Chapter eight hundred and seventy seventh national fortune blessing
As soon as the list came out, the previous doubts disappeared, but everyone was still unable to accept the result for a while.
Su Ping'an appeared in front of Weng Yizhong again, "Old King Wen, I'm here again!"
"..."
Weng Yizhong twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely.
Does this guy have a quarter of an hour to go down?!
Too bad!
"Here, give... I'll give you something, take it and get down quickly!"
This time, Old King Wen didn't even want to pretend anymore. With an impatient look on his face, he stuffed the prize box into Su Pingan's hand like a bomb, and then started chasing people away.
"Hey, why are you chasing people away? I will come back!"
Su Ping'an took the box and got off the awards stage again. When he opened the box, he saw that it was an inkstone again. Although it was a cultural treasure of Wenzong, both the outer workmanship and the quality were far worse than the previous one.
"Don't they know that calligraphy will definitely win our big announcement, so they deliberately treat them differently!"
Su Pingan complained dissatisfiedly.
These words were heard by Feng Shaoyang next to him, and the latter's resentment instantly broke out, "Don't be dissatisfied, you guy. You already have several cultural treasures in your hands, and you are still picky. Have you ever considered it?" How others feel?!”
Seeing how red-faced and thick-necked this guy was, he almost pointed at himself.
Everyone else around him looked very unhappy when Feng Shaoyang mentioned him like this.
They all came to participate in the Four Kingdoms Competition. Now the others don't get any rewards. Only Su Ping'an got the cultural treasure. Doesn't this make them all very shy?!
Amidst the uproar and excitement all around, the award ceremony was then held.
This time, there was no need to make an announcement, and the people below started arguing, "Stop shouting, we all know who it is, let's finish it quickly!"
"It's that guy again, I don't even want to see his face!"
"Hey... what a great gift to the country's real food!"
Now it was Dali Country's turn to be ridiculed by the crowd.
Xuanyuan Qi and others were ashamed, feeling like "I'm sorry to everyone, I'm sorry for embarrassing you".
"Old King Wen, I..."
This time Weng Yizhong didn't wait for Su Pingan to come on stage and say a word. He stretched out his hand and threw a box to Su Pingan. Then he ignored him and turned around and announced: "The last martial arts award ceremony will begin next..."
When he said this, Weng Yizhong turned around and saw Su Ping'an standing on the stage. He had not yet left. His forehead darkened and he lowered his voice and said: "The reward has been given to you, why are you still here? "
Su Ping'an didn't care about Old King Wen's attitude. As an old man, it's understandable to have a temper. He said with a smile: "Oh, it's okay. You declare yours. Anyway, I am the number one."
"..."
Weng Yizhong choked.
Thinking about it carefully, okay, it seems that it is really this guy again in the martial arts competition.
Even he felt tired when he thought of this.
How can this bastard get so many first places? Isn't he tired?!
Then Weng Yizhong announced on the stage, "The winner of this four-nation martial arts competition is... Okay, I already know it's you, here you go, hurry up and get off!"
Weng Yizhong didn't even want to mention Su Ping'an's name one more time, and started chasing people away as soon as he stuffed the reward into his pocket.
The people from the other three countries watching this scene were both angry and funny.
What makes me angry is that all the first places belong to Su Pingan.
What's funny is that even old King Wen doesn't want to see this guy.
The audience below were also shocked.
I heard that Su Ping'an was also participating in the martial arts competition. Their reaction was mediocre. They looked like they were used to it and said expressionlessly: "Oh, it's him again!"
At this point, the awards for the Six Kingdoms Competition in the Four Kingdoms have been completed. Daxuan Kingdom has unprecedentedly won the first place in all the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and martial arts competitions since the Confucian sage, shocking the world.
What is even more frightening is that all these firsts were not achieved by different literary cultivators in Daxuan Kingdom, but by one person.
Although looking at Su Pingan's face, countless people below were a little impatient, but after finally realizing this, they were still shocked beyond measure.
"One person takes all the first places. This is really unprecedented!"
"Yes, no one has ever been able to do it. This Su Pingan is really too evil!"
“Is this guy really going to become the next ‘Confucian sage’?!”
There were constant whispers and discussions below. Even the elders and kings of the other three countries were secretly sizing up Su Ping'an at this moment. They only felt that this guy would definitely become famous in the mainland if nothing unexpected happened in the future.
"This time Daxuan really has a great character. Daxuan may really rise!"
Zhao Mengfu looked at Su Ping'an on the viewing platform of the Da Zhan royal family and sighed slightly.
After Su Pingan was confirmed in all his honors, there was an invisible bang and a sudden thunder in the sky, followed by countless colorful literary auras pouring in from all directions, instantly pouring into Su Pingan's head.
"What's going on? What happened?"
This sudden scene startled everyone.
"Don't panic, this is a good thing!"
Next to him, Luo Lie also looked nervous at first, worried that something would happen to Su Ping'an, but after he saw the colorful culture in front of him, he stopped and said with a hint of joy in his eyes: "This is the blessing of national luck.
This kid Su Ping'an is truly unparalleled in luck. He was the first to win the first place in all competitions. He didn't expect to receive a ray of national destiny from heaven and earth. This is a rare opportunity for literary cultivators.
Even the Confucian sages of that time have never received such an honor!"
"ah?!"
After hearing what Luo Lie said, the students in the surrounding liberal arts colleges suddenly fell silent again.
Guan Feng even gritted his teeth and said: "Is there any reason for this? This guy has made so much limelight and won so many rewards. Now he has the blessing of national luck. Is this guy the biological son of Confucianism and Taoism?
?!"
The people around Da Zhan, Da Feng and Da Li were also surprised.
"If you win all the first places, you will be recognized by Confucianism and Taoism from heaven and earth, and be blessed by the national destiny?"
"This reward is too outrageous!"
"Look, that guy's aura is skyrocketing!"
Countless people stared at Su Ping'an blankly with their eyes widened. This scene at this time had broken everyone's understanding.
This time the national games are not a bet made before the Four Nations Competition. The divided national games are extra rewards from heaven and earth, so they are even more precious.
With the blessing of the colorful national luck, Su Ping'an, who was already at the ninth realm of Wenshi, suddenly received promotion again. With a bang, he broke through to the realm of Wenzong, and even flew all the way to the fifth realm of Wenzong.
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Seeing this, everyone in the audience widened their eyes and exclaimed: "This guy is really the reincarnation of a Confucian sage. His cultivation level has increased too fast!"