Yuehui replied: "Ling Manzheng is also missing.

However, I have the mark of his virtual world! I try to contact him! After contacting, I will notify you."

"Then it's a labor."

Ling Tianfan thought for a while and asked again: "What happened here in the Imperial Palace?"

Yuehui hesitated for a moment and said, "There is a mysterious force that penetrates in. Many senior officials are from that mysterious force!"

"Since that's the case, why not clear it?"

Ling Tianfan asked.

"Saint Ancestor Meng Junzi went to the Taishang Domain.

Now, no one in the Imperial Palace can fight against that force.

The Ling Jian and Xia Lei Meixue you are looking for are being hunted by this force.

However, there seemed to be something on both of them that the power wanted to get.

Therefore, that force has been looking for Ling Jian and Xia Lei Meixue."

Yuehui explained.

"What kind of force is that?"

Ling Tianfan continued to ask.

“I don’t know either.

I heard it comes from the Taishang Domain.”

Yuehui said.

“‘Mountain’ organization?”

The first time Ling Tianfan thought of this force.

"It's not a 'mountain' organization! I'm not very clear about the specificity."

Yuehui shook her head.

"Who are all members of this force?"

Ling Tianfan asked.

"I don't know."

Yuehui hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

After all, this is a matter within the imperial palace.

Furthermore, she did not think that Ling Tianfan's eighth step of Tao could solve the current dilemma of the Imperial Palace.

A few more days passed.

Yuehui still did not take the initiative to contact Ling Tianfan.

"Teacher, come and have a look! Senior Brother Tianlin Meng may be defeated when fighting with others in poetry."

On this day, Ling Tianfan suddenly received a message from Yi Fengwei.

Ling Tianfan’s thoughts explore the past.

On a continent in the secret realm of Wendao Holy Books, the two people were fighting poems with the intention of "dead flowers and decayed grass".

The so-called fighting poems are not just like the secular world, chanting poems and essays.

Instead, you must evolve your own talent into a poetic realm.

The poetic realm can be divided into high and low according to one's own talent.

Therefore, the poetic realm that the two condenses collide with each other, and those whose poetic realm are weak will naturally collapse.

At this moment, Tian Linmeng evolved with the intention of having a waning flower and grass after autumn. The world is vast and the mountains are declining, and the entire poetry realm is full of death.

But in this dead energy, there is a trace of vitality brewing.

Express your aspirations through poetry.

The artistic conception of this poem also incorporates the character of Tianlin Meng.

Desolate but not sad! Decline but not falling! It can be said that the poetic artistic conception evolved by Tian Lin Meng at this moment is of superiority.

Opposite Tianlinmeng, this is a girl in white.

As calm as a sword.

The poetic artistic conception she evolved was not as vast as Tian Lin Meng.

It’s a grass! A sword-like grass grows from the seeds and then grows to its most prosperous time, and blooms with the most gorgeous flowers.

However, flowers will eventually fall.

The flowers fell and withered on the grass.

Then, the vitality of the grass also came to an end and began to turn yellow.

It seems that the life of this flower and plant evolved.

Every year, it is withered and flourishing.

After the flowers and plants were finished, the poetic artistic conception of the girl in white reached its peak.

With a sharp sword.

The poetic artistic conception of Tian Lin Meng was instantly shattered.

Tian Lin Meng, defeated! "I've given up!"

The girl in white said lightly.

The feeling she gives people is not arrogance, but a kind of coldness.

When he saw this girl in white, Ling Tianfan's eyes lit up, and an old friend smiled like a meeting of an old friend appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This girl is nothing else, she is Ji Yi Shishi! At this moment, Ji Yi Shishi has reached the ninth stage of Taoism.

Although her cultivation level is not as good as Tian Lin Meng, Wen Dou, what she does not do in cultivation level, but in talent.

"Senior sister is amazing. In terms of poetic conception, I am convinced by the loss."

Tianlin Meng said.

In fact, in his words, he was obviously convinced.

I just think he lost in the poem.

And asking is not just poetry.

"What else do you want to compare?"

Ji Yi Shishi asked faintly.

"I want to compare words with you!"

Tianlin Meng said loudly.

His calligraphy is indeed what he is best at.

"no problem."

Ji Yi Shishi agreed.

"Let's choose one word each!"

Tianlin Meng said.

"You come first."

Ji Yi Shishi said.

"Then I'm not polite."

Tian Lin Meng Yun rotated the origin in his body and condensed his talent into his fists.

It blasted out suddenly.

Boom! In the void, it collapsed within a radius of a hundred meters.

Literary battles are not about competing power.

Therefore, if he punches like this, he needs to control the power to an extremely subtle way.

Otherwise, if the power of punching is too great and it will affect it, it will not only be rude, but also not understand the rules of literary fighting, which is an illegal act.

Void fist.

In the collapsed land, a sense of talent suddenly emerged.

Gradually, the word "文" condensed.

The "Shou" in the Confucian Academy of Shoudao and Confucianism! The word "Shou" is suspended in the void above Tianlin Meng's head, and the artistic conception of the word emanates, perfectly integrating with Tianlin Meng's entire character.
To be continued...