The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 17 Good Wind Sends Me Up to Qingyun by Power!
The Green Fox King, who was hanging in mid-air, had an extremely ugly expression.

What does King Ming want to do?
Are you ready to go all out?

When the Green Fox King thought about it, his hands turned into blue flames, and the flames were like rain falling from the sky, and the surrounding snowflakes turned into curls of water vapor, rising upwards.

But when the flame touched the city wall, countless armored heroes raised their spears again, and the spears formed a line of defense, blocking all the flames three inches away from the spear tip.

After this blow, the brilliant golden light on Heroic Spirit's body also dimmed a bit.

Then, the rolling stones were thrown towards the city wall by the Yaoman standing in the front.

Numerous vertical ladders were set up and placed on the city wall, densely packed monsters, like insects, climbing up bit by bit.

A red vine was wrapped around Song Lanyi's wrist, and the vine extended outward, like an inconspicuous line of blood on the city wall.

However, for such a vine, after absorbing tons of Yaoman's blood, thin golden threads faintly grew out of the vine.

Song Lanyi's expression was a little strange at this time.

Because she could feel that while the little shoot was absorbing blood, it was also rapidly growing stronger.

When Xiao Ya reached saturation, it would feed back the power in the blood to Song Lanyi himself.

In other words, her current physical fitness is strengthening at an incredible speed.

No matter in terms of strength, agility, or insight, they are rapidly improving.

Fortunately, this elevation is not without limit. When it reaches a certain critical point, it will gradually stop and turn into a foundation in the body, waiting for a breakthrough in the future, and then transforming into strength.

It can be said that Song Lanyi's strength at this time is far higher than that of the ninth rank, and can match the ordinary eighth rank, but if he is fighting against the Chosen One of the same realm, if he does not use other means, it is still too reluctant.

Song Lanyi looked at the strong bow in his hand, threw it aside resolutely, and picked up a big hammer from the other side.

While everyone was not paying attention, she walked to the ladder, and when a Yaoman with a human body with animal ears emerged from the city wall, she quickly aimed her hand and hit the Yaoman on the head.

"boom!"

With one blow, Yaoman's head exploded from inside like a shattered watermelon, and the red and white brains flowed all over the floor.

Gongsun Ji turned her head subconsciously, and then...he looked at the big hammer in Song Lanyi's hand, and at the way she lifted the hammer easily with one hand, and a question mark appeared slowly.

your sister!
What is your cultivation?

please!You are just a pharmacist!

Song Lanyi didn't care about Gongsun Ji's strange eyes, but threw himself into the sea of ​​whack-a-mole.

Although this whack-a-mole... is slightly bloody.

At this moment, above the city wall, a flock of falcons appeared suddenly. Their gazes were like hooks, and a long cry resounded through the sky.

The moment the scream sounded, there were many soldiers on the city wall shaking their feet, their cheeks were pale and bloodless.

There were even a few soldiers who couldn't resist the screams, and in a trance, even stumbled and fell under the city wall.

Gongsun Ji recovered from the daze, and when he saw this scene, he was furious instantly, "Bastard, how courageous!"

He breathed out a heart of loyalty, and the heart of loyalty became red, and in an instant, the heart of Dao turned into a five-color feather fan.

He estimated the distance between himself and the falcon, and frowned slightly in his heart, but after all he just sighed in his heart.

If you haven't reached the third rank, you can't walk in the air.

At least... Confucianism and Taoism are like this.

This is also the most regrettable shackles for them.

If it is possible to walk in the air under the third rank, how can the miscellaneous beasts in the sky be allowed to make trouble?
In a flash of thought, Gongsun Ji was just about to make a move, but when Song Lanyi whispered a few words in his ear, his eyes suddenly shone brightly.

It's just that the timing is tight at this moment, he didn't care about what to say, he waved his feather fan, and slowly took a breath in his stomach, as if there was great pride rising in his chest:
"Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he pleases. Shaohua has no roots in laughing."

"By virtue of its strength, the good wind sent me to Qingyun."

The sentence "The good wind sends me to Qingyun by force", is exactly what Song Lanyi whispered just now.

I saw a gust of wind blowing out of thin air above the city wall.

Gongsun Ji rose up in the wind, with a fluttering beard, wearing a lun scarf, and holding a feather fan, like a fairy under the moon.

He raised his hand, slapped the feather fan, and shouted loudly, "The wind is coming!"

Then, there was another cry, "Add to the fire!"

The flame, the size of a bean lamp, rose against the wind at this moment. In the case of a very short distance, the strong wind and the fire, before the falcons dispersed, attached the flame to their feathers.

Seeing this, Gongsun Ji only felt an unprecedented joy in his heart.

How many times?

How many times, because they were confined to less than the third-rank realm and could not fly in the air, they often could only use bows and arrows or even spells to attack the monsters of this kind of birds.

But these things, after a certain distance, their power will weaken.

Moreover, with the distance buffer, Yaoman can easily dodge these attacks by virtue of its own speed.

However, after today, everything is different.

A song "A good wind sends me to Qingyun by force" is enough to change the current status quo.

In fact, it is not that there are similar poems and essays made at present, but these poems and essays are either too rare or too obscure. Simply put, they just don’t work.

If the poetry is not good, it means that the talent attached to the poetry is not much, and the vision transformed into it is not strong.

But based on Gongsun Ji's experience, Song Lanyi's poem, although it can't be said to be uploaded to the world, is appropriate for the appearance of the county.

Even after being recited by people all over the world, it may rise to the realm of "Dafu".

Thinking of this, Gongsun Ji felt even better.

He slowly landed on the city wall, squinting his eyes to see that because the hawks and falcons were burned into clouds of fire, the monster army in the distance did not dare to act rashly, and even the speed of attacking the city gradually slowed down.

He smiled and patted Song Lanyi's shoulder, "Miss Song, the future is promising."

Song Lanyi thought about it, and baldly said, "The future is promising, and life is worthwhile. With dreams as horses, can you live up to your youth?"

Gongsun Ji was stunned, a little hesitant, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Is this some kind of secret language?"

Now it was Song Lanyi's turn to be speechless, and she whispered, "How about... you try?"

Gongsun Ji was taken aback for a moment, and then gave Song Lanyi a slap in the face, "This joke is really cold."

Why is this man still beating people?

Three years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

It was too late for the little girl to take revenge.

Song Lanyi smiled and said, "Sir, I remember you once said that if you empty out the prince's warehouse, you have to..."

"Hush, shush!" Gongsun Ji said nervously, "Miss Song, be careful that the walls have ears."

Song Lanyi felt relieved.

Gongsun Ji also took the time to realize that Song Lanyi was pretending to be a tiger.

For a moment, he couldn't help laughing dumbly.

He looked at Yaoman who was gradually retreating, and suddenly remembered something, and he was a little confused, "Miss Song, I have a doubt, why are most of the poems you mentioned half? Get off your horse.’ Like today’s sentence…”

Song Lanyi turned her head and just smiled, "Do you know, sir, what my Dao heart is?"

Gongsun Ji frowned in confusion.

Why did you mention this all of a sudden?
Song Lanyi turned his head and looked towards the front of the wind and snow, with reminiscence in his eyes, "My Dao heart is just a dream..."

This dream is not a dream in the dream space.

It's like a dream... the past.

And buried underground... 5000 years of poetry and wine.

　God, God, I am fascinated by the code, and I forget the time.

　　Sorry sorry, I will pre-set it in the future
　　Sorry everyone!
　　I have something to do in the evening, I will post the manuscript, I also pre-set it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)