Huai Fengsheng's eyes were bloodshot. There were not many high-ranking Confucian scholars in the Huai family. Now Lin Qian actually killed Huai Jinfeng in front of him. How could he not be angry?

The talent of the fifth grade Mingyi Concept gathered, and a copybook flew out of him, and the next moment it had already arrived above Lin Qian's head, trying to wrap Lin Qian around.

However, when the copybook fell, the dead water in the air suddenly appeared below the copybook, like a pool of thunder, making the copybook unable to move forward half a step.

"How is that possible?"

Huaifengsheng's spirit changed drastically. He was a fifth-grade Confucian scholar and used the self-reported post of the great Confucian Wenbao, who was inherited by the family, to be able to kill Lin Qian with one blow. Before everyone could react, he didn't expect that he would be blocked by Lin Qian, who is only a sixth-grade?

But soon, he understood why.

The Haoran gas flowed, covering Lin Qian like a pillar of light. Above the stagnant water, there were vaguely big mountains and rivers appearing, and the scene of big people's life flowing...

"He, is he trying to understand?!"

"This is a clear poem!"

Huai Fengsheng's heart is cold, so he must not keep this child for too long. It will take only a long time to understand.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his body surged wildly. The copybook above Lin Qian's head suddenly burst into dazzling golden light.
Chapter completed!