Xuanhuan: I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 192
"Young master, our Han dynasty also has powerhouses of the Star King level, but these powerful beings have all gone to the battlefield of the ten thousand races."

"The strong players in the later stage of Star King will also be transferred to the battlefield. No one will refuse this, because this battle is related to the life and death of the race. Unless it is a betrayal of human beings, no one will refuse."

Chong Huan beside Chen Xiao said softly.

"Oh? Really? Then the theme of today's literary meeting is Clan War, so it must be to help Clan War do something?"

Chen Xiao took a deep breath, and said with a solemn expression.

"Young Master is right in guessing. This time, we are preparing a room for the clan war. Our strength is low, but we still want to make some contributions to our race."

"The opponent we face in the Southern Territory is the most powerful race among all races, Tianxie."

"The Tianxie clan lives in the dark hell, and they are powerful. They killed many heroes in our southern region. 3000 years ago, the Tianxie clan even killed us in the southern region. The peerless powerhouse saved countless lives just now."

"The birth of the saint has made our southern region calm for 3000 years, but now on the battlefield of all races, the strong of the Tianxie clan have once again launched an attack on the passage of our southern region. The Tianxie clan is cold and dark. , our Wen Dao happens to be their nemesis, and we gather here today precisely to gather everyone's talent and send it to the battlefield of all races to strengthen the defense of Southern Region City."

"This old man is about to die, so I plan to use my last bit of life to gather all my talents and turn them into a magic weapon."

When Murong Tian said this, there was still a smile in his eyes.

At the last moment of his life, he tried to help human beings do one thing, and he was worthy of living in this world.

He was going to use his soul as a sacrifice to complete the condensing of the treasure, but their literary skills were still too low, and the treasure of the literary way required talent to be condensed.

"Sir, please accept my respect. Mr. Chen was rude today, and he insisted on participating in this literary meeting." Chen Xiao's eyes were full of helplessness at this time.

If he knew that today's literary meeting was for such an important matter, he would never force his participation.

"Mr. Chen, what's the matter? You are able to solve the two old questions in such a short period of time. How can you be an ordinary person? I believe His Highness the Crown Prince's words now. Murong is being unreasonable today."

Although Murong Tian has a high seniority, after Chen Xiao broke his two questions, Murong Tian believed that he was a genius.

Other scholars may not know about Chong Huan, but Murong Tian knows the secret of Chong Huan. Chong Huan is a powerful cultivator of Wen Dao.

It is precisely because of this secret that Murong is determined not to live, and is prepared to contribute to the race when he dies.

There is Chong Huan after his death, Wen Dao will only continue to grow stronger, not weaker.

When he tested Chen Xiao, he was actually trying to prove one thing, that is, whether Chen Xiao was really talented, whether he was really the most powerful person in the literary world.

Especially for the first question, Murong Tian didn't write it, but Murong Tian saw it in a relic, but he couldn't figure it out after thinking hard for several years.

"Mr. Murong, you are serious. Mr. Chen just read more books."

Chen Xiao said quickly.

"Sir, please sit down, everyone sit down."

Chong Huan glanced at everyone, then said with a smile.

"Thank you, His Royal Highness."

Everyone hurriedly saluted Chong Zhao.

"Sir, sit down."

Chong Huan then quickly helped Chen Xiao open the chair.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Chen Xiao also sat down.

"My lord, Mr. Murong made the question today because he just thought that I was exaggerating towards you. In fact, after you saved me, you will be able to participate in this literary meeting. Because I was poisoned, you saved me, and This poison is not a normal poison, but a strange poison on the battlefield of ten thousand races, if you can detoxify it, then it proves that your medical skills can restrain the Heavenly Evil Clan."

Chong Huan didn't hide the slightest thing, and told the story directly. Chong Huan knew about such a terrible existence as Chen Xiao, and he probably knew everything here a long time ago.

So he didn't want to hide it, if Chen Xiao felt that he was using his words, then under this thought, he would be finished.

Hastily explained.

"Ok?"

"It's okay, this is understandable."

Chen Xiao couldn't help laughing after listening to Chong Huan's words.

It seems that I have been praised too much. This is simply deceiving others. How can others believe it?
Chen Xiao understood instantly at this moment, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: "I'm just a mortal, do you have to praise me like this? People who praise me don't believe you anymore."

"It's all my fault sir!"

Chong Huan was very frightened at this time, and said quickly.

"Forget it, it's my honor to be able to participate in this literary meeting today. I'll just watch it carefully. It's also good to gain insight." Chen Xiao is looking forward to it at this time. These people are all big scholars among scholars. dude.

As for Chong Huan, Chen Xiao ignored it directly, and he had no interest in Chong Huan at this time.

Seeing that Chen Xiao no longer paid attention to him, Chong Huan let out a big sigh of relief.

"Everyone, no matter what happens today, you have to calm me down, or this is our chance, and it is also the Wen Dao Fusu in the Southern Region. The son is a god, the most powerful man of Wen Dao, who lives in seclusion in the mountains all year round. In the middle, if you become a mortal, you must be tired of the life of a cultivator. When you first come to the big man, no matter what you see, you must suppress your excitement, otherwise the young master will not like it."

Murong Tian's voice was majestic, resounding in every student's ears.

Afterwards, they glanced at Murong Tian without a trace, their faces full of doubts.

"You are not more than surprised, waiting is the best explanation, just watch carefully."

"Reality will give you the answers you want." Murong Tian explained.

"Everyone, let's have a glass of wine first, and then the essay meeting will officially begin. You must use your strongest talents to write amazing articles."

Murong Tian raised his wine glass and said loudly.

At this time, Murong Tian's voice was particularly loud, like thunder, if he hadn't seen him, he might not have known that this was an old man who was dying.

"cheers!"

After learning everything, he drank it all in one gulp, and Murong Tian also gulped it down. His stooped body became straight at this moment.

With a wave of his hand, in the Qingyuan Pavilion, a huge scroll unfolded, with a strange light shining on it.

(End of this chapter)