"Luck and luck are just excuses of self-deception and jealousy."

"In terms of literature, besides being genuine, where can we get the luck and luck?"

Facing Jiang Liu's humble words, Bai Qingyun smiled relieved and said freely:

"Since I and Xiaoting have lost to you in terms of poetry and talent, I will definitely promise to fulfill the two requests you made before."

As he said that, Bai Qingyun immediately turned to Feng Xiaoting and ordered:

"Xiao Ting, when the King of Jiangnan returns to Jiangnan City, give him two golden-level weapon casting masters and let him take them back to Jiangnan City together!"

"Yes, the Emperor of Poetry!"

After receiving Bai Qingyun's promise, Feng Xiaoting naturally did not dare to have any objection and quickly bowed to respond.

"Then, I'll remove your sealed memory for you!"

Bai Qingyun faced Jiang Liu and spoke again.

Compared to Jiang Liu, he couldn't wait to urgently understand his background.

In fact, Bai Qingyun was also very curious about Jiang Liu's identity.

Like Jiang Liu, he wanted to know what kind of life experience Jiang Liu had.

Why was his memory sealed?

"Xie Shihuang."

"But, please wait a moment."

Feeling Bai Qingyun's hot eyes, Jiang Liu thanked him, then thought of him, raised his head, and looked at the golden light poem above his head.

His actions surprised Bai Qingyun and Feng Xiaoting.

However.

Just when they were surprised, they saw that Jiang Liuling's eight-grade rating poems suddenly burst out again.

"There are still derived skills?"

When these golden lights emerged, Bai Qingyun, Feng Xiaoting, and the owners and the King of Songs from more than a dozen cities, including Mu Xingchen, all narrowed their eyes and burst into screams again.

As soon as these screams came out, the golden light that emerged above Jiang Liu's head was already floating rapidly above the poem rated by the Eighth Grade Spirit.

They continue to gather and condense.

In the end, in front of Bai Qingyun, Feng Xiaoting, and the city owners and the King of Poets from more than a dozen cities in Jiangjun Province, eight large golden characters were condensed.

Silver-level exercises!

Ten thousand swords return to the sect!!!

boom!

As soon as the silver-level martial arts were released, the hall, which had already calmed down, set off a surging wave again.

"Another silver-level exercise?"

"I heard that the chance of the King of Jiangnan was 100%. Before, in Jiangdong City, I heard that two silver-level exercises were derived. Now, has another silver-level exercise appeared?"

For a moment.

Seeing the emergence of this silver-level martial art above Jiang Liu's head, not only the city owners and the King of Poetry in the fifteen cities of Jiangjun Province were stunned.

Even Bai Qingyun and Feng Xiaoting felt unbelievable.

Silver-level exercises.

Extremely powerful and scarce.

Moreover, the probability of deriving from poetry is much smaller than that of the bronze-level exercises.

If we say that among ordinary poems, only one hundred poems with a rating of seven or above are derived from a bronze-level exercise.

Then, the probability of this silver-level martial arts is at least one thousand poems with a rating of the Xuanwu rank or above, so that one can be derived.

If not.

Even if it is Bai Qingyun, the poet, and Feng Xiaoting, the provincial governor of Jiangjun Province, even if he writes poems with the ratings of the Seventh and Seventh grades of Lingqi, how could it be impossible to derive the silver-grade martial arts?

This is precisely because the silver-level martial arts are too powerful, and the probability of being derived is extremely difficult.

Therefore, even Bai Qingyun, the Emperor of Poetry, and Feng Xiaoting, the provincial governor of Jiangjun Province, could not easily produce silver-level martial arts.

but.

Only Jiang Liu is the only one.

But it broke this routine.

The probability of his bronze-level martial arts being derived perfectly reached 100%.

Even the probability of derivatives of silver-level martial arts reached perfectly 100%.

What's this a pervert?

"As of this time, there seemed to be three silver ranks in the hands of King Jiangnan?"

"Three Doors..."

"It seems that no one of our city owners and poets in more than a dozen cities in Jiangjun Province has ever owned a silver-level martial art, right?"

instantly.

Seeing the origin of another silver-level martial art in Jiangliu, the city owners and the poets of the fifteen cities of Jiangjun Province present all felt a strong sense of envy and jealousy.

They tried every means to seek silver-level skills that they had always dreamed of, but they could not get it.

However, Jiang Liu, every time he writes a poem with a rating of Xuanwu or above, he gets a silver-grade skill...

Damn.

God should I target this?

"What a perverted little guy!"

Feeling the envy and jealousy of the city owners and the poets around him, Bai Qingyun couldn't help but sigh.

A municipal poetry king with three silver-level skills?

If you want to tell this kind of thing, no one in the five southern provinces would believe it.

after all.

Even Bai Qingyun, the King of Poetry, had only a few silver-level skills in his hands.

and.

These sects have taken nearly two hundred years of accumulation.

But this Jiang Liu, from the derivative of the previous two silver-level skills to the current silver-level skills, seems to be less than twenty days?

If this continues, wouldn’t this guy be able to open a silver-level martial arts wholesale department?

"Comparing this with the son of destiny is to make oneself ashamed."

"After all, let alone the silver-level exercises, the bronze-level exercises mastered by King Jiangnan have more than two hundred sects."

"Not mentioning the entire Jiangjun Province, even if it is the entire five southern provinces, who can compare?"

Feeling the complex emotions of Bai Qingyun, the city masters and the king of poetry, Feng Xiaoting, the provincial master of Jiangjun Province, smiled bitterly and said in a relieved tone.

Compared with Jiang Liu, this technique is just a boring thing.

Not to mention them, even the domain owners of the five southern provinces would probably have to cry and call them.

so.

Even though Feng Xiaoting was extremely envious, he could only secretly convince himself to relax his mind.

only.

They sighed with envy, and Jiang Liu looked a little stunned when he saw the silver-level martial arts of the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong appear.

A poem describing peach blossoms has produced the return of thousands of swords?

What is the relationship between the two?

Or is it that peach blossoms fly all over the sky, just like thousands of swords coming out together, covering the sky and the earth?

"Not care about this for now."

Jiang Liu shook his head, and didn't want to think too much, and he couldn't figure it out.

Anyway, the origin of each of his martial arts is all kinds of, inexplicable.

I said there was no connection, but there was something in common.

It is hard to explain that there are commonalities.

Instead of being entangled, it is better to feel relieved.

Anyway, no matter whether there is any connection or not, the martial arts have appeared, and it has no effect on him at all.
To be continued...