Chapter 103

Seeing Wei Lingfeng's action, fan Shengzhou and others were surprised at first, and then showed a clear color.

They knew that Wei Lingfeng must be ashamed of himself in front of the emperor.

Otherwise, with his rebellious character, how could he salute the emperor so humbly?

Anyway.

Emperor Fu is a literary saint, and Wei Lingfeng is a quasi Saint at best.

He has been practicing hard for five or six thousand years, which is less than one-third of that of the emperor. He is really not qualified to be proud in front of the emperor.

What if he beat fan Shengzhou?

I'm afraid in the eyes of emperor Fu, his complacency just now is just as ugly as a clown.

Wei Lingfeng's next words also verified everyone's ideas.

"I just thought that if I defeated fan Shengzhou, I could really stand tall and look down on the whole continent."

"But I didn't expect that you, sir, the literary saint, were watching me."

"Now I know that even if I stand in the highest position, you still look down on me!"

There is only one word difference between quasi Saint Wen and Saint Wen, but there is a big difference.

Looking at the history of Canglong mainland for hundreds of millions of years, there are hundreds of saints.

The literary sage is rare.

Not to mention Lin Xuan, who became a literary Saint at a young age, is the first in history.

Wei Lingfeng has only unlimited worship and admiration for Lin Xuan at the moment.

Lin Xuan said lightly, "you know yourself. Since you know your position, you should work harder."

"Instead of being complacent and arrogant with small achievements!"

"Yes, sir, it's true insight. You're right!" Wei Lingfeng bowed again.

If others say so about him, he will rise up to refute or even fight.

But emperor Fu is a literary saint. He can't go too far anyway.

Moreover, Emperor Fu's words are reasonable, which is a great wisdom spoken by people who have been in high positions for a long time.

He was lucky that Wei Lingfeng could hear the wise words of emperor Fu!

Later, Wei Lingfeng saluted Lin Xuan again, then turned and left.

Fan Shengzhou, they saw him walking easily, which seemed to untie a huge knot.

Think about it.

Although emperor Fu criticized Wei Lingfeng, he also vaguely said that he still had room for improvement.

How can Wei Lingfeng be unhappy to get such an evaluation from the current literary saint?

As for fan Shengzhou, although he lost, he was able to get the guidance of emperor Fu, which was still glorious despite his defeat.

So he didn't pay attention to today's affairs at all, but warmly invited Lin Xuan to give a lecture.

The crowd then couldn't wait to follow Lin Xuan into the school.

They are absolutely sure that being able to receive the instruction of the current literary saint will be of immeasurable benefit to their practice in the future.

In the twinkling of an eye, two hours passed.

See the setting sun slanting westward.

Lin Xuan took his daughters on the jade chariot and prepared to return to the North Xuantian under the respectful escort of more than 50000 people from the Three Kingdoms Academy.

……

East barren Kirin mountains.

"Shen Wenshan, you can escape. You can't escape on the first day of junior high school. You'd better catch it without hands!"

"Give us the purple cloud dragon king ginseng quickly, or we will not only kill you, but also destroy your Xuanyun Pavilion!"

"Hum, do you think you can escape?"

Angry and arrogant voices rang out and shook the sky.

And now.

In the lush grass, two embarrassed figures are fleeing rapidly.

One of them is Wen Yuansong, the valley master of Yaoshen valley.

The middle-aged man with him was Shen Wenshan, the patriarch of Xuanyun Pavilion in Donghuang.

Wen Yuansong and Shen Wenshan are close friends.

Recently, Shen Wenshan's daughter, less than a year old, had a strange disease, so he asked Dan Wang Wen Yuansong to make a diagnosis.

Wen Yuansong, based on what he had seen and heard, concluded that only a spirit herb named Ziyun longhuangshen could cure Shen Wenshan's daughter's strange disease.

After much inquiry, Shen Wenshan learned that there is a secret place in the Qilin mountains, and there may be Ziyun longhuangshen.

Today, I invited Wen Yuansong to enter the secret place with him to find this spirit grass.

Fortunately, they not only found Ziyun longhuang ginseng soon, but also the king of Ziyun longhuang ginseng.

Ziyun Dragon Emperor ginseng king with holy quality!

According to legend, this king of ginseng is a rare spirit grass.

When it comes to maturity, it can grow golden roots, full of fairy Qi.

It not only has the effect of Tonifying Qi and reviving the soul.

It can more instantly open 360 orifices of the human body.

Upgrade meridians and instantly improve your physique to a strong position.

Even a mortal, after eating this ginseng king, can get out of body and change a tire, and has good cultivation qualification.

And if a friar has strength, after eating it, his strength will soar.

Therefore, such spirit grass is the best treasure for any sect in Donghuang.

It was because Wen Yuansong and Shen Wenshan got it that they caused the crazy pursuit of other sects.

After all, in the world of cultivating immortals, human life is sometimes far from being compared with a holy order spirit grass.

The deadly thing is that the sect that chased them is very powerful.

Sanqing sect, Tianyang sect, Jiuding gate and Juling Palace are all the top 20 major gates in Donghuang.

"Yuansong, I didn't expect to drag you down!"

Shen Wenshan's face was full of self reproach: "behind my temple, you take the king of ginseng and go back to save my daughter!"

"These bastards are pressing on step by step. If they are late, they will kill them. Don't talk nonsense and run away!" Wen Yuansong shook his head and said.

Brush brush~

As soon as they finished, hundreds of strong winds blew out from the grass on one side, and the figure flashed.

Jiang yuanfan rushed out with the master of the four or five hundred souls wheel territory and said arrogantly, "Shen Wenshan, where else do you want to escape!"

"Hahaha, Xuanyun Pavilion is also a large door in Donghuang. I didn't expect you to be so useless!"

The disciples of Juling palace behind Jiang yuanfan showed a mocking and proud look one after another.

Shen Wenshan was so angry that he bit his teeth and wanted to crack his eyes: "Jiang yuanfan, I want you to die!"

Just as he drew out the flying sword and prepared to fight with death, Wen Yuansong suddenly grabbed him.

Wen Yuansong took out a colorful pill from his arms and threw it out.

Boom!

The pill exploded and turned into a huge fog.

"Wenshan, let's go!"

Wen Yuansong hurriedly ran forward with Shen Wenshan.

At this time, he knew he was fighting hard with each other, just hitting the stone with an egg.

You know, Jiang yuanfan's strength is the same as Shen Wenshan's.

When Shen Wenshan broke through the siege just now, he was already covered with scars and was not Jiang yuanfan's opponent at all.

Fortunately, he found in time that there was also a psychedelic pill in his ring.

After throwing it out, a fog can burst out, which is enough to block Jiang yuanfan and them for a moment.

They ran all the way until a huge natural graben appeared in front of them.

"This..." Wen Yuansong looked at the boundless cliff and was speechless for a moment.

Shen Wenshan smiled bitterly, "it seems that today is really going to kill me!"

Their physical strength is almost exhausted. If they jump off the cliff at the moment, they will die!

Seeing the voices of Jiang yuanfan and others getting closer and closer below the mountain, Shen Wenshan was in a hurry and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"I will die if Shen Wenshan dies. I pity my young daughter. She is less than one year old!"

"Sanqing sect, Tianyang sect, Jiuding gate and Juling palace, you trapped me in a desperate situation in order to rob the king of ginseng."

"If I die, I won't let you go!"

Wen Yuansong shook his head and sighed.

He met Shen Wenshan's daughter.

The little girl is white and tender. Her meat is very cute. She is wrapped in swaddling clothes. People like it at a glance.

Unfortunately

"God, are Wenshan and I really going to be buried here today?"

Wen Yuansong looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, he penetrated the ethereal clouds.

Vaguely see a luxurious and rich jade chariot, pulled by four huge green winged birds, moving forward majestically.