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Chapter 785 The Way of the Saint (14)

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    "Poof"

    Xi Moyun's attack almost caused Zheng Yuanqing to lose his heart, but this mouthful of blood was his essence and blood, which condensed the essence and blood of his heart. At this time, his face was pale and his hands were trembling slightly.

    "A saint is at ease." But Zheng Yuanqing still raised his pen and prepared to finish writing this article. With such great courage, he would not hesitate to make enemies of the world because he knew that there would always be people who understood his truth. If he did not continue  If you go on, you will truly lose your original intention.

    "Without action, everything is just talk. Are you worthy of caring about the saint?" But at this moment, Su Muzhe was aggressive and his majestic literary energy penetrated into the Phoenix, giving him an extra  Layers of brilliance, phoenixes singing in unison, are about to shatter Zheng Yuanqing's articles.

    "Poof"

    Another mouthful of blood was spat out. Zheng Yuanqing was unable to continue. He still lacked experience. Although he had the saint's principles in his heart, he could not apply them freely at one time. This is the value of experience. Under the calculations of these peerless evildoers, the saint's principles seemed to be useless.  So fragile, this is borrowing the general trend of the world to attack his saintly principles and using people to distort the facts.

    But Zheng Yuanqing did not give up. The pen in his hand was trembling, as if he was about to let go, but he still wanted to continue. This was his persistence, and he would never give up. But at this moment, the saint of the three gentlemen of the Confucian sect  The big hand struck again, and the pen in Zheng Yuanqing's hand suddenly came out of his hand, his face as white as a piece of paper.

    "What can I do, what can I do!!!" Zheng Yuanqing chanted in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. The words in the sky began to blur. It was obvious that without Zheng Yuanqing's support, these could not be condensed at all.

    "It's so hateful to read so many lies!!!" The old teacher was so angry that he was shaking all over, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he had the cultivation of the King of Saints, he could not save the attack of this literary spirit. He had the murderous intention in his heart.  It was too heavy and it was difficult to muster up the decent spirit to protect it. At this time, he was just as powerless as Zheng Yuanqing.

    "Hey, what a pity for such a good article!" In the imperial capital, the old beggar was also helpless. This was an attack of literary spirit, not an attack of secret techniques. No one could stop it, unless the great sages and scholars from the Confucian sect came in person.  , otherwise no one will be able to save the day.

    "The half-saint general died young!" Several old antiques in Tianxuan Immortal Palace showed their nervous expressions and laughed. If such a saint really appeared, the great religion would be in trouble, although they would not take the initiative  Take action, but also enjoy laughing at the joke.

    "How could it be so?" Ming Yuexiang's piano music paused again, and she felt uncomfortable when she saw the words that were about to disappear. She had always had a hope in her heart, hoping that someone could find the answer in her heart, but now this  The expectation is obviously going to disappear.

    However, at this critical moment, Zheng Yuanqing was suddenly shaken, and his hand suddenly grasped the fallen writing brush. The pale color began to turn rosy, and the brush was as big as a silver hook, and the momentum was like a leaping dragon and a tiger, and he continued to write.

    Qin Hao finally took action, how could he let the evil ideas of these villains prevail?

    "As long as the saint does not die, the thieves will not stop!" As soon as he took action, he directly wrote eight big characters, condensing the essence of all chapters.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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