Chapter 130: The world is established with the liver and gallbladder, and the book talks without words (Part 1)

Feng Junzi's face remained unchanged and he picked up his pen and started writing the word "flow". Three points of water work were neatly touched by three strokes. In addition to Cangwu, I can say that the one who stood closest to Feng Junzi, and I could see him using his pen. Every time he clicked, I felt a sledgehammer hitting his heart, and it felt like he was being oppressed and suffocated. Although he was not casting spells at me, I could also feel Cangwu's situation.

The field is still silent, the air is still close to solidification, but there is a strange wind. If the air flows like one side, you will feel the wind blowing, and you can feel the wind pressure on the face. But all the winds from all directions gather to the center point, which becomes a shrinking and immovable wind! The void within a five-meter radius seems to be as heavy as a pound, and the pressure is pressing towards Cangwu in the middle. Every time the Feng Junzi points, the pressure suddenly doubles. This is no longer a pure spiritual attack, but with real power.

After three points, water and three strokes were finished, the other half of the word "Liu" was still a little bit. When Feng Junzi raised his pen and wanted to click the fourth point, Yu Cangwu finally moved, and he could no longer stand still and resist this pressure. He roared, and the valley was buzzing, and he used the roar to shake the strange quietness around him. He opened his arms and held the sky with his hands, and a sharp whirlwind emerged around his body. He broke the quiet with sound, and broke the unmoving wind with the spiral dance wind. I have seen him cast spells like this, which was the time to resolve the tornado.

When Yu Cangwu roared, Feng Junzi hit the fourth point. The roar seemed to break through his immovable wind pressure, and the pressure in the field did not suddenly increase like the previous three times. The whirlwind flying around Yu Cangwu became stronger and stronger, and it swirled outward, with a whirling sound, as if he wanted to break through the invisible constraints within a five-meter-meter-a-round radius. He took action not only for defense, but also for the initiative to attack. If the wind controlled by Yu Cangwu breaks through this circle and forces Feng Junzi to the eyes of Feng Junzi, the strokes of the four words Feng Junzi will be interrupted.

Feng Junzi nodded with admiration on his face. He didn't say a word more, and then wrote the word "flow" one by one. The situation in the field changed. Every time Feng Junzi wrote, there was another wind sound outside the whirlwind that Cangwu called. Up, down, back, left and right, even the sound of wind seemed to be faintly heard from the ground. Feng Junzi did not suppress the whirlwind of Cangwu, but did his method to bring out the sound of wind. With wind and wind, it encouraged Yu Cangwu's wind. The wind in the field was spinning faster and faster, and the floating soil on the ground had long been swept into the air, and sand and stones were flying within five feet.

The most intuitive feeling of people outside the field is the change of sound. At first it was the sound of thousands of ants, then it was silent, and then it turned into a howling sound of whistling dance. Now, the sound of wind in the field is as loud as thousands of monsters roaring, thrilling. Yu Cangwu's face became heavier, and his hands holding the sky were shaking slightly. He wanted to break out of the constraints of this circle with the method of wind breaking. Feng Junzi used the law to help the wind, but instead strengthened the power of wind. This is not a good thing. If the wind brought by Yu Cangwu was out of his control, it would not only not attack Feng Junzi, but also hurt himself in turn.

Yu Cangwu spread his arms apart, raised the sky with both hands, raised his right foot and stomped the ground hard. The wind no longer rolled out, but followed his gestures to concentrate in one direction and rushed towards the sky. When the combination was combined, the force was strong, and the sharpness came out first. Feng Junzi's method of leveraging the force to disperse his strength was difficult to stop. Yu Cangwu became stronger when encountering setbacks, and what he thought was still counterattack.

I couldn't help but worry about Feng Junzi. Until now, Yu Cangwu stood in the field without moving his footsteps, but instead launched a counterattack. Feng Junzi had already written two words, could he force him out of the circle? Is it a bit too underestimating the enemy? Feng Junzi saw Yu Cangwu holding the sky with both hands, his face was solemn, and he raised his pen to write the third word. The third word was "Heaven", and he wrote a horizontal line from left to right.

As soon as I wrote it, many people in the valley looked up at the sky unconsciously. I suddenly had an illusion that the sky was about to collapse! Yu Cangwu faced the wind towards the sky, but encountered an invisible obstacle in the sky, and the storm of the storm rolled down. Yu Cangwu roared again, stood apart with his feet, closed his hands on his head, and his fingertips were upwards. The whirlwind became a bunch of people, no longer flying, just like a thunderbolt shot out from the sky. He wanted to gather strength at one point and must break the pressure in the sky. As long as he broke Feng Junzi's magic, Feng Junzi's calligraphy would also be broken. Yu Cangwu didn't want to just seek to keep his feet steady, and his courage was really great!

The scope of the two fighting was only within a five-meter circle, and this world was like a stormy wave. I saw Yu Cangwu in the stormy waves forming a big herringbone shape, like a tower of gods. His whole body was filled with true power, and his originally ragged clothes and cloth corners were flying around.

Feng Junzi kept writing, and the word "天" was written as the inverted pen tip, and the word "天" was written in two strokes below the left and right. The word "天" was written as the word "天" and Yu Cangwu's clothes were falling down, and his clothes and hair were no longer dancing with the wind. It felt like this person was fixed in the strong wind. Feng Junzi just did it with the help of external forces and external objects. These two strokes finally directly attacked Yu Cangwu's original body.

Yu Cangwu's task was to stand in the field and not be forced out, but being fixed by Feng Junzi was not a good result. He put down his right hand and pulled something out from behind. He fought with empty hands until now, and he finally showed off his magic weapon. Yu Cangwu's dress was like a beggar, and his magic weapon would not look like a very expensive thing. It was a five-foot stick. If it weren't said that it was a magic weapon, it would be a dog-beating stick for beggars. He had been carrying it behind his back just now.

While Yu Cangwu pulled out the magic weapon, Feng Junzi wrote the last stroke. The second crossing "people" from left to right passed by. With this stroke, there was another wind in the field - Feng Junzi's wind. The wind was not sharp or fierce, but it was like the world rolling in the vastness of the sky and the earth, facing Yu Cangwu. This is an ubiquitous force, which is about to force Yu Cangwu's fixed body out of the circle.

Yu Cangwu raised his head and let out a third roar, and his fixed body suddenly moved. With a wave of the long stick in his hand, the tip of the stick brought out a dim arc toward the oncoming wind wall, which cut a gap in the wind surface that could stand.

The four words "Fengliu Tianxia" have been written three times, but Yu Cangwu is still standing in the field. Feng Junzi raised his head, and there is also an excitement in his eyes. He shouted: "Okay!" He started writing the fourth character without stopping. The first stroke of the word "Xiao" is still horizontal, but Feng Junzi did not write from left to right, but from right to left.

With this overturned book, another creeping wind came from behind Yu Cangwu. The two wind walls in front and back intertwined, and suddenly annihilated power burst out! There was no longer any wind in the field, and all the power turned into a small and strong wind blade flying around. Yu Cangwu's long stick flew out of his hand, and the shape also changed. He bent elastically into a bow and flew around his body, and the magic power he brought up protected his body. However, his body soared out from the ground. Because at this time, the earth and stones that had entered the ground had been shattered by the wind blade, and smoke and dust were no longer able to have a solid foothold.

Feng Junzi smiled slightly, and wrote the second stroke of the word "lower" from top to bottom. This vertical fell down, and it seemed as if the heaven and earth were hanging upside down in the field. All the tiny wind blades gathered together into a strong wind falling from the sky and falling from the sky and rolling upwards. Yu Cangwu could no longer resist, and his figure was protected by a flying stick, like a cannonball that flew out of the air.

Feng Junzi didn't even look at him. He turned his wrist and lowered the last point of the word "小". The last stroke fell on the fan, and a "puff" sound came from the field. The slight sound was like a shocking explosion in the distance. It was already inaudible to hear when it reached his ears, but the ground in the entire valley seemed to tremble slightly. With this slight sound, sand and stones flew in front of the fighting field within five feet of the moment, and the scene of the strong wind suddenly stopped! The smoke and dust dissipated, and all the rolled gravel turned into powder and scattered on the ground in that moment.

When Feng Junzi let go, the pure black brush and the four words on the fan turned into black mist and flew back to the black Ruyi. The golden white cloud fan was still clean and untainted. Feng Junzi carefully folded it and took it back into his arms. At this time, Yu Cangwu's flying figure fell to the ground. The position he landed was very coincidental, which was the position he was standing in the valley just now. He walked into the scene from this place. Yu Cangwu looked a little embarrassed, and his ragged clothes were even more broken, and his body was covered with dust. But his expression was calm and he was not injured.

When I saw Yu Cangwu, I also noticed the person who was standing closest to Yu Cangwu. This person stared at him, like a big toad that was frightened. He was Zeming, a disciple of Zhengyi who once "fighted with literature". Many people in the field had similar expressions to Zeming, and they all looked fascinated and petrified. The first person to speak was Feng Junzi. He asked me: "May I ask Shi Xiaozhen, how to arbitrate after the discussion just now?"

Then I realized that it was my "arbitration" to speak. I cleared my throat and said, "Yu Cangwu has a superb cultivation, but the young master's fighting with literature is unparalleled, and he shows the style of a senior master. I can see clearly below that the two fight each other with their own strengths. Yu Cangwu flew out of the circle when the young master wrote the second to last stroke. The four words "Fengyi Tianxia" written by the young master were slow and fast from beginning to end, and the style of the writing was not broken, and finally it was completely written. In this battle, the young master won the love of the rivers and lakes, and Yu Cangwu, a disciple of Haitian Valley, lost!"

As soon as I said this, a loud cheer came from the valley. It seemed that I only saw the excitement, but not the Taoist people were there. Feng Junzi nodded and said, "Minister Shi has good eyesight, and his cultivation is good for fellow Taoist!... Fellow Taoist Yu, I didn't expect you to persevere until my last stroke was made. I lost by a slight difference, and I admire you!"

Yu Cangwu bowed and bowed from afar: "Senior, I am so proud of me. Yu himself knows it in his heart and dare not accept this praise. When I flew out of the circle, I looked back in the air clearly. The last stroke of the tangible and spiritual power of both physical and spiritual destruction! I also want to thank you for casting spells before that moment to send me out of the circle." Yu Cangwu still thanked him with great gratitude, but there was a bit of loneliness in his expression.

I saw his loneliness and sighed secretly. Who is Yu Cangwu's cultivation that can't fight with? He just faces Feng Junzi! He is an ascetic, but he will not be moved by the treasures in the world. But I also figured out why he took action. I just saw that the magic weapon he used was that long stick. It is certainly not an ordinary thing to use as a magic weapon, but it is definitely not very outstanding among magic weapons. He used this long stick to face the seven-leaf Red Snake Whip at the sect conference, and finally failed to win the championship. He probably felt unwilling to accept it. Today, he saw a magic weapon like the Cloud Staff.

Not to mention Yu Cangwu, I haven't forgotten my responsibilities yet, so I turned to Yuwenshu and Bao Chun on the sidelines and said, "The winner and fellow Taoist Yu have already decided. Next, the two will compete with each other, and the winner will compete with the senior of the young master. Please come to the end."

Yuwen Shu glanced at Bao Chun, sighed and said self-deprecatingly: "I won't be ugly anymore. Even if I can decide the winner and the leader of Xuanming today, I will definitely not be the enemy of the senior Wangqing Master. Since I know it is impossible, why bother to force it? Yuwen Shu has no chance with this artifact. Shi Xiaozhen, let Senior Brother Bao Chun compete with the young master. I wonder if it is possible?"

I glanced at Hefeng and Hexi, and they all nodded with a look of praise. I also nodded and said, "The Master Yuwen is very popular and has a very elegant attitude. He is always going with the flow and going with the flow. Then please watch it off the court... In the next game, Senior Young Master and Senior Bao Chun will fight to determine the ownership of the cloud stick. How do you want to fight?"

Feng Junzi ignored my question and sat back on the chair to rest. Only the old man Bao Chun stood on the sidelines, his face flushed and looked very embarrassed and hesitant. It was a rare good thing to enter the next round without a fight, but everyone could understand Yuwen Shu's words just now: he was sure to win Bao Chun, but he couldn't beat Feng Junzi at all. Then if Bao Chun had to take action, he would probably have to humiliate himself. Bao Chun had been there for a long time and finally clasped his fists and said, "I just saw Senior Gongzi fighting with fellow Taoist Yu. I thought about it over and over again, but there was no way to crack the calligraphy of Gongzi. In this way, Bao Chun also abstained."
Chapter completed!