86_86570The warrior looked nervous, supported the old man who fell to the ground, and shouted at the blue-robed Xiucai on the carriage: "How can a scholar be so arrogant, where have all the sage etiquette you learned gone!?"

Qingpao Xiucai only showed a faint sneer, and did not answer, he held a brush dipped in ink, and was about to write a poem.

"Uncle, you go elsewhere first, I'll meet this talent. The warrior helped the old man up, turned his head to look at the green robe Xiucai, pulled out the long knife at his waist with a bang, and said in a cold voice: "Look at how fast you write poems or my knife is fast!"

Qingpao Xiucai glanced at the martial artist with contempt in his eyes, shook his head and said, "Heh, with your current actions, I can report to the county guard and put you in prison for a year and a half." Wu also wants to fight with Wen? It's ridiculous!"

"You!" the warrior's heart trembled, and he glared angrily at the blue-robed Xiucai, and the hand holding the knife involuntarily loosened a little.

The surrounding warriors also dare to be angry and dare not speak, when today's literature is respected, martial arts are regarded as a small art that is not elegant.

Among the literati, the name of the person who practices martial arts is not a martial artist, but a martial artist, a martial artist.

Even if this green-robed boy only has a talent and literary position, he is also a person in the literary and Taoist way, and his identity is not much higher than that of a martial artist.

If a warrior shows a sword to Xiucai, once it is reported, it will definitely be difficult to escape prison, on the contrary, if Xiucai injures a warrior in a battle poem, as long as it is not fatal, at most it will be a warning.

This is almost impossible in other worlds, but in this world of literature and Taoism, where poetry can condense and transform reality into actual combat power, it is very common.

"This martial artist, well, martial artist, are you ready?" Qingpao Xiucai looked at the martial artist like he was looking at a ridiculous monkey, his eyes full of banter.

At this time, this warrior had no way back, the long knife in his hand suddenly clenched, and he exerted force under his feet, only to hear a bang, a small pit appeared on the paved road of stones, and the warrior had already burst out at a very fast speed and rushed towards Qingpao Xiucai.

The bright long knife was raised, and the blade reflected the sunlight on the face of the green robe Xiucai, as long as the blade fell, the green robe Xiucai would most likely be splashed with blood on the spot.

Qingpao Xiucai did not panic at all, his face did not change, his expression was calm, and the brush in his hand quickly wrote a line of words on the paper.

"The wind and rain fell, and the snow opened the bloody plums. ”

It's not a good poem, and even Zhou Cheng's level can evaluate it, but his divine sense clearly feels the killing aura on that blank paper!

The words are like sharp swords, exuding a dazzling sharp aura, the words and poems are combined with some inexplicable power between heaven and earth, a blue light flashes, and the void becomes real and manifests!

A large piece of black feather arrows suddenly appeared in front of the green-robed Xiucai, dense and endless, which made the warrior stunned, and he retreated directly, and the warrior who was watching next to him retreated to the boundary of the road.

The so-called "torrential rain" in the poem is actually a rain of arrows!

Immediately, the wind burst out, blowing the curtain of the carriage door hunting, and the green robe Xiucai stood up with his hands in his hands, and whispered in his mouth: "The rain falls and the blood is open!"

Whoosh!

The dense black feather arrows fell like a shower, and the warrior had to keep waving the long knife in his hand, hurriedly spreading the attacking feather arrows, but the feather arrows were endless, and the manpower was exhausted, and the warrior was difficult to resist the attack of the feather arrows after all, and with a feather arrow crossing his shoulder, the original defensive posture was gone, and the empty door suddenly opened.

"Ahhhh

The warrior was shot by the Infinite Feather Arrow, and immediately let out a painful roar, and blood splattered out, falling to the ground like a red plum!

Seeing this, Zhou Cheng's eyes were cold, and he was about to carry the Zhangba Snake Spear to find trouble with the green-robed Xiucai. With his current strength, Na Xiucai didn't have the time to write war poems at all.

"Little Taoist. Ye Junyu grabbed it, shook his head and said: "That martial artist is not worried about his life, although the scene just now looks terrifying, but the martial artist is only injured by flesh and skin." ”

Flesh and skin wounds? Being shot by so many arrows is still just a flesh wound? Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then looked at the martial artist again.

I saw that the warrior was kneeling on one knee, supporting his body with a long knife, and dense scars were all over his body, but most of them were superficial wounds, and only a few places gushed blood outward.

Could it be that this martial artist has practiced some kind of kung fu such as a golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, and if he was shot by so many arrows, how could he only suffer such a few injuries?

Zhong Qinyuan explained on the side: "Senior Brother Zhou, your spirit has not yet opened, and your divine consciousness has not been completely condensed, so it is normal that you can't see it. Although there are a large number of feather arrows condensed by that Xiucai, the actual attack power is not strong, and only a few of them have strong lethality. ”

Song Hong interjected and said, "Even so, the strength of this talent is comparable to that of an ordinary refiner. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Zhong Qinyuan and Ye Junyu again, as if he felt that something was wrong, and added: "Maybe the disciples of the Great Gate Sect will be different." ”

The inheritance of the world's top sect families, whether it is exercises or artifacts, is far from being comparable to ordinary small sects.

"This martial artist is close to the consummation of refining the form and building the foundation. Ye Junyu's expression was solemn, and he said softly: "This kind of cultivation can be said to be powerless in the face of a showman, and those who have a higher rank are only afraid of higher strength." ”

In the main world, there is also a imperial examination system, and there are also the sayings of showing talents, lifting people, and jinshi, but it is not like this world can manifest into actual attacks.

"A few of you, you've been peeking at Ben Gongzi since just now, don't you also want to learn from this idiot and compete with Ben Gongzi?" After Qingpao Xiucai defeated the martial artist, he didn't seem to be happy, and turned his eyes to Zhou Cheng and the others who had been watching from the side.

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes, was this a lie down and also shot? But it was too early to clash with this Xiucai.

Although with their strength, they can easily clean up this showman, but with the rules of this world, if they really do that, they don't want to participate in the civil and military banquet, and they are ready to escape from the pursuit.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a thunderclap suddenly sounded around the carriage, and the body of the green robe Xiucai was slightly trembling, he looked up at the sky, only to see that the sky was clear and the white clouds were weaving, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Childe, Childe!" Suddenly, a young man in coarse linen clothes drove from the direction of Yongzhou in a carriage, and when he got closer, he jumped out of the carriage and walked through the crowd to the front of the green-robed Xiucai.

"Childe, the little one is late, you are frightened, the carriage is ready, let's go to Yongzhou quickly, the county guard is waiting for you." ”

Qingpao Xiucai glanced at Zhou Cheng and the others, then looked at the sky again, and said, "That's fine." ”

Zhou Cheng watched the carriage leave, and smiled at Zhong Qinyuan: "Senior Brother Zhong, that thunder just now is your masterpiece." ”

Zhong Qinyuan said modestly: "It's a small technique, it's not enough to worry about it." ”

Sometimes artifacts can indeed be called infinitely useful.

Ye Junyu said: "Just now the scholar said that the county guard was waiting for that Xiucai, but I am afraid that he is also one of the literati who participated in the civil and military banquet. ”

"Hahaha, that's just right!" Song Hong laughed and said, "Naturally, I will give him a good look when the time comes!"

Zhou Cheng looked in the direction of Yongzhou, and said in a deep voice: "Xiucai is already comparable to the beginning of the spirit, I am afraid that the spirit period is complete or even higher, and we should inquire about the situation of the civil and military banquet." ”

Ye Junyu nodded and said, "That's exactly the reason." ”

Zhong Qinyuan agreed: "Indeed, it is better to be cautious. ”

Song Hong was silent, but looked at Zhou Cheng again, looking a little puzzled