God of War System

Chapter 152 My name is Ye Tian, ​​Ye Bufan
At this time, an unusually strong figure slowly walked into the courtyard.

"So it's Brother Wu, long time no see." Su Yi glanced at the entrance of the courtyard, and instead of being angry, he greeted him kindly.

Wu Dongchuan and Su Yi are the same age, both 29 years old, but their temperaments are quite different.

Su Yi was dressed in the attire of a Confucian in white robes, exuding a little bookishness.

Wu Dongchuan, on the other hand, has a slightly rough face and looks informal. He walks vigorously, like a bold and masculine man, and there is no offensive smell on his body.

"Hehe, it's true that we haven't seen each other for a long time. No, I came to visit brother Su just after I came back." Walking in front of Su Yi, Wu Dongchuan clasped his fists and said with a smile.

"Huh?...Brother Wu has actually been promoted to a six-star martial artist!" Su Yi was startled when he felt the aura of realm emanating from Wu Dongchuan.

When Wu Dongchuan joined Qingnan Sect, he had just been promoted to a three-star martial artist. Unexpectedly, in two years, he broke through two small realms at once. This kind of cultivation talent is too strong!
"Hehe, it's just luck." Wu Dongchuan waved his hand.

"By the way, I heard that Brother Wu won the second place in the inner sect in the Qingnan Sect competition a few days ago. Xiaosheng would like to congratulate him."

"The strength of a six-star martial artist can only be ranked second in the inner sect, and the Xuanyang sect is indeed the weakest sect nearby..."

Ye Tian, ​​who was standing behind Su Yi, smiled wryly when he heard the words. Hong Shan was only a one-star martial artist, and he could become the No.1 core disciple in Xuanyang Sect.

And the big man who just came to the courtyard has the realm of a six-star martial artist, but he hasn't even entered the core.

A simple comparison shows that the strength gap between these two sects is too great.

"Hehe, Brother Su is the number one talent among the young generation in Lingxi City. He can go to the royal family to take office at any time. A rough man like me can't compare." The sect in which he lives can't do it either.

"Brother Wu must not be called that. Xiaosheng is just a Confucian scholar. When it comes to talent and learning, this Brother Ye is truly the number one, but he is not a genius, but a master." Su Yi made an introduction sideways.

"Wu Dongchuan, how dare I ask this master's name?" Wu Dongchuan clasped his fists and said, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the badge on Ye Tian's chest, and his breathing stopped slightly.

Such a young alchemist, and a second-grade alchemist at that, is too terrifying.

The third elder of Qingnanzong only became a third-rank alchemist at the age of 70, and now he has only been promoted to the fourth rank.

And the young man in front of him should be only about 20 years old, or even less than that, but he has already become a second-rank alchemist. This kind of talent can only be described as terrifying.

"Under Ye Tian, ​​I don't dare to be the 'master' that brother Su mentioned just now." Ye Tian smiled back.

"Brother Ye, don't be modest. In fact, your poetic talent has already reached the level of a master." Su Yi smiled and shook his head.

"Grandmaster of poetics?" Wu Dongchuan was shocked when he heard the words. He knew very well what the master of poetics represented, and that belonged to all poets.

"Yes, Xiaosheng boldly estimates that Brother Ye's poetic talent is not inferior to that of Li Changfeng."

"The poetic master of the Nine Yuan Imperial Family, the ghost of poetry, Li Changfeng?" Wu Dongchuan asked in surprise, his pupils condensed slightly.

Su Yi nodded seriously.

Wu Dongchuan never expected that Su Yi would give this person such a high evaluation, and he said it in front of all the Confucians, as if he didn't feel disrespectful at all.

Turning his head curiously, he found that many Confucian scholars nodded solemnly, and did not show any strange expressions. Wu Dongchuan was unavoidably horrified.

Although he has never met Li Changfeng with his own eyes, the title of 'Ghost Talent' is known to almost the entire Confucian world.

Because Li Changfeng is not only a poetic master, but also a peak martial artist!
Even if this kind of strength is separated from the royal family, it can definitely walk sideways in the Nine Yuan Empire.

Wu Dongchuan took a deep breath to calm down the shock in his heart, then pulled a fragrant wooden chair and sat down, and began to chat with Ye Tian and others.

He could see that Ye Tian was not a Confucianist, and should be a warrior like him.

Seeing this, Su Yi returned to the center of the pavilion, and continued to discuss his poetry and prose experience with the Confucians. After all, he is a Confucianist, and he doesn't like to exchange those things about fighting and killing.

About an hour later, in the middle of the night, the Poetry Friends Conference finally ended, and all the Confucianists left one after another. They heard a lot of poems and essays today, and they thought it would be of great help to their future cultivation, so they were very happy in their hearts. In the eyes that looked at Ye Tian when he was parting, admiration and admiration came second, and gratitude was more important.

This kind of gratitude comes from the heart and spreads throughout the body. The eyes cannot express it all...

"Brother Ye, I wonder if Xiaosheng can spread your poems?" Seeing Ye Tian and others standing up, Su Yi also walked out of the pavilion and asked.

"It doesn't matter." Ye Tiandan said with a smile, anyway, these poems are not from this world, and he is not worried that others will expose his plagiarism.

"By the way, I wonder if Brother Ye has a name?" Normally, any Confucian would have a name, and Su Yi didn't know if Ye Tian had one, so he could only ask in doubt.

"The font size..." Ye Tian rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, and then smiled lightly, "The font is extraordinary."

"Ye Tian, ​​Ye Bufan?" Su Yi frowned upon hearing this, then nodded slightly and said, "Good name."

There is a word "天" in Ye Tian's name, which itself means that he can fly freely in the endless sky, coupled with the word "bufan".

Su Yi secretly thought, maybe Ye Tian is a hidden dragon in the abyss now, but in the future, he will definitely be able to rise up and ascend to heaven, which will amaze countless people and make the whole continent tremble!

"If brother Su has no other questions, I'll leave later." Cupping his hands, Ye Tian saw Su Yi nodding, and immediately exchanged polite greetings with Wu Dongchuan beside him, and the four of them walked out of the Su family's mansion together. .

Walking on the quiet street, Bai Mingxuan reminded: "Brother Ye, let's set off tomorrow. Yansha Forest is quite far away from here. It takes about ten days to reach there."

Ye Tian nodded, and walked through the Yansha Forest. It is estimated that he will reach the Guqi Mountain Range in a short time. At that time, he believes that with his luck, he should be able to find a stone tree that can predict the future.

After entering Yongle Building, Ye Tian and others returned to their respective rooms after briefly saying hello to Xiaolian.

In Bai Mingxuan's mind, he kept thinking about the poems that Ye Tian "created" before. He believed that if he could fully comprehend these poems, his poetic background would definitely skyrocket.

But Leng Feng and Mo Yan didn't feel sleepy yet, they sat cross-legged in their respective rooms, meditating and practicing.

Ye Tian sat on the bed, flicked his sleeves lightly, and took out all five middle-grade spirit stones.

The thick spiritual power was like a spirit snake, it swam back and forth as soon as it came out, and immediately got into the first piece of spirit stone, and then, the rich spiritual energy was hooked out, as if attracted, and all attached to his body.

In the side room where he could not see his fingers, Ye Tian was like a holy Buddha, with a slight white light emitting from his whole body.

After a long while, after collecting the five middle-grade spirit stones one by one, Ye Tian felt that the Wu Yuan in his body had grown stronger, Ye Tian nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Second wave, start the middle-level lottery draw."

(End of this chapter)