"Level 7 Warrior." Xue Nu's body trembled.

"This is nothing, Song Xuan said that when Zhuangzi wrote poems on snowy nights, more than a hundred good people made wedding dresses, which gave more than a dozen high-level warriors on Xuanwu Continent. This song "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is no less than Zhuangzi's top poems. It is normal to achieve such an effect." Lin Feng smiled.

Seeing Ye Zi showing a happy smile, his eyebrows finally stretched out.

"Everyone only has one chance to sacrifice once a year. This girl's chance has been used up and she can't offer sacrifices anymore."

The strong man's phantom turned his head and looked at Xue Nu and smiled, "Little girl, if you have good works, you can also take them out and sacrifice them. As long as your literary talent is good, it will be extremely easy to reach a level seven warrior."

"But if the poem cannot meet my requirements, it will be punished by deprivation of strength and longevity."

The strong man looked extremely kind at this time, looking harmless. If the seven sages of Xiaoshan looked at this look, his eyes would definitely fall all over the ground.

They are also the owner of the token of Wending and have the right to sacrifice here, but the guardian of this Wending always looks arrogant and seems to have no feelings for themselves. They have never seen this terrifying existence as god with such a humanized side.

"Lin Feng, I want it too." The long-legged girl looked at Lin Feng and said impatiently.

Lin Feng nodded, took out another piece of rice paper, and wrote it on it.

...

There are nine palaces surrounding the statue of the Beast God, called the Nine Ding Hall. The one they are now in is the Wen Ding Hall, which is a place where poetry and lyrics and essays are exchanged for power.

Using poetry and songs here to exchange power is the so-called "sacrifice", and poetry and songs are naturally sacrifices.

If you want to enter this hall, owning the token "Wen Ding" is the primary condition. Of course, it is not a random poem that can be exchanged for strength here. If the "sacrifice" does not meet the required level, the sacrificer will not only fail to gain strength, but will pay a huge price and may even endanger his life.

Lin Feng naturally learned these things after he arrived in this city. Because he was the owner of the token culture tripod, he knew these things.

Of course, he actually learned more from the mysterious Lifa girl, but some things are a bit shocking to talk about. Even he himself doesn't want to believe it, so he naturally won't mention it with the two beautiful girls.

The so-called sacrifice about the remains of this Wending Ding is basically exactly the same as Zhuang Laocha’s previous speculation. After learning about this, Lin Feng became more impressed by his master.

I am not a born-known existence, but just a false reputation. The real birth-known existence is this extremely vulgar old man.

Mr. Zhuang had already classified the poems in Lin Feng's memory in detail, so Lin Feng naturally would not make any mistakes anymore. The song "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" that Ye Zi recited was marked as "A" in Mr. Zhuang, which means a first-class masterpiece. Sure enough, it passed the sacrifice smoothly, allowing Ye Zi, who was originally a third-level warrior to directly upgrade to four levels and become a powerful seven-level warrior.

This poem written for Xue Nu will naturally not be a mediocre work.

This is also a long poem marked as "A Shang" by Mr. Zhuang, and its name is called "Yuanyuanqu".

"Dinghu left the world that day, broke the enemy and captured the capital and Yuguan, cried bitterly, all the six armies were mourning, and they were angry and made a beautiful woman. The beauty was not my despair, and the traitor died in the deserted feast..."

Like Ye Zi before, Xue Nu did not understand the meaning of many of the words in this long poem, but her voice was extremely crisp and beautiful, and she recited it ups and downs, as wonderful as big beads falling from a jade plate.

In fact, Lin Feng also doesn’t understand the meaning of this poem, nor does he know where Dinghu is or what Yuguan is. These poems by Master are so inexplicable. Even many of the poems in the "Complete Collection of Zhuangmao" that Master passed down from generation to generation are like this.

However, looking at the strong man's phantom smiling happily, Lin Feng understood that the master's vision was definitely good.

Although this old man can only copy poems, his ability to distinguish between good and bad is much better than his. Obviously, this song "Yuanyuan Song" will also bring extremely powerful power to Xue Nu.

"The heaven's will and energy are connected to the palace, the bright eyes and white teeth are no one to cherish. I will take back the Yongxiang and close the good family, and I will teach you a new voice and be full of guests..."

"The whole family's bones turn into dust, and the red makeup of a generation looks history..."

“…”

Xue Nu's chanting sounded a unique charm. Although it had stopped, it seemed to have a lingering sound around the beam.

Lin Feng never noticed that Xue Nu had such ability, so he couldn't help but look at her a few more times. Even Ye Zi's gaze at Xue Nu was a little more brilliant.

The long-legged girl didn't think her chanting was so outstanding. After the chanting, she looked at the phantom of the strong man in armor, and her little face was full of expectation.

"Very good, very good." The strong man's phantom was excited and laughed. "This song "Yuanyuanqu" finally filled another vacancy. This offering is extremely high. Little girl, please accept the power given by Lord Beast God."

After saying that, a light blue light emanated from his forehead again, falling on the eyebrows of the long-legged girl.

The aura of the long-legged girl began to increase rapidly, and she felt her whole body and mind warm, as if the youngest son had returned to her mother's arms. Her beautiful little face also showed a happy smile.

"Fill in a vacancy." Lin Feng's eyes flashed slightly, as if something had touched from the depths of his memory. He tried hard to grasp it, but he had no idea.

...

The time for Xue Nu to obtain energy was slightly shorter than Ye Zi, but her original level was much higher than Ye Zi. When the light green light completely disappeared, Xue Nu also successfully entered the ranks of level seven warriors.

In terms of the strength of the aura, Xue Nu and Ye Zi are still far behind. After the sacrifice was completed, Xue Nu had just reached the threshold of a level seven warrior, but Ye Zi was already very close to a level eight warrior.

Obviously Lin Feng still has a bias. "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is still much stronger than "Yuanyuan Song". After all, for him, Ye Zi is the most important one.

However, Xue Nu has the talented transformation ability. In terms of real combat power, the two beautiful girls are now comparable.

"It's really good, haha, it's time for me to leave. You are welcome to come here again at this moment next year." The strong man smiled, and he said something particularly loud today.

"Don't be anxious." Xue Nu shouted quickly and pointed at Lin Feng, "He hasn't offered sacrifices yet."

"How is he?" The strong man's phantom glanced at Lin Feng, and there was a hint of respect in his voice. "No one can bear his sacrifice. The Wending Hall cannot, and other places cannot, haha."

After saying that, the phantom of the strong man gradually faded and finally disappeared completely.

"What does it mean?" the long-legged girl pouted, "Why can't Lin Feng offer sacrifices? What's going on?"

Ye Zi remained silent and looked at the mural of the young man on the dome. A little sadness appeared on the tip of her eyebrows.

Lin Feng took out the literary cauldron from the altar and put it in his arms.

He knew from the beginning that he could not gain power by relying on the Wending Ding.

However, his current power is already extremely powerful. This power comes entirely from the Lifa Girl, from the unforgettable moment.

Ye Zi first became a level seven warrior, so she discovered this earlier.

And at this point, the long-legged girl finally realized.

"Bad guy." The long-legged girl glared, "When did you become so strong, it seems that they still can't catch up with you."

...

Xiaoshan, in a hidden cave world.

Under the paving ancient tree, an old man in a tall crown and strange uniform were playing chess with a beautiful and innocent woman.

"Return." The old man moved a chess piece and laughed, "Saint, you lost again."

The beautiful and clear woman saw it and smiled coldly, "Brother Mo, I feel ashamed of myself. These two Yuan liquids are yours."

After saying that, with a wave of his jade hand, a small jade bottle flew towards the old man opposite.

The old man laughed and put away the jade bottle without hesitation. He looked at the Qingling woman and said with a faint smile: "It's only more than thirty years since the Butterfly created this chess game when she was in Xiaozhou Academy. Over the years, the saint's Yuan Liquid lost to me is probably about ten kilograms."

"It's not too much for this time, it's just ten pounds." The Qingling woman smiled faintly, "The little girl is not as good as others. She is willing to accept the loss of gambling and must not blame others."

"The saint has always been full of wisdom and calculating ability. I am willing to give up the disadvantage. If the saint would lose to me so many times in this small chess game, I would definitely not believe it."

The old man knocked on the chess piece and smiled, "Ten jin of Yuan Liquid, for us, the Seven Sages of Xiaoshan, is not a decisive amount. Why did the saint show kindness to me like this? He has lost ten jin of Yuan Liquid. I have received such a huge fortune from the saint out of thin air, so I am naturally uneasy. The saint should tell me why now."

"Brother Mo is a cheerful person. He doesn't say secret words in front of Mingren." The woman of Qingling smiled faintly, "But I am sure of my purpose of showing good things to Brother Mo. Brother Mo knows it well and understands it. Why do you have to let me say it out?"

"Haha." The old man Gao Guan knocked on the chess piece and smiled, "Saint, the head of the Seven Sages is just a false name. Is it really that important?"

"Brother Mo, do you really think that's just a false reputation?" The Qingling woman smiled faintly.

The old man smiled and continued to tap the chess piece gently: "Saint, to be honest, if you want to challenge Shiraishi, I don't think you have much chance of winning."

"No matter whether there is a chance of winning or not, I must successfully challenge this time, because I can no longer wait for the position of the leader of the Seven Sages." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Qingling woman.

The old man Gao Guan smiled faintly and didn't care.

"Brother Mo, if it were before, I would naturally not be sure of challenging Bai Shi. Even if you were added, I would not be sure. But now, haha, things have changed. Brother Mo, don't you want to take a gamble with me?"

"I want to know your chips." Gao Guan's old man raised his eyelids and said.

"Lin Feng." The woman in Qingling said.

"You said that boy who was born to know."

The old man Gao Guan's eyes flashed, "Saint, it's not just you, but the Seven Sages of Xiaoshan are not staring at this kid. You want to get benefits from him, but you are not the only one. To be honest, I've been waiting for the right opportunity."

"I naturally know this, but so what." The beautiful and clear woman smiled faintly, "Among the Seven Sages of Xiaoshan, I am the only woman, and this is my advantage."

"Saint, you shouldn't be thinking..." The old man Gao Guan was stunned, "You are the saint of Huangliang Pavilion, don't tell me you want to do that."

"Brother Mo, you are a man." The Qingling woman smiled faintly, "From the perspective of you as a man, I am sure that I can win over that kid."

The old man Gao Guan was silent for a moment, glanced at the stunning woman opposite who was as holy as a snow lotus, and smiled bitterly, "Ten."

"Haha." The woman smiled happily, "It's 100% sure... Brother Mo, don't you want to bet with me?"

After saying that, the woman smiled faintly and stood up.

"Brother Mo, think about it carefully."

Amid the crisp laughter, the woman's figure had gone away and disappeared without a trace.

The old man Gao Guan stood there for a moment and smiled bitterly.

"What kind of world?"

"Even the saint of Huangliang Pavilion is ready to sell his lust..."

"It seems that I have to bet if I don't gamble."
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