When Fang Cun heard that cough, he knew that Yun Xiao had already laid the groundwork.

When he listened to the words of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, there was no special expression on his face. Instead, he only smiled lightly, not trying to cast a spell to disperse the clouds in the sky, but gently towards the Confucian scholar. After looking at it, he said, "Mr. is reasonable!"

He said so, but his body gave a little to the side.

There was also a certain amount of precise arrogance on his face, as if he was provoking.

This is clearly saying, if you think you can dispel the cloud energy, then please let the elderly do it...

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And the expressions and movements showed up, and the faces of a group of gentlemen from the old scholastic school were suddenly slightly awkward.

They had heard from Mr. Yuheng before that this cloud was created by Fang Cun, and they were going to pose a problem for them, because they didn’t know the bottom line, so they didn’t dare to come out. But now, they didn’t expect Mr. Yuchen. But they said this directly, and to a certain extent, they did feel that this Mr. Yuchen's words also had some truth in it...

They asked Fang Cun to come over, not for the sake of fulfilling his reputation, but to prevent the slightest failure.

There is no evidence about who came out of The Secret Code of Wuxiang, but they have all guessed that it might have come from a square inch. More importantly, no one knows the Secret Code of Wuxiang. Is there more content? What they have to do now is to persuade Fang Cun to stop here and keep everything safe. If there is, then it must be handed over to the old school for proper preservation.

With this intention, Nayu made him shake this prestige, which is really not appropriate.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became a little more subtle.

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"Oh, since the second son of Fang also thinks what I have said is reasonable, then he is offended!"

As for Mr. Yuchen, seeing Fang Cun's movements, he felt a little bit angry in his heart.

He meant that he didn't have to be so troublesome, and directly let Fang Cun dispel the cloud energy by himself, but because Fang Cun showed this expression, adding this action made him feel a sense of offense, frowned slightly, and stood up...

The gentlemen of the old scholastic school just don't want to care about Fang Cun, so why are they really afraid of him?

Now that he has decided to take action, his expression becomes more calm and calm, and he steps forward slightly, his feet are not broken, he looks up at the sky, sighs slightly, and then shakes his sleeves and strikes straight into the air. Although he likes to wear long sleeves like other Confucian scholars, but the sleeves are only a few feet, how can he hit the sky, but with the flick of the sleeves, he has mana and rumbling into the air.

At first glance, it seemed that his sleeve was thrown directly into the air.

Like a jade stick, stir up anger.

The dark clouds all over the sky rolled and rolled at this moment and became confused.

"Wow..."

Between the sky and the earth, a violent wind blew up so that people could hardly even open their eyes.

It can be seen to the naked eye that the thick cloud gas actually rolled away, as if it was about to clear up immediately.

The old gentlemen of the college were all surprised, and some people grinned with their beards.

Fang Cun, who was holding the umbrella, also raised his head slightly, showing expectation.

It's a pity that the cloud gas seemed to disperse instantly, but it only spread out for a small amount, and soon it was surging again, the cloud gas condensed back, and it looked like it was thicker than before, and it was tightly covered. The sky above...

"Ugh……"

Fang Cun and a few old gentlemen showed disappointment at the same time.

"how can that be possible?"

Mr. Yuchen's face showed a different color: "Obviously it will be almost dispelled..."

There were quite a few of the gentlemen in the field, and they all looked towards Fang Cun subconsciously.

Fang Cun's expression seemed to be lightly faint, smiling: "It's just a little trick, it's hard to get into the eyes of gentlemen!"

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The lighter the words, the heavier the mockery will be heard in the ears of everyone.

The gentlemen in the old scholastics are not all good-tempered, the more knowledgeable, the greater the temper.

Immediately there was an old gentleman who didn't plan to make a move just now. He sneered and said: "Mr. Fang Er is very capable, I will try it too!"

As he said, another squat old man with a red face stood up.

A long flat jade box slid out of the sleeve, and with a slight shake, there was a vermilion brush inside.

He shook lightly, shaking the pen in the air.

Behind him, there was a cloud of awe-inspiring energy that rushed straight into the sky, and actually turned into his appearance in the middle of the sky, grabbed the pen, and rushed straight into the air. It was the Yuan Ying's Faxiang, I saw that his Faxiang was as high as ten feet and surrounded by him. With all kinds of meticulous scriptures, they kept flying around, and appeared in the air for a moment, as if countless people were reading aloud at the same time in the surrounding area, almost resonating the world...

But when Haoran's intention rushed into the air, there was no need to do anything, and the cloud was already dispersed.

"Able to disperse..."

When the surrounding old scholars saw it, they all nodded in their hearts and showed a little joy: "It seems that the magical accomplishments of the second son of Fang are really not high. It is just the aura of the old Mr. Yutai himself, it is almost Disperse this dark cloud, then, what will it be like when this old gentleman directly uses the Nascent Soul technique, and then puts on the pen passed down from the sages to display magical powers?"

In a tight heartstring, they soon knew what it was like.

The old Mr. Yutai stood among the dark clouds, using the clouds as paper, and fluttering down.

A big golden character suddenly appeared in the air.

"Scatter!"

"Huh!"

With the appearance of this word, with the word as the center, everything is scattered around.

It cannot be the wind, or the vitality between the heavens and the earth, all of them disperse at this time, like water lines...

But what happened was scattered, only dark clouds gathered.

The dark clouds that had just been dissipated by his awe-inspiring aura unexpectedly gathered at this moment.

"what?"

The expressions of the old Confucians are a little weird.

And the old Mr. Yutai in the air was clearly a face, and he seemed to blush.

Glancing blankly at the surrounding dark clouds, he immediately shouted, holding the pen and writing in the air again:

"Scatter!"

The dark cloud was pushed away for a while, and then came back.

The old man gritted his teeth and wrote another word: "Scatter!"

Yunqi doesn't give him face at all.

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The group of people below looked at the old man in the sky, while writing, shouting, pushing around, tirelessly.

Some disciples from the old scholastic school had already covered their eyes at this time and did not want to look at it again.

Fang Cun was disappointed in his heart, but he gave a soft smile on his mouth.

"Forget it, call Junior Brother Yutai to come down!"

Mr. Yuheng was also a little helpless, shook his head and ordered.

"What kind of technique is your cloud? I don't think it is powerful, it almost dispelled..."

After the old Mr. Yutai came down, he was indignant and shouted to Fang Cun.

"If only I knew..."

Fang Cun thought to himself, but smiled: "It's just a trick!"

The more he said so, the more unconvinced the old students of the old scholastic school, and immediately a few people came out.

I saw the great Confucian scholars of the old scholastics, some of them held the Tianyi in hand and directly raised it in the air. For a while, as the Tianyi revolved, the sun, moon and stars were all bright, and the dark clouds could no longer hide the sunlight. So there was a magic...

...The phenomenon of burning clouds.

Some people were inspired by this and raised their hands to sacrifice a fire symbol to the sky.

The fire talisman transpired, and the mere talisman turned into a sea of ​​fire, deliberately steaming the clouds to dryness.

But after burning for a long time, the cloud became thicker.

Someone thought: "It's actually a cloud, so I won't be able to kill the rain?"

So he used his magical powers, and the heavy rain immediately caused the old scholastics to be almost flooded, and the dark clouds remained motionless.

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"Play it?"

In the distance, the seven princes watched the cloud disappear for a while, gather together, catch fire, and rain. The dark cloud is still black, covering the top of his head. The breath of Qi orifice produces smoke, and can't help it being violent. Coughing, almost blood coughed out, and the waiter on the side hurriedly took a pill for him, which suppressed the injury, clutched his chest, and kept breathing heavily.

"His Royal Highness, I look at this cloud, I am afraid it will not be so easy to disperse..."

The old servant sighed and whispered: "In my opinion, the second son of Fang entered the court song, and he was afraid that the person who came was not kind. Back then, Mr. Fang Chi had been wronged in the court song. As a brother, he must be in his heart. I also have great complaints about Chaoge..."

"Maybe, this cloud is not for the old school of scholasticism, but for Chaoge..."

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"He...he dare..."

The seventh prince was panting rapidly at this time, and all the words were stammering.

The old maid had to slap him on the back: "Because he dare not, he can only come so dark..."

"The old slave dare not persuade His Highness, but it is better not to be too angry about this. Maybe we have to ask him..."

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"I won't invite him!"

The Seventh Prince gritted his teeth: "Even if I die, I won't invite their family members to the Palace of Seven Kings again!"

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"Embarrassed..."

At this time, Mr. Yuheng was only embarrassed.

I couldn't help but glared at Mr. Yu Chen. If he was directly admitted to the hospital just now, I would ask this Mr. Fang Er to disperse his anger by himself, wouldn't it be over? You must be able to do it. Once you do it, you have attracted other people to do it. Now, except for the master and yourself, almost all the teachers in the old scholastic school have tried it again. That cloud is still that cloud, but the face of the old school, It's not that face anymore.

Realizing that everyone else is looking at him~lightnovelpub.net~ as if waiting for him to make a move, he is smart.

Just a look in his eyes, intentionally or unconsciously glanced at Yunxiao.

Yun Xiao reacted very quickly, and Li Chong acted as if nothing had happened, approaching Fang Cun, as if he was saying something in a low voice.

Fang Cun seemed helpless, and nodded gently.

He smiled softly, broke the deadlock, and said: "Predecessors of the old scholastic school, usually interpret the scriptures and educate the people, how much time can be put on this kind of magic tricks, now suddenly, there are some who don’t get together , But don’t worry, we don’t deceive people. Since we are in the old school, it’s okay to wait a little longer. I invite you to participate in the research more..."

After speaking, he took the initiative to walk into the old school.

The gentlemen of the old scholastic school were overjoyed upon hearing this.

Mr. Yuheng was even more faintly pleased and excited, casting a satisfied look at Yunxiao.

Good boy, as long as you are willing to wait, my old school has no reason to lose!