The incense in Wenqu Temple was in full swing, and many women burned incense and prayed to Wenqu Xingjun and Ke Zhuangyuan to protect their son from passing the imperial examination.

Xun Yi Liudada took Bai Fu around Wenqu Temple. From time to time, he picked up things from the vendor next to him to eat. When he touched his pocket, he remembered that he didn't bring any money.

So he said to the stall owner: "Aunt Liu, write it down first, and go back to our mansion to find Brother Ming to report the account. Otherwise, I will go to the side to get you something?" As he said that, he saw a vendor with a wooden ring not far away.

When the vendor saw Xun Yi's eyes, he suddenly shivered. If it weren't for the fact that there were still people in the circle, he would have wanted to close the stall immediately.

Aunt Liu sells sugar and ginger candy. She followed Xun Yi's gaze and said with a smile: "Forget it, it's not easy for me to do some small business, so don't mess up the situation."

Xun Yi was very lucky since he was a child. When he was placing a circle, he made nine out of ten circles. The remaining one was to see the vendors being pitiful, so he was deliberately biased. Every time he appeared at a temple fair, the vendors immediately paid for him to treat him to eat, and must block him at the food stalls and prevent him from going to the game stalls that require luck such as placing a circle to draw lots.

"Young Master Yi, you can eat whatever you want today, I'll treat it!" The vendor in the circle shouted, and was about to get up to pay the bill.

"Forget it, I don't have time to play today, so I'll talk about it later at the temple fair." Xun Yi asked for another pack of ginger candy: "Aunt, keep the accounts, go back to our mansion to get the money." As he said that, he suddenly saw a man with a hurry looking away from the grove around Wenqu Temple.

"It's him!" Bai Fu's brush was shaking constantly: "Young master, stop him, he wants to run away! He should have received the news and wanted to leave the city."

"Don't worry, he can't leave." Xun Yi said goodbye to his acquaintances at the vendor, calculated the direction, and followed the path to the east gate to block the gate.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Ma Jingyi kept scolding in his heart, and left the East Gate in the crowd. "He was discovered so soon!"

Not long ago, a divine power in the Wenqu Temple scanned the surroundings, and the god behind him immediately warned him to leave. In addition, someone informed him, and he and his companions ran away separately.

"That guy has an identity in the city and can still hide, but I can be found out by just one investigation. I have to leave Qinglong City, which is the most powerful place for the City Gods. It will be easy to deal with as long as I get outside the city."

I was worried all the way, afraid that someone would catch him behind my back.

When he walked to the city gate, the soldiers on both sides checked casually, and saw the four treasures of the study in his basket and left.

Step by step through the east gate corridor and walk in the urn city.

"Haha, a group of stupid mortals, can you see the effect of the magic pen refined by my master?"

Qinglong City used to be a strategic location, building a urn city at the east and west gates, allowing the urn city gate to point to the south. Walking on the urn city path, you will see two soldiers on the side gate of the urn city.

I also checked it out quickly and then released the horse Jingyi to leave.

After leaving the city and passing through the moat, I suddenly felt a big rock falling in my heart, and I just wanted to roar to the sky.

"No, no, I'd better be more conservative and leave the main city area." After walking for a while, I got into the dense forest next to me, and laughed to the sky as he looked at the no one around.

"Uncle, don't you think the laughter is harsh?" Suddenly, a crisp sound of a boy came from the treetops above his head.

When I looked up, I saw a fair and handsome young man sitting on the treetops. His legs swayed, and his smile looked at Ma Jingyi on the ground with a sunny smile. From time to time, he kneaded a piece of ginger candy, and chewed it creakingly.

"You are..." Ma Jingyi is not from this city and does not know Xun Yi, the future leader of the Xun family.

"Catch your person!" Xun Yi sat on the tree and patted the wooden sword around his waist: "Are you selling writing skills in the city these days?"

"I don't know what you said!" Ma Jingyi thought it was not good, and looked around looking for a way to escape.

"It seems that it's you? Let's do it. As long as you kneel on the ground and bark three times, then shout 'Young Master, please spare your life' and report your accomplices, I can consider going to be gentle." Looking down at the panicked man below, I felt a sense of pleasure in my heart.

"It's the most interesting thing to see other people's panic and at a loss!" Xun Yi sighed softly, and suddenly felt that it was meaningful to run all the way.

Bai Fu shook his body next to him and secretly discussed: "Do you think everyone is as happy as you do torture people?"

"Fart!" Ma Jingyi was furious, took out a pen from the basket, and quickly wrote the word "God" on his body.

"Master, please lend your power to the villain." Please enter the body, and the golden halo above your head opened. Xun Yi instinctively felt a grand thought slowly falling in the distance.

"The fourth style of Maolin sword technique, Ghost Locust welcomes guests." The wooden sword drew a beautiful arc and stabbed the horse Jingyi at an extremely tricky and mysterious angle.

"Good job!" Bai Fu secretly praised: "It takes time to invite gods into the body. Don't give him time to cast spells, just interrupt them!"

The body is like a ghost, the gray smoke follows, the sword is like a yin locust, the ghosts cry and howl. As soon as Ma Jingyi was halfway through the request of the gods, he was stabbed by the sword energy.

"Tao!" Ma Jingyi's eye turned into gold, and he picked up the pen and wrote a golden font. The big shoji instantly turned into a rope of divine power to trap Xun Yi.

"Young Master, this is a attack method of the literary god, and uses proverbs to control everything. Words, pictures, and words will become real attack forces."

Xun Yi remembered Wen Zong’s method of dealing with the white-haired giant beast and asked in a low voice: “How to crack it?”

Bai Fu turned into a villain and sat on Xun Yi's shoulder: "Use the City God Seal of the left hand. Just gently stroke the sword body with your left hand and bless it with your divine power to turn Maolin's sword technique into a real Shinto sword technique."

Xun Yi gritted his teeth, bite blood from the tip of his tongue, forcibly breaking free from the bondage of Ma Jingyi, and wiping the wooden sword with his left hand. The original yellow wooden sword was attached to the red and blue divine power shining brightly.

"City God?" Ma Jingyi said to himself, feeling the stinging pain from his body, and wrote the word "英" to heal the wound that had just been stabbed by Xun Yi.

"After all, this believer is not very pious, and he has only completed half of the request for God, so he can't even exert one percent of my strength." The god's mind had the idea of ​​abandoning the believer, but then he thought: "I still need him to open up a new market and cannot give up at this time. The other party seems to be just a little devil who has just entered the Shinto. It is not fearful to just hold the City God Seal. If he can capture him, Qinglong City will be better broken."

The god thought it through and picked up his pen to start writing the third word. But before it started, his eyelids twitched, and Xun Yi, who had just broken free from the bondage, disappeared, and only a wisp of fragrance penetrated into his nostrils.

"The eighth sword of the forest - the fragrance of osmanthus leaves the soul!" The fragrance of osmanthus drifted in ten miles, and the osmanthus in the toad palace broke the branches.

The gods instinctively dodged from the spot and rolled on the spot to avoid the attack. A silver light suddenly appeared, shooting straight from the place where Xun Yi disappeared towards the place where the "Ma Jingyi" had just established his foothold.

A large deep pit appeared on the ground, and Xun Yi's figure was vaguely reappearing not far away.

"Tsk." Xun Yi looked at the ground with dissatisfaction. Guixiang Lihun was a sword move for Maolin Jian to walk and assassinate. He emphasized killing with one blow, but he didn't expect that he would be escaped.

"Young Master, this is a god. Although the possession has not been completed, the god's instinct is still there. It is an excellent result to force him to dodge." Bai Fu said while summoning the civil and military judges to point soldiers in Yincheng's body to block the surroundings.

"This kid has a good talent." Ma Jingyi saw Xun Yi easily combine his swordsmanship and divine power, and was alert in his heart: "No, he must fight quickly and never give him the opportunity to adapt to divine power." He quickly wrote two words, one "tiger" and the other "rock".

The word "Tiger" dissipated a lot of the remaining divine power of the Ma Jingyi. The divine heart was reeling and forced to squeeze the life span of the Ma Jingyi, writing the second character "Yan".

"It's a pity that this believer's divine power is too weak. It would be great if another believer was there too." When he sensed another person in the city, the evil god gave up this idea. Since he had already been ambushed, why waste another piece of his own?

The two words "Tiger, Rock," transformed in the air. A fierce and colorful tiger roared and appeared. Rocks continued to fall in the air, constantly disturbing the tiger when it attacked Xun Yi.

Bang bang bang! The rocks fell one after another, and Xun Yi jumped away from the rock attack point, and saw the huge rocks gradually blocking the range of action. The word "rock" that was constantly rotating above his head continued to smash the stone.

"This is a curse for continuous attacks? Just break it?" Xun Yi said, blocking the evil tiger with his sword.

When he heard what Xun Yi said, the god mocked him: "Break it? My mountain rock curse takes this guy's life span at the cost. Not to mention you, a shallow mortal, even a real god may not be able to succeed."

Bai Fu also whispered: "Don't worry, my son, our people are coming soon. You can just drag it to that moment. Then, write this note on the merit book, and Master Chenghuang will have an excuse to help you treat your heart disease."

"The banyan covers the sky." The huge banyan tree is twisted and vigorously dancing and knocks back the tiger. The dense crown above its head is like a green cover to bounce back all the rocks, splashing back and forth in the dense forest.

A banyan becomes a forest, which is the strongest defensive sword move in the Maolin sword. With the display of divine power, it turns into a real big tree and stands behind it.

Xun Yi adjusted his breathing, and after the banyan tree was broken by mountain rocks and tigers, the sword style in his hand changed: "The eleven swords in the forest, and the snow of the pines."

In the severe winter, the sky and the earth are slaying, the wind and snow all over the sky turn into ice blades, and the banyan tree behind them disappears and the green ancient pine needles appear. Countless pine needles are shot out, and the tiger is beaten into a sieve in the blink of an eye, and the blood flowers are rendered with the pine trees.

When the Cang Song sees snow, it alludes to the point of a sword staining blood.

Xun Yi's face was cold, holding a sword in both hands, looking at the cursive script that kept falling rocks in the air. "The sparse shadows of the dry plum blossoms!"

The scattered plum shadows turned into dozens of light and shadows, and rushed towards the "rock" along the wooden sword.

The font flashed red, and immediately shook Xun Yi away, while the font was unscathed.

"Haha...haha... This blood curse magic text that uses the life spell used by living beings is not something you can break by mortal swordsmanship?" Taking advantage of Xun Yi's skill in breaking the law, the gods started writing again. This time they wrote a single word, but a poem - Li Feng Liao Chiyan.

In an instant, the fire was beating, and the firebirds and golden phoenixes hovered in the dense forest. The red flames were like evil beasts swallowing the dense forest.

The dense forest was ignited by flames, and heat waves came to the face layer by layer.

Xun Yi frowned and suddenly rushed towards the gods. Capture the thief and capture the king first. Perhaps killing him can break this spell?

The god quickly controlled the word "rock" and built a huge stone wall in front of him to block Xun Yi from outside.

"Young Master, it is impossible to attack him without breaking this font. This is the mysterious method of Wen. Please wait until Wen Jue comes. Just be careful not to be burned by fire."

Bai Fu did not think that this magic technique could be broken according to Xun Yi's current power. He only allowed him to protect himself and wait for the original body of him and Wen Jue to come.

Xun Yi didn't say anything. Through the gap, he could vaguely see the man opposite him still portraying a new spell. He felt anxious, but at this time he calmed down, closed his eyes, squatted in horse stance, and recalled the Maolin sword technique that his father had demonstrated to him.

Sweats were rippling on his forehead, and sparks splashed in the Confucian uniforms, igniting holes one by one.

"Zhuhua Taoyao." Peach blossoms appeared beside him. Bai Fu originally wanted to persuade him to replace it with Cangsong to save his life. Suddenly, he saw the fiery red maple leaves in Yaoyao's peach blossoms.

"Maple fire is connected to the sky?" Bai Fu was surprised and happy. This was one of the three hidden swords among the twelve swords in Maolin. The autumn wind was bleak, and the red maple was like fire.

"Combining sword skills!" Bai Fu thought of what Mao De Gong said in the time when he created the Twelve Swords, and immediately understood what Xun Yi was doing.

The burning flowers and maple fire are superimposed, and the surrounding red maple leaves are rolling up with peach blossoms.

The fire circles wrapped around Xun Yi, and the flames ignited from the dense forest gathered around Xun Yi little by little and turned into his own strength, and finally formed a fire dragon: "Go!"

The fire dragon roared in the sky, and the golden phoenix transformed by Lihuo was like a great enemy. It drowned the fire phoenix in another red sea of ​​fire with shoveling flowers, and then attacked the sword energy to smash the word "rock" in the air and rushed towards the gods.

The god looked cold: "Feng!" He once again took out the life span of Ma Jingyi and wrote the word "Feng". The red fire dragon collided with the word "Feng", and the whole body flew into the word "Feng!" and turned into a piece of fire dragon talisman paper.

"The combination of sword techniques can actually activate the five elements, and this sword technique has left the mortal stream." The gods looked up and down at Xun Yi.

Xun Yi snorted and held the sword forward again, but as soon as he took a few steps, his body suddenly stiffened and his face became painful. The wooden sword fell to the ground, and he lay straight on the ground and curled up into a ball.

"It can be seen that your health is not good. Can your body bear this combination of sword skills when fighting with me so fiercely? "The god said calmly: "If I had to force you to get sick, why should I write these words specifically to delay time?"

"Boy, you have good talent, but you have no experience. A mere mortal who just took over the palm of the divine seal also wants to fight with a god like me?" With a light flash of his finger, his energy smashed the earth under Xun Yi and knocked him into the trunk in the distance.

"Puff——" Xun Yi struggled to fall into a coma.

The gods were about to kill them all, but suddenly looked up and looked around. The divine power shield established by Wen Ping and others was about to fall, and the gods gradually lost their connection with their original body.
Chapter completed!