jiaohou almost went crazy.
"Fang Yun! I, Lei Jiu, and the Lei family will never forgive you! It's ok for you to steal my dragon energy, but you even stole my ancestral dragon blood! How shameless! How cruel! How unrighteous! How..."
Gu Jiaohou immediately responded in a demonic voice: "You are worse than pigs and dogs!"
The Pig Demon Saint Son and the Dog Saint Son were very displeased and looked at Gu Jiao Hou with squinted eyes.
The people around Fang Yun almost laughed their bellies off. Fang Yun had snatched the dragon energy from Lei Jiu and Gu Jiao Hou before. Gu Jiao Hou was about to take action at that time, but the altar shattered and the bone monster appeared, allowing Fang Yun to escape.
Fang Yun had been holding the piece of paper. The three big words "It's so unfair" were particularly eye-catching in the eyes of the dragon clan, the monsters and the dragon monsters.
"Bullshit! Bullshit!" Lei Jiu, a distinguished Jinshi from the Holy Academy, finally couldn't help but curse.
Fang Yun pointed at his face again, asking these people to take a good look at his expression. He was not pretending.
Fang Yun was really helpless. Although the Ancestral Dragon's true blood was good, he was not a dragon and could not inspire the Ancestral Dragon's will inside it. The effectiveness was greatly reduced, and he would be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the four major forces at the same time. Even the dumbest person would not do it.
At this moment, Fang Yun had no idea what was going on. He suspected that it was the emperor's poem, and that the strange book of heaven and earth was behind it. Emperor Luo was also a suspect, and he even felt that the miniature Wenquxing in the Wengong starry sky was not unrelated.
Lei Jiu and Gu Jiaohou kept cursing. No matter how others tried to persuade them, they couldn't stop being angry. The eyes of the West Sea Dragon Clan and Yaoman were also strange.
Only Ao Huang began to get confused. He didn't know whether he should take away the true blood of the Ancestral Dragon or ignore Fang Yun.
The Holy Son of the Snake Clan beside Shiwang whispered, "Your Highness Shiwang, it looks like Gu Jiaohou and the others will not let Fang Yun go. What should we do?"
Shi Wang said: "The Ancestral Dragon's true blood belongs to the Ancestral Dragon after all. Even if Fang Yun cannot inspire the Ancestral Dragon's will, once he leaves the Dragon Stage, he will have an extra trump card! This thing can be given to anyone, except Fang Yun!"
"That… "
The lion suddenly raised his head and roared, his mane standing up, showing the majesty of the king of beasts.
"Marquis Gu Jiao, I will stop Ao Huang, and you lead the dragon monsters and the other demon saints to kill Fang Yun, is that okay?" Shi Wang said.
Gu Jiaohou had already fallen into madness, and shouted without hesitation: "Okay! If I don't kill Fang Yun, I will die with my eyes open!"
Shi Wang turned around and glanced at the masked man in black.
The masked man nodded slightly, as if everything was under control.
Shi Wang looked at Fang Yun, who had a smile on his face and eyes full of pity, as if he was looking at a poor creature.
"It is my honor to see the greatest genius of the human race fall in front of me!" Shi Wang turned his head and looked at Ao Huang and said, "Ao Huang! They all say that you can beat me, so today I will let you see my strength!"
After saying that, the golden Shi Wang mobilized all his strength and rushed towards Ao Huang.
The other dragons knew Ao Huang's temper and all retreated.
Except for the two dragon commanders from the East China Sea Dragon Palace who firmly approached Fang Yun, the rest of the dragons watched silently and did not help. After all, Fang Yun had obtained the true blood of the Ancestral Dragon, and the final result was still uncertain.
Lei Jiu kept retreating, suppressing his anger as he retreated: "Fang Yun! The demon barbarians want to kill you now. As a human, I cannot fight with you! But once we get off the Dragon Platform, I will definitely fight you to the death! To avenge the loss of your dragon energy and the blood of the Ancestral Dragon! We will fight to the death!"
However, Fang Yun didn't even look at Lei Jiu. Instead, he stared at the slowly approaching Gu Jiaohou and the coalition of dragon monsters and monsters led by him.
Zong Ji and Sima He followed Lei Jiu and left. But the other scholars of the Holy Academy stood firmly in front of Fang Yun and blocked him.
Kong Detian said slowly: "Everyone, I didn't expect that we avoided the Dragon Saint Corpse Qi. But we are still facing such a dangerous situation. However, Fang Yun is not only my literary friend and comrade-in-arms, but also the future of the human race! If you don't protect Fang Yun, you don't protect the human race!"
"Brother Kong, there is no need to say more. We know it all!" Sun Renbing said, taking out a military book from his hand.
Seven scholars in white robes stood in a row in front of Fang Yun to form a human wall, looking at the coalition of monsters and dragons without fear.
On the other side, Shi Wang tried his best, and even a strong man like Ao Huang could not repel him in a short time.
"Keng..."
A clear and passionate sword sound suddenly rang out from Fang Yun's palace.
"That's right!" Kong Detian nodded slightly, but like everyone else, there was no joy on his face, and those wild dragon monsters didn't care either.
One person's verbal sparring cannot turn the tide of a battle, let alone verbal sparring that has just been conceived.
In their opinion, the verbal sparring had just been conceived and not only was its power limited, but Fang Yun's talent must have been exhausted and it was impossible for him to have any strength left.
No matter how strong Fang Yun is, he is just a slightly stronger Jinshi, nothing more.
"Fang Yun, you are dead today!" Gu Jiaohou suddenly sped up.
However, Fang Yun suddenly began to recite a poem. It was not a war poem, nor any other poem, but the sharpening poem that came after the sword-pregnancy poem.
Although the importance of the opening poem is not as great as that of the sword-pregnant poem, it is also extremely crucial. The better the opening poem is, the more quickly the power of the verbal sparring will reach its limit. If the opening poem is not good, the verbal sparring will need to grow naturally for a long time before it can reach the limit of the Jinshi level.
"It takes ten years to sharpen a sword..."
As Fang Yun uttered the first sentence, countless translucent sword auras appeared out of thin air, swept past the scholar in front of him, and flew towards the enemy.
This sword energy not only contains the power of verbal sparring and opening-edge poetry, but also the power of hidden-edge poetry that Fang Yun had written for himself before.
Although there are many sword energies, their power is not great, and is only at the level of a scholar's war poem.
But this is just the beginning!
Only one sentence of the opening poem appears!
Many scholars from the Holy Academy understand the meaning of this better than those from other ethnic groups.
Lei Jiu suddenly shouted: "Fang Yun's first sword will have unparalleled power, you must not underestimate it! You must treat Fang Yun as a genius Hanlin of the human race!"
"Ah..."
Gu Jiaohou immediately spit out real dragon flames from his mouth. In addition to anger, there was also a hint of disdain in his eyes. He absorbed the fragments of the semi-saint dragon ball and possessed real dragon power within an hour. These scholars could not stop him at all.
The blazing red flames came like a huge wave, and everyone took out their protective weapons to block it.
But Gu Jiaohou was a demon marquis, equivalent to a human Hanlin, and he also had temporary true dragon blood, making him immeasurably strong. All the protective war poems dissipated immediately after touching the dragon flame.
"The frosty blade has never been tried." Fang Yun recited the second sentence.
Gu Jiaohou’s speed was too fast. If Fang Yun was allowed to rush forward, he would not be able to finish reciting the opening poem.
The opening poem can only be recited orally, and not too fast or too slow, which will affect the opening effect.
Kong Detian stretched out his hand and pointed at Gu Jiaohou. A strange aura emanated from his body, and then a huge translucent image of an old man appeared behind him.
Not only the humans present, but even the monsters and dragons recognized this tall old man with a dark complexion and a protruding forehead.
Confucius.
Kong Detian inspired the will of Confucius, the saint of the monarch's star position.
"I know the seasons, I welcome the cold and the heat, I send off the wind and frost. God's will is with me, you are the one who is rebelling against it!"
As soon as Kong Detian pointed, he saw that everything within a radius of ten feet in front of him slowed down. Whether it was the dragon flame of Gu Jiaohou or the verbal battles of other Jinshi, they were as slow as a snail. (To be continued...)