Feng Shaoyang's cultivation at the ninth level of scribe exploded with all his might.
The majestic Wen Qi evaporated into clouds above his head, whistling like waves, and the strong pressure made the air around him become heavy and stagnant.
Su Pingan's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this scene, and he subconsciously clenched the Shanhe Brush in his hand.
"Rain of Arrows!"
Following Feng Shaoyang's low shout, the surrounding Wen Qi rolled around, and instantly materialized in the void and condensed into thousands of feather arrows, which were then shot down densely.
The rain of arrows was overwhelming, and the shadow almost enveloped the entire Dongping Lake.
This is not intended to leave any room for Su Pingan to dodge!
Su Ping'an stood under the pavilion, feeling the threat of arrows from the sky. He just shouted, "Fire!"
A roar!
Qinglian's inner fire instantly evaporated from his body, and the fire wave formed a huge wall of fire. The blazing temperature made the air distort.
Bang bang bang...
The next moment, countless feather arrows hit the wall of fire, making a sound like firecrackers.
Under the high temperature of the flames, as soon as the arrows touched the wall of fire, they instantly turned into flying ash and were annihilated inch by inch.
"Three thousand thunders!"
Whoosh!
Su Ping'an then used the secret skill of the protagonist 'Xiao Yan' in 'Dou Po', and his body instantly turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared. The next moment, he appeared behind Feng Shaoyang, and then directly raised his hand
The jar is another jar.
"So fast?!"
Feng Shaoyang was shocked by Su Ping'an's speed, but he was not slow to respond. At the critical moment, he hurriedly raised the cultural treasure in his hand and blocked it with a scribe-level writing brush in front of him.
Bang!
Click!
With a crisp sound, what Feng Shaoyang didn't expect was that the brush in his hand broke as if it were made of tofu, without even resisting for a moment.
"This... could it be that the pen washer in his hand is actually a treasure of King Wen?!"
Feng Shaoyang's eyes widened.
At this moment, he thought of Qingyi Hou Luolie.
Not only was Luo Lie a cultivator of King Wen, he also had an old relationship with Su Pingan. He had previously stood up for Su Pingan and negotiated with the elders in charge of Wen Palace, so it is not difficult to understand why he would now give Su Pingan a Wenwang-level cultural treasure.
Therefore, he never thought about the sacred artifact at all. After all, the sacred artifact was too rare and too rare.
In the entire Daxuan Kingdom, there were only four artifacts in total, all of which were cultivated by Confucian saints. Now the four sacred artifacts are either in the Divine Capital Academy or in other countries, and their whereabouts are unknown...
…
He would never have thought that there was a fifth new holy weapon in this world!
Su Ping'an smashed Feng Shaoyang's cultural treasure with a jar, and then continued to hit the opponent's head with the jar in his hand. At the same time, his eyes flashed: "Is this your strength? You dare to jump like this.
You came out to threaten me? What do you do with that?!"
Bang!
A jar hit Feng Shaoyang in the head.
This blow was made by Su Ping'an in anger. The latter groaned miserably, and then fell from the air like a kite with its string broken on the spot, and crashed directly into the mud gully of Dongping Lake.
Paji...
The latter smashed a human-shaped dent on the ground, and his whole body was covered in mud, making him extremely embarrassed for a while.
"Ahem...you..."
After a while, Feng Shaoyang struggled to sit up from the mud and spat out a mouthful of blood.
This blow was caused by Su Ping'an's literary spirit that inspired the power of Shanhe Brush. How could a small scribe in the ninth level be able to withstand the power of the holy weapon?
Even Feng Shaoyang's Wenxinshu was shaken by this. In less than a month, his injury would not heal.
Su Ping'an then came down and stood in front of the latter, and then said condescendingly with a menacing look: "The thing I hate the most in my life is when someone threatens me with the people around me. Now... you have the ability to threaten another person.
Let me see?!"
Looking at Su Pingan at this time, Feng Shaoyang was horrified in his heart.
He has always looked down on Su Ping'an, thinking that the latter was just a literary cultivator in the ordinary market, and it was just luck that he could reach such a level of cultivation.
But he never expected that after the two of them fought, there would be such a result.
He lost!
The defeat was so brutal, complete and rapid.
Even the real competition between the two had just begun, and then it ended. The strength of the ninth realm of scribes, which he was always proud of, seemed to be a joke in front of the other party.
Although the latter relied on the cultural treasure in his hand, this result still made him a little unacceptable for a while. At this moment, what made him even more unbelievable was the murderous intention coming from Su Pingan.
It was so cold that it felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He was even sure that if he dared to threaten Liu Qingxi, Xiao Fuzi and others at this moment, Su Pingan would definitely kill him!
Swish, swish, swish...
Just when Feng Shaoyang was frightened and shocked, all the literary cultivators from the Golden House Restaurant not far from Dongping Lake rushed over because they sensed the noise of the fight.
At first, they thought it was because Feng Shaoyang couldn't stand the pressure from Wen Gong and chose to use any means to force Su Pingan to accept the invitation.
They were still blaming Feng Shaoyang for being too impulsive.
But when they came closer and saw the situation at the scene, everyone was dumbfounded.
They never expected that the one standing at the bottom of the pit was Su Sheng Xiaomeng, and the one lying down was their junior brother.
Lang Ziming and the others were shocked on the spot.
What's going on?
Aren’t we dazzled?
Wen Liang and the others then hurriedly jumped down into the pit, quickly rushed to the front, and then surrounded Feng Shaoyang behind them.
Meng Erhu was still staring. He glanced at Feng Shaoyang, then at Su Pingan, and then saw the brush in Su Pingan's hand. He seemed to understand something immediately, and then
He said angrily: "Su Shengxiaomeng, you actually dare to attack the people in our Wen Palace again. Do you really think that all the literary cultivators in our Wen Palace are easy to bully?!"
Wen Liang and the others had already pulled Feng Shaoyang up at this time, and then quickly asked about the situation in a low voice, saying: "Junior brother, what is going on? Is this another plan of yours?"
After Feng Shaoyang heard this, he coughed violently again, and at the same time, a trace of embarrassment and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.
Could it be that he wanted to tell his senior brothers that he was the one who took the initiative to find Su Ping'an, but the two of them broke up and started fighting, but he still hasn't fought?!
This is too embarrassing!
And I’m afraid even the senior brothers wouldn’t believe it.
A ninth-level scribe was beaten by a fifth-level scribe?!
I'm afraid no one would believe this if it was spread.
So Feng Shaoyang didn't know how to explain it for a while.
At this time, Su Ping'an suddenly spoke and explained: "Actually... this is what happened..."