Unparalleled Martial God

0"Cut the crap, want to compete or not? Or perhaps, you all would not dare to do so! "    0

    

Chu Yang rushed forward and reacted as Zhang Jiuyan and the other two had expected, causing them to laugh at him.    

    

"You see that, right? Junior Song truly needs this drinking stick!"    

    

For someone like Zhang Jiuyan, I'll only harm you for your own good. Even if you get lucky, you still have to act good, especially when you're behaving like a phoenix to a master. Chu Yang couldn't help but feel infuriated. Putting aside the fact that she bullied him silly, she actually bullied her teacher, Dan Feng. This made her feel uncomfortable, and she even mocked her for being blind. She definitely could not tolerate this.    

    

"Are you done talking?"    

    

When Chu Yang saw the extremely angry and conflicted expression on Shi Danfeng's face, he was even more unable to contain his anger — how could she be bullied to such an extent by others!    

    

"Humph!" Zhang Jiuyan faced Chu Yang's roar one after the other and could not help but sneer, "I'll satisfy you!"    

    

Pop!    

    

As soon as his voice fell, the space above his head became like water. With a light sound, ripples spread out in the air, as if a small stone was thrown into a calm water surface. Soon after, a book of ancient scrolls appeared, floating above his head.    

    

Rumble rumble rumble!    

    

Within the Saint King level mystic realm, Wen Dao was greatly enhanced. As soon as this tome appeared, billowing streams of air surged out, sweeping out in all directions.    

    

The two words "Classic of Songs" were written in a flamboyant calligraphy. Although it looked like it was completely real, it was still a bit illusory.    

    

That kind of illusion seemed to be the world depicted in the ancient texts, causing one to be unable to help themselves from associating and probing it.    

    

Zhang Jiu Yan had communicated with the 'Book of Songs'. The 'Book of Songs' that he had displayed could not be compared to a true book. It was still lacking by a tiny bit, but it was already extraordinary and astonishing.    

    

"Is that all you've got?"    

    

In the midst of Chu Yang's angry words, his' Book of Songs' also appeared. The only difference was that it was soundless, appearing in an instant and forming in an instant. Moreover, his' Book of Songs' was no different from a real book.    

    

This caused Zhang Jiuyan and the other two to be shocked. They thought to themselves, "No wonder this ant dared to be so arrogant. He truly has an astonishing talent in the Dao of poetry!"    

    

Shi Danfeng was also astonished. Chu Yang's' Classic of the Psalm 'had appeared too quickly. He had simply summoned it, waving it around as if it were his own.    

    

"Junior, you really have great ability, but you won't win just like that!" Zhang Jiuyan was still sneering.    

    

"Senior, I'll give you a reminder!" Chu Yang sarcastically went back, "Don't say that too early, otherwise, you really wouldn't have the face to step down later, and even more so, wouldn't have the face to live!"    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

Rumble rumble rumble!    

    

Zhang Jiuyan's' Book of Songs' seemed like a mere ancient book, but the movement was like the movement of the stars. The void rumbled, as if it couldn't withstand the pressure and was about to collapse.    

    

The air current surged violently, and the entire world seemed to change color. The scene was grand and shocking to the extreme, to the extent that even before the two came into contact, Shi Danfeng was already anxious to the extreme. She almost couldn't hold back from interfering, trying to obstruct everything.    

    

Chu Yang's [Book of Songs] was just like a piece of paper, floating in the air. When Zhang Jiu Yan's [Book of Songs] came crashing over, it shook violently. Soon after, ink and paper appeared on it, as well as the four treasures of the study.    

    

"The eastern city gradually feels the scenery is good, creases the ripples welcome guests to leave. Green poplar smoke outside light cold, red apricot branches in the spring. Fu Sheng hated to entertain less, willing to love the gold smiled lightly. "Jun holds the wine and advises the setting sun to leave an evening picture between the flowers."    

    

A poem about spring was sung from Zhang Jiuyan's "Classic of the Poems". And after this poem, one poem after another came out as if they were endless.    

    

"Sunset on a long journey, sad and forlorn looking for the ancient city. The winter sparrows gathered on the crenellations. On Xiao Sen's bush, there was smoke rising. The afterglow of the sunset shone brightly and late at night. When the autumn wind blows, this will be peaceful! "