1899. Kill the gods and demons from above and kill the immortals from below

Rong Zian agreed to Chu Yun’s challenge, not just for the sake of a fight of intent, he naturally had other considerations.

That is, Chu Yun is completely destroyed on this Wensheng Lake tonight, and then tomorrow's battle of genius will naturally be no one to go out of Qin Palace and will be defeated without a fight.

By then, their Qingong would really be lying down to enter the finals.

What's more, this Wensheng Lake is the home court of their Wen Palace people. Using the power of the moonlight seduced by Wenshenghua, Rong Zi'an's strength can reach a peak again.

"Can my people in the Wen Palace still lose to others in poetry?"

Rongzi is sure to win, and be confident.

Then he stepped on the ground and slimmed his body immediately soared into the sky.

It was like the flying swallows in the sky, Rong Zi'an jumped away from the long pavilion, and his figure immediately fell on the lake.

On Wensheng Lake, Rongzi stood on the water.

At his feet, the clear lake surface was filled with ripples, and the breeze blew, lifting the ends of his forehead. Facing the water light and setting off the moonlight, the holy son of the Wen Palace was so elegant and extraordinary. He almost instantly captured the hearts of countless women around him.

Even Lu Xuexin's eyes when she looked at the young man in the lake were full of colors.

At this time, the Holy Son of the Palace of Literature was extremely charming.

Rongzi stood in the water, looked around with his eyes, and shouted proudly: "Soul of Qin Palace, please?"

Huh ~

The sound waves swept through, and the strong wind brought about was like a tide.

The vast Wensheng Lake water immediately rolled, and the waves were like boiling water, rippling wave after wave.

Chu Yun smiled slightly and was about to get up and go.

"Chu Yun!"

"You can think clearly."

"For Wen Palace, fighting against this Wen Sheng Lake is like a fish in water and a tiger with wings."

"And Rong Zi'an has long been in the middle realm of the Golden Pill, and his strength is much stronger than the Fire Ambition."

"It's hard for you to win against him."

"It's still time to stop now?"

"I'll help you. As long as you want to leave, Rong Zi'an will definitely not be able to stop him!"

Feng Xinyan rushed through the crowd, but grabbed Chu Yun and persuaded him anxiously, not wanting him to join the war.

After all, in Feng Xinyan's opinion, the dispute between Chu Yun and Rong Zi'an was caused by her.

It was precisely because she refused Rong Zi'an and had dinner with Chu Yun. She let Rong Zi'an hold a grudge against Chu Yun.

If I had not invited Chu Yun to the banquet, I would naturally not have such a thing.

Feng Xinyan felt guilty because she caused the trouble to Chu Yun. If Chu Yun was seriously injured again, Feng Xinyan would only feel even more guilty.

Of course she didn't want to see Chu Yun take the impulse and take risks.

"Social Son Chu Yun, why haven't he come to fight yet?"

"Are you afraid?"

"A gentleman should make promises. If the Holy Son of Chu Yun goes back on his word, he will lose the face of Qin Gong." On the surface of the lake, Rong Zian sneered coldly, still stimulating Chu Yun.

Feng Xinyan frowned immediately, turned her head and shouted coldly: "Rong Zi'an, if you really want to fight, I, Feng Xinyan, can accompany you. Why do you have to arouse Chu Yun?"

"You know that he is a zither, but it is impossible for him to be familiar with poetry. Your behavior is really despised!"

As he spoke, Feng Xinyan's eyebrows and eyes were cold and her energy surged. It seemed that she was really preparing to fight on Chu Yun.

Rong Zi'an's face changed immediately.

He has confidence that he can torture Chu Yun, but he has no confidence in dealing with Feng Xinyan.

This woman is almost the same as Gong Ming. Even if she wins, she will win miserably, which will inevitably delay the major affairs of the Third Prince.

Rong Zi'an's face turned pale, but he snorted coldly: "Feng Xinyan, this is my grudge between Chu Yun, I advise you to stop meddling in other people's business!"

"If you really want to ask me for advice, after the Tianjiao War, I, Rong Zi'an, will come to visit and discuss. But now, this Holy Son has no time to accompany you."

"You~" No matter how good Feng Xinyan has a good temper, she also felt a little angry.

Just as Feng Xinyan was about to rise up, a palm suddenly leaned over from behind and stopped the saint of Feng Qing Palace.

"Xinyan, just watch this matter."

"Even if I, Chu Yun, is not going to let a woman stand up for me." Chu Yun pulled Feng Xinyan over and walked towards the lake.

Feng Xinyan was so angry: "You~"

"You're just showing off?"

"I don't care about you anymore."

Feng Xinyan turned around and left angrily, but she still came back obediently halfway through.

Chu Yun was invited by her. If something happened to Chu Yun, she would feel guilty.

"Hey...it's better to save him depending on the situation."

Feng Xinyan sighed, but watched helplessly.

"Sister Xinyan, don't worry, our Holy Son is awesome to stir-fry chicken."

"I believe in our Holy Son." Mu Qingxue walked over and pulled Feng Xinyan's neck of clothes to help Chu Yun speak.

Feng Xinyan smiled and said, "It's really his blessing to Chu Yun have you who trusts him so much."

Mu Qingxue's pretty face immediately turned a little red.

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On Wensheng Lake.

Chu Yun stood with his hands behind his back and walked on the water.

The water waves under your feet are rippling, and the buds of Wensheng are scattered among them.

Before him, Rong Zi'an sneered: "Chu Yun, you really dare to talk to me about poetry here."

"It's really cool!"

"But in my opinion, you act like a fool."

"My literary palace uses literature to enter the Tao and build the palace with literature. Poetry and articles are our strengths."

"I really don't know where you got the courage. How dare you stand here and fight against this Holy Son?"
Chapter completed!