NEW FATHER: THE EMPRESS APPEARED AT MY DOOR WITH OUR DAUGHTER
Chapter 102 You Write This?
As they spoke, Fan Shengzhou and Wei Lingfeng were already standing in the middle of the crowd.
The two were less than a hundred feet apart and their eyes met.
Tension appeared in the air.
"Give me a brush!" Wei Lingfeng waved her right hand, and the huge brush flew up and into her hand.
Everyone looked at it carefully. The brushstrokes seemed to be made of special metal.
From the deep hole that the brush made in the ground, everyone was sure that this pen weighed at least fifty kilograms.
As for Bai Junqian and the others, they remembered that Wei Lingfeng's brush was a spirit artifact with incredible strength.
Fan Shengzhou did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly activated the true essence in his body to take out the spirit artifact brush he was carrying.
"Give me the paper!"
Both of them shouted at the same time. Two sheets of white paper flew out from the school in the distance and floated in front of them.
"Please!"
"Please!"
According to the rules of the literary world, before official competition, everyone in the literary world had to submit to each other. After the two completed this process, they held a brush in their hands and wrote on white paper.
In less than five seconds, they both finished writing.
Then, they swung their right hand, unleashed a stream of spiritual energy, and threw the paper onto the ground in the distance.
Bang out! Bang out!
After two loud explosions, the two sheets of paper were smashed one inch deep into the ground.
After Bai Junqian had measured his depth with a special ivory ruler, he said,
“Teacher and Senior Wei both make dents as deep as an inch. It's series!”
The fifty thousand disciples of the Three Kingdoms Academy were all secretly excited.
They thought to themselves, as expected of the pseudo Saint who was taught by the Empress Husband.
His strength was already on par with the established literary giant, Wei Lingfeng.
Fan Shengzhou was also very excited.
If not for the guidance of the Empress Husband, she would have suffered a crushing defeat in front of Wei Lingfeng in the first match of the day.
Wei Lingfeng frowned. He had not expected Fan Shengzhou to be a pseudo saint.
“This stupid old man actually made a breakthrough by hiding here for two thousand years.”
“Simply he dared to set up an academy between these countries.”
Wei Lingfeng took a deep breath.
He had suffered countless hardships for the competition today.
He was confident that he could completely destroy Fan Shengzhou in the next round.
"Continue!" Wei Lingfeng roared and formed a seal with both hands while the spiritual energy in her body surged in panic.
“You are talented and you can destroy the country with your literary sword!”
After he and Fan Shengzhou said these two words at the same time, their bodies exploded with a golden light.
In the blink of an eye, the golden light turned into two long swords that were over 10 feet long and floated in front of the two of them.
The two swords were formed from countless profound words with the naked eye. They were filled with an extremely talented aura.
Bai Junqian and the others, as well as fifty thousand disciples, were shocked.
As expected of the summarized literary sword of the pseudo Saint. The sword energy was amazing
"Cut!"
Fan Shengzhou and Wei Lingfeng roared at the same time and swung their swords at each other.
Bang out!
The sword energy was destroyed.
Fan Shengzhou and Wei Lingfeng's swords completely evaporated.
But Fan Shengzhou's sword had broken early.
"Ha ha!" Wei Lingfeng laughed out loud. “Fan Shengzhou, your literary cultivation is indeed impressive, but unfortunately, you are still a little lower!”
Fan Shengzhou slightly nodded. “Your increase is surprising. I never expected that the scholar that I easily defeated back then would become so powerful.
Wei Lingfeng gritted her teeth and said, “This is the power of revenge! Without experiencing such great humiliation, you would not understand how determined I am!
Fan Shengzhou pondered for a moment and looked up. "I haven't lost yet, so you don't have to be so cocky."
Wei Lingfeng's gaze was aggressive. “In this final round, I will let you see how big the difference between us.” is
The literature of the Gods is the most important and most difficult segment in the literary competition.
Compacting the God of Literature not only required a very deep cultivation of literature, but incomparable literary talent and endurance were also required. In the past, Wei Lingfeng had only been slightly disadvantaged in the first two rounds.
During the God of Literature, he was completely defeated. He remembered very clearly that Fan Shengzhou instantly condensed two colors of starlight radiance.
However, even after expending all of his strength, he was still unable to condense any starlight.
This kind of gap was simply an abyss that a literary figure could not possibly overcome.
"Hmmm!" Wei Lingfeng gave a cold snort and did not say anything more. Instead, he frantically mobilized the true essence and aura of talent in his body.
Phew ~
A dazzling purple light shot into the sky from his body. Then, a red, yellow, blue, and golden divine light lit up with a purple light.
After the five colors mixed into one, they turned into starlight that filled the sky.
Five-colored star light illuminated the ground.
“Light five-star colors! Only two colors away from the holy light seven colors!”
“As expected of the number one literary giant in the continent!”
When they saw Wei Lingfeng's five-star-colored light, Bai Jungian and the others were greatly amazed.
Fan Shengzhou revealed an incomparable serious expression at this moment, and he also activated the true essence and aura of talent in his body with all his might.
Hu –
After the purple light appeared, there were only two colors, red and yellow, surrounding it.
“It's just three-color starlight!”
Seeing this, Bai Junqian and the others shook their heads.
His teacher was a newly advanced pseudo-Saint and was still inferior to Wei Lingfeng.
Wei Lingfeng waited for a moment and inevitably showed a delighted expression when she realized that no new color had appeared on Fan Shengzhou's body.
“Fan Shengzhou, you are still losing!”
“How you won against me back then is how I will win against you today. You have nothing to say now, right?
He immediately felt relieved.
Only by completely destroying Fan Shengzhou would he become the legitimate number one literary giant in the continent.
In fact, even the literary world of the Nine Heavens Eternal Realm respected him.
Fan Shengzhou nodded obediently, and was about to bow and salute:
“In the cultivation of literature, the honoured achievers. Your achievement is higher than mine. Kindly accept me..”
Before he finished speaking, Bai Junqian hurriedly shouted, "Teacher, wait!"
Hu~
The three-colored star radiance solidified by Fan Shengzhou suddenly broke apart and turned into countless tiny lights that were even more colorful.
Everyone looks up.
The starlight that originally had three colors is now seven colors and dazzling.
The mysterious seven-colored divine light connected the radiance of stars to the academy's stone tablet for a long time.
"Holy light of seven colors!"
At this moment, the smile on Wei Lingfeng's face froze. "How did you get to the Literary Saint Realm?"
He hurriedly looked towards the seven-colored divine light.
On that stone tablet, there were two extraordinary sentences.
One cannot achieve high ideals without a simple life!
One cannot attain lofty ideals without a peaceful state of mind!
"You wrote this?" Wei Lingfeng looked at Fan Shengzhou in shock.
These two sentences alone were enough to show how talented he was.
He was convinced that the one who could write these two lines must be a literary saint rarely seen in the world!
At this moment, Fan Shengzhou, Bai Junqian, and the others were also aware.
It turned out that the seven-colored divine light emitting the light of a Saint was not produced by Fan Shengzhou, but by the words written by the Empress Husband on the stone tablets.
“How can I have the ability to write peerless works?” Fan Shengzhou hurriedly shook his head and looked at Lin Xuan. “Suami the Empress is the saint of world literature. This is all his work!”
"The Saints of Literature at this time?"
Wei Lingfeng hurriedly looked at Lin Xuan.
It turned out that the Northern Mystical Heaven Empress Husband was not only a prominent figure, but also a talented literary saint!
This…
He was really showing off in front of the literary saint. Even if he wins, what can he be proud of?
By the way, the Empress Husband had become a literary saint at such a young age.
As a person who had lived for thousands of years, he was determined to take revenge. He had suffered greatly to reach the semi-Saint level.
What right does it have to show off and be arrogant in front of the Empress Husband?
With the Queen Husband around, there was no place for her, Wei Lingfeng, at the peak of the literary world!
With this in mind, Wei Lingfeng hurriedly put away her brush, straightened her clothes, and quickly walked towards Lin Xuan and bowed. “I failed to recognize your greatness. Please don't blame me, Mister!”
He specifically emphasized the word "Master" to show his respect.