The terrifying inscription of talent raged violently, and under the storm, voices that sounded like heavenly singing could be heard. Everyone was shocked, looking up at the sky, all of them stunned.
Two of the most precious paintings in Hailou!
These words flashed through everyone's mind almost at the same time, like thunder across the sky, shocking everyone's mind.
Sun Yushi spat out blood crazily. He sat on the ground with disheveled hair, looking at the horrific scene in the air that was formed entirely of talent inscriptions. He looked dazed, spitting out blood from time to time, and then...
Ji Shulin was also shocked. He stared at the sky in disbelief. He stared with his eyes wide open for a long time. Suddenly, he shouted, "Quick! Quick! This is a great opportunity. Everyone, quickly comprehend the aura of the talent inscription. This is your fortune, and this is the fortune of the entire East China Sea. How much you can comprehend depends on your chance!"
After saying that, Ji Shulin sat down with a plop. He took two steps forward without realizing it, and instead of sitting on the stool, he sat down on the ground with a thud. However, he felt as comfortable as if he was sitting in a warm tent. He didn't care at all, and quickly closed his eyes and began to comprehend.
He was almost there, just a little bit away from being able to condense the inscription. This was his lifelong wish. Not to mention not sitting on the stool, even if he sat on a mountain of knives and a sea of fire and got his butt burned, he would not waste this great opportunity.
If such a terrifying talent inscription could last longer, Ji Shulin would definitely be able to successfully condense the inscription.
Then he is the second, no, the third person in the entire East China Sea who has condensed an inscription. The second one is Yang Zhen, who is such a young boy!
…
In the East China Sea, beside an endless island, an old man was bending over to observe the sea water. From time to time, he would scoop up a handful of sea water, put it on his tongue to taste it, and then spit it out with a frown.
Suddenly, the old man's whole body trembled, and there was a hint of surprise in his expression.
“It appears again!”
Boom! A tremendous literary aura burst out from the old man, and lines of inscriptions covered the sky and the sun. The whole person rushed towards the coast of the East China Sea like a storm, as fast as lightning.
Everyone on the island looked up. Those with lower strength saw an overwhelming storm, while those with stronger strength were horrified and exclaimed, "Is that... sir?"
"This...this...why is the gentleman so anxious? Could it be that the ruins really appeared on Turtle Snake Island?"
"It shouldn't be. If it appeared on Turtle Snake Island, sir shouldn't help to leave like this."
"We will never be able to reach this speed in our lifetime. What kind of earth-shattering event could cause Sir to burst out at such a terrifying speed?"
"He looks very anxious!"
…
The rumbling and violent inscription flashed by and disappeared in the air, leaving only a series of celestial phenomena like a storm.
The entire Turtle and Snake Island was shocked, and all kinds of speculations came one after another. Everyone was wondering what the gentleman had done to achieve such a terrifying speed with the body of an old man.
At this speed, even a cultivator as powerful as you, sir, would have been torn into pieces by the terrifying gale if it were an ordinary old man.
…
On the coast of the East China Sea, in Hailou, after hearing Ji Shulin's words, everyone hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to comprehend the ferocious tiger and a large bird with short wings in the air, with pious faces, as diligent as students.
Even Hua Youyue was looking at the air thoughtfully, with the shock in her eyes growing more and more intense.
Yao Lao, who had been silent for a long time, also had a look of horror in his eyes. He looked at Yang Zhen meaningfully, then sat down on the ground and began to comprehend.
Yang Zhen was stunned. He never thought that such a person could act so pretentiously. He pulled Hua Youyue's sleeve and whispered, "Come on, little girl, let's go!"
When Yang Zhen heard this, his face changed and he quickly withdrew all the talent in his body, turning into an ordinary cultivator and taking Hua Youyue away.
"That's why we have to leave here quickly."
"Why?" Hua Youyue's hesitation deepened, but she did not insist. Instead, she followed Yang Zhen and the other man and walked out stealthily.
Why? Yang Zhen curled his lips. He didn't want to follow an old scholar and study all day long. He was going to be the Pirate King. He hadn't made the whole East China Sea a hot place yet. How could he just become someone else's disciple? Besides, with his half-baked level of being unable to write or draw, he could only borrow the popular classics on the blue planet to fill the facade. What if his true colors were exposed in front of the teacher? Would he still have to save his face? Isn't our face a face?
Go, you must go!
To Yang Zhen at this moment, Mr. Chen was more terrifying than the swine fever, so of course he tried to avoid him as much as possible.
Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief only after the two of them were far away from the sea tower. Hua Youyue looked at Yang Zhen, who seemed relieved, with a strange expression on her face. She became more and more confused. Just as she was about to ask, her face suddenly changed.
Just in front of the two of them in mid-air, an old man came rushing over, scaring them both.
Yang Zhen looked at the person who came with a look of doubt and uncertainty, and his heart skipped a beat.
The aura of this old man is somewhat scary, especially the terrifying literary aura, which is almost as bottomless as the ocean. Just one glance at it makes Yang Zhen feel as if he is deeply trapped in it.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
This old man can guess who it is with his toes!
Yang Zhen hurriedly lowered his head, but suddenly saw the old man suddenly braked in mid-air. Yang Zhen could even imagine the squeaking sound of the brakes under the old man's feet.
Yang Zhen was shocked when he saw this scene out of the corner of his eye. This old man was quite extraordinary. He had hidden so deeply, but he was still recognized?
That shouldn't be the case. In fact, Yang Zhen's talent inscription was not something that Yang Zhen realized on his own in the true sense, but something that he gained with the help of the classic masterpiece, Tao Te Ching.
Although in this world, Tao Te Ching is the talent work given to Yang Zhen by the rules of heaven and earth, Yang Zhen can hide it at will, unlike others who can be roughly sensed even if they don't fire it.
Even so, the old man in the sky could sense it. How could Yang Zhen not be shocked?
Just as Yang Zhen was about to pull Hua Youyue and turn around to run, he saw Hua Youyue's eyes suddenly light up and exclaimed, "Sir!"
Buzz! The aura of heaven and earth suddenly converged, and slowly fell in front of the two of them.
The old man looked like a scholar. He must have been a scholar when he was young. Even at his age now, he still exuded a kind of elegance and calmness. However, he was a little doubtful at this moment. He looked at Yang Zhen, then at Hua Youyue.
"Girl from the Hua family, are you two coming from Hailou?"
Fortunately, the old man seemed to be just suspicious and had not confirmed it yet. Yang Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Hua Youyue looked respectful and was about to answer, but Yang Zhen laughed and said hurriedly, "No, no, fellow villager, we came from Liehuo City and wanted to go to Donglin Island, but we got lost. Do you know the way to Donglin Island?"
Hua Youyue's whole body trembled, her expression became strange, she stared at Yang Zhen in amazement, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
Old...fellow villager?
This title that only exists in the lives of ordinary people was actually used by Yang Zhen to refer to Mr.? Mr. was also stunned and pointed at his nose: "Are you talking about me?"
(End of this chapter)