"You don't overestimate your capabilities! How can you shake the monster body?" Snow Wolf Demon Master was filled with blood and breathed out ice blades.
"I'm afraid you don't dare to fight!" Seeing that the opponent was about to fight hard, Li Hongying's fighting spirit did not weaken, but became even louder.
Poof!!!
The moment the spear penetrated the demon's body, the Snow Wolf Demon Master looked at the fiery red spear that penetrated through his body in disbelief.
"How...how is it possible..." It felt that the vitality in its body was rapidly draining, and it wanted to struggle but could not move.
"Hmph!" Li Hongying drew out her spear and said coldly: "The demon clan's body is nothing more than this."
"How is that possible?" The Snow Wolf Demon Master's huge body fell to one side, and the flames almost burned away all the hair on his body.
The physical body is not afraid of the fire of the plundering spear spirit, but at this moment the Snow Wolf Demon Master has really fallen down, and the last remaining life cannot be believed how the fifth-level human warrior can break through his physical body and infuse the raging plundering spear spirit.
Entering his internal organs.
When the other two big demons saw that Li Hongying had directly killed their demon clan's fifth-level demon master, they immediately felt like they were facing a formidable enemy and wanted to run away.
But he was stared at by three Confucian scholars, and his method of sneaking into the ice lake was completely useless, and he was restrained on one side.
The three Hanlin officers had no intention of competing with the young man who liked to fight, so they just let her go.
When Li Hongying saw this, he immediately used the power of thunder to pick out one of them with one shot!
The four snow wolf demons all died tragically at the hands of Li Hongying.
The fiery red figure floated to the ground, walked to Li Xingyun, and said cheerfully: "It is indeed a war poem passed down to the world, it is amazing."
The war poem that Li Hongying said was passed down to the world was naturally a famous line from "Road to Heaven" written by Li Xingyun.
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!
Confucian war poems are usually performed by the Confucian scholars themselves, just like the three Hanlins performed the "Unclothed" war poem.
But Li Xingyun is different. He is the original author of the poem. There are rubbings of the poem in the literary palace, which can mobilize his power to others.
It truly demonstrates the power of stacking buffs of Confucian scholars.
And the sharpness of this war poem is like a Kunpeng soaring ninety thousand miles! Speaking of sharpness, when it is unleashed in Li Hongying's plundering musket, even the fleshly body of a fifth-grade demon master will have to drink hatred!
The only drawback...
"I just stepped into the scholar position, and most of my talent was drained out by you all at once." Li Xingyun sat on the stone slab of the Huxin Pavilion feeling a little tired.
"Li Xingyun! How are you?" Li Hongying was originally in high spirits, but a look of anxiety suddenly appeared on her cheerful face.
Unknowingly, she regarded Li Xingyun as one of the few confidants she could talk to, and she didn't want to see anything happen to him.
"You can't die, you just have to recover." Li Xingyun began to sit up cross-legged and meditate on Confucian classics.
The little talent he generated was absorbed by the stone pillars in the Wen Palace and then spat out.
Seeing this, Li Hongying also sat on the ground, crossed her white and slender legs, and regained her strength.
The three Hanlin looked at each other again, and there was always a feeling that the court master had asked them to come over to protect the two young people. At this moment, they had the illusion that they were being reversed...
It was not an illusion. In fact, when they faced the dilemma, they really relied on Li Xingyun's epiphany in the dilemma and Li Hongying's reincarnation of the Valkyrie to defeat the fifth-level demon master so easily.
"Young people are terrible!" The three of them looked at the two people who were cultivating and couldn't help but sigh at the same time.
...
I don’t know how long it took, but Li Xingyun felt that the missing talent in Wen Gong had almost recovered.
When she opened her eyes, she found that Li Hongying had long been happy again, like a rabbit, constantly walking back and forth on the broken bridge that had lost the rules of a saint.
"Have you recovered?" Han Lin, a commoner, asked with concern when he saw Li Xingyun wake up.
"Okay." Li Xingyun nodded and asked: "Senior, the Snow Wolf Demon in the Broken Bridge Canxue Secret Realm has been eliminated, but do you still want to go see the sealed place?"
"Of course I have to take a look just in case." Han Lin said honestly, but in the next second his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a smile he had never seen before.
"Are you just going to leave like this?"
"Senior, what do you mean?" Li Xingyun was a little hairy when he stared at him, and his back was so scared.
"You don't want Wen Guan anymore?"
"Literary courage?!" Li Xingyun's tiger body shook, and he felt as refreshed as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.
Hanlin asked with a smile: "Why do you think the emperor can choose the positions of each team, but only sends us to the secret place of Broken Bridge and Canxue?"
Seeing Li Xingyun wake up and stop playing, Li Hongying jumped over and answered without thinking: "Isn't there a shortage of manpower?"
"Uh..." Han Lin was speechless for a second, then coughed slightly and said: "It is true that there is a shortage of manpower, but the two best Confucian treasures in the West Lake, one is a semi-sage cultural treasure, are placed in Lei
The peak tower guards the heart of the Demon Emperor. Another rare piece of literature is right here."
"If you hadn't broken the rules here, I'm afraid this piece of literary courage wouldn't have appeared."
As he spoke, he stamped his feet.
The meaning is no longer too obvious.
Li Xingyun looked around at the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and then stopped at the center of the plum tree.
Questioned: "Senior, wouldn't you say that these eyes are the literary courage left by the saint?"
Buyi Hanlin told the truth: "Before, I simply thought it was a formation eye, but after the rules here were broken, this thing was still unaffected. It fits the description of Confucian literati."
"Entering this secret realm of Broken Bridge and Remaining Snow, Confucian scholars suddenly realized that the county-level first text and ink and holy pages were consumed. You and this girl are the ones who have paid the most among us. This literary courage is of no use to a martial artist. You come to pick it up and refine it."
It’s most suitable to change it.”
When Li Xingyun heard this, he felt a little enthusiastic.
He glanced at the three Hanlins. He could have picked this thing off and refined it while he was cultivating, but at this moment, they didn't intend to compete with him for this literary courage. He looked like he was just strolling around in the garden and said sincerely: "Thank you.
Several seniors."
"Um."
Li Xingyun walked to the plum tree.
It shook the Wen Palace between the eyebrows, shaking off several talents to connect with the plum blossom tree.
At that moment, the plum blossom tree disappeared out of thin air, and the next second it disappeared into his belly.
Confucian literary courage, placed in Taoism, is the Taoist heart of the Taoist.
It’s just that Confucian literary courage has its realm.
One realm! Tough as grass and trees!
Second realm! As solid as a rock!
Flawless in three realms, immortal in four realms...
Most of the Confucian scholars who have reached the level of human beings can rely on years of accumulation of knowledge and awe-inspiring righteousness to create a level of literary courage.
The plum blossom tree in front of Li Xingyun should have been a flawless literary masterpiece, but over time, it has become incomplete.
But even the incomplete flawless literary courage can help him create a literary courage as tough as grass and trees!
"Even a first-level literary talent needs a cornerstone. Plum blossoms are known to be noble, strong, proud, and not afraid of frost and cold. By tempering them with [White Plum] poems, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort!"