The people in the other eight palaces, whether they were palace masters or other powerful men, all looked solemn.
The Confucian Palace is already the strongest among the eight palaces, and the disciples of this generation seem to be far behind the disciples of other palaces.
"If nothing unexpected happens, Confucianism will also be the number one university in Yuling Continent in the next eight hundred years." Guan Jizhai sighed.
"No matter what you say, I believe Jiang Yan can win."
Tan Miaoyan is indeed very powerful, and Yan Youqin is indeed powerful, so powerful that it makes people despair and suffocate, but Li Youlang always firmly believes that Jiang Yan is the one who can have the last laugh.
"No wonder I dared to take out the Emperor's Bell as the reward for being number one in the Eight Prefectures. Ji Li was sure that the person who would get the title of No. 1 in the Eight Prefectures would be a student of the Confucian Mansion.
Except for Yan Youqin, who would have thought that a person who talks about wonderful words could be proficient in the Dharma of the first-generation Confucian sage and the Dharma of the second-generation Confucian Sage King Su..." Lei Huaji also felt the pressure.
"We cannot let the Confucian Palace become stronger, otherwise the space of the Wu Palace will be even more compressed."
Lei Huaji frowned and thought about countermeasures. Fortunately, this time Wenfu and Rufu were facing each other head-on. The best result would be to fight and lose both sides.
"Lu Daoxuan, Lu Daoxuan, you must hold on."
Shui Wuxin's pressure doubled, and all seven of his poems fell on Tan Miaoyan, but they were unable to penetrate the heavenly body with heaven and earth as its robe. This was the nemesis of all scribes, whether it was a painting spirit or a spirit or even a spirit.
It's a book sticker.
"Master Lu, is Shui Wuxin going to lose?"
Jiang Yan was sweating for Shui Wuxin, no one thought that talking about clever words would be so powerful.
"Look, let's look again..."
Lu Dao
But this kind of technique also existed in Wen Mansion, but he didn't know whether Shui Wuxin had understood it or practiced it.
Shui Wuxin talks arrogantly and talks wisely. Even in the face of endless pressure, he remains calm and composed, reciting Wenfu's true chapter.
"Literature is a great virtue. How can it be that it coexists with heaven and earth? The black and yellow colors are mixed, divided into square and round bodies; the sun and moon are stacked on top of each other to form the beautiful image of the sky; the mountains and rivers are colorful, to pave the shape of the earth.
This is a text that covers the Tao."
Although Lu Daoxuan was trying his best to suppress it, his trembling breathing showed his excitement.
"He really knows Hara Daozhang!"
"What is the original Daozhang?"
Yuan Daozhang? Both Fu Changlin and Zhao Suixian were a little moved after hearing this. Helingshu is the number one technique in Wenfu Danqing, and Yuan Daozhang is the Fuyuan Wushuang technique!
Fu Changlin was also a Confucian scholar, and he also tried to understand Yuan Daozhang. Unfortunately, he, the best scholar in the literary world, failed countless times to understand it.
Wei Changli mentioned the reason for the failure to him. The original Daozhang is the foundation of "Fu". It explains the formation of Fu and expresses the avenue of heaven and earth in the form of an article. This requires Fu to have a broad mind and be able to accommodate the mountains and rivers in his mind.
of the world.
"Although the Heavenly Body and the Tai Su Gong are strong, they may not be stronger than our Yuan Daozhang. After all, for many years before, our Wen Mansion was the best in the world."
The original Daozhang was placed openly and openly in the Fuyuan sect's scriptures in the Wen Mansion. Every year, Zhou Mengde asked the new students of Fuyuan to recite it. His biggest purpose was not only to learn from these sects' scriptures, but also to learn from these people.
Looking for someone who can understand the original Daozhang.
However, no one has been able to understand it for so many years, and Lu Daoxuan did not expect that Shui Wuxin had already learned this almost lost method.
In addition to explaining the formation of Fu, Yuan Daozhang is also a method of fundamentally manipulating 'Fu'. It does not have a strong attack power, but it can transform other Fu!
The dead tree has not sprouted new buds, but instead looks more aged. The ink-painted bark is dark and shiny, like pieces of black scales. The hundred-foot dead tree is like a troll, playing with countless branches and arms.
The power and scope of the Great Wind Gift increased several times, covering a hundred miles wide, and the sky was filled with endless wind blades.
The seven poems written by Shui Wuxin, such as the Pheasant Bird Fu, the White Crane Fu, etc., have all completed the transformation and sublimation in the original Tao.
The power of the seven chapters after the original path increased sharply, and the wind blades of dozens of feet suddenly arrived. Tan Miaoyan only pointed a finger, and everything stopped before his eyes.
As a heavenly being integrated with heaven and earth, he can control all phenomena.
The strong wind has broken the wind, the old trees are like horned dragons, and the dense branches are like ropes entwining the wonderful words.
This dead tree gift could not hurt his body, but Tan Miaoyan, who possessed the heavenly being, realized that he could not break free for a while.
"Want to delay?"
Talking about wonderful words and smiling, he naturally couldn't give Shui Wuxin a chance. The aura of awe-inspiring turned into the most righteous flame in the world, and the dead tree was quickly burned down.
The Dead Tree Fu was burned, the Pheasant Fu and the White Crane Fu were killed. Tan Miaoyan was getting closer and closer to Shui Wuxin, and he was getting closer and closer to victory.
Yuan Daozhang originally had stronger power, but Shui Wuxin only used it once and then let it go. He had more important things to do.
He didn't care about the situation of the battle, but cut his finger, used the blood on his fingertips as ink and applied it to the brush, and started writing in the air. This was the eighth poem he prepared quietly, and also his final trump card.
"Since now, there has been all kinds of hypocrisy. The sycophants are blazing day by day, and the strength is destroyed. The licking hemorrhoids are tied to the fours, and the righteousness is in vain. The woman is famous and powerful, and caress the powerful. The Yan Jian rebels against the customs, and establishes blame. The quick deterrence drives away things.
, the sun is getting richer and the moon is prospering. We are all confused, who is warm and who is cold? The evil man appears and the honest man hides in the dark. Record it with a poem and follow the way to God."
These blood-red words flashed in mid-air, and the seven poems he had left before had all been broken.
The eloquent talk of the Heavenly Human Body and Haoran's Dharma was almost unstoppable. Shui Wuxin had just finished doing all this and was already in a desperate situation. The outside of his body was enveloped by the heavenly fire transformed by Haoran's righteousness.
"Are you admitting defeat?" Tan Miaoyan asked.
"In Wen Mansion, there is no shame in admitting defeat. After all, we are all our own people, but how could I admit defeat to a Confucian scholar here?" Shui Wuxin refused.
"Then you go to hell"
She had already given him a chance to admit defeat, which was considered to be the most benevolent thing. Since Shui Wuxin did not know what was good or bad, Tan Miaoyan had already made plans to get rid of a strong enemy for the Confucian Mansion.
However, this indestructible sky fire stopped three feet away from Shui Wuxin's body, and it was still difficult to control it no matter how much Tan Miaoyan controlled it.
"How is this going"
"Don't think that only the Confucian family has secret techniques. We, the Wen family, also have them. Look behind you!"
Shui Wuxin looked a little pale. The technique just now consumed a lot of his spiritual power, but he still pointed his finger behind his back.
He thought that Tan Miaoyan, who had mastered the Haoran method and the human form of heaven at the same time, would be a sure winner, but he still couldn't help but shudder when he looked behind him.