HPDBC Chapter 227: Ye Yang Wrestled With The First Generation Of Confucian Saints, And His Literary Spirit
Chapter 227: Ye Yang Wrestled With The First Generation Of Confucian Saints, And His Literary Spirit
"Ten years ago, when I just succeeded in becoming a Confucianist, because of the changes in Heavenly Dao, I really could only draw about 10% of the power from the long river of culture."
"It's just that in the past ten years, my strength has also been greatly improved."
"There is a very interesting improvement, that is, I can already mobilize the full power of Wenqi Changhe."
"It's just that this secret is only known to me."
"Now we can mobilize the full power of Wenqi Changhe, which means that everything has returned to the starting point, and you will still be easily suppressed by us."
There was an inscrutable smile on the corner of Ye Yang's mouth.
At the same time as he opened his mouth to say these words, Ye Yang also stretched out his single arm and swung it lightly twice.
In such an instant, Ye Yang also mobilized the power in the long river of culture.
In this regard, Ye Yang is not exaggerating.
In fact, when Ye Yang raised his multiplication supernatural power to another level by using words to follow the supernatural power, even Ye Yang didn't know what happened. Originally, he could only mobilize about 10% of the power of Wen Qi Changhe, but now He was able to mobilize all the power of Wenqi Changhe.
It's just that at that time, this matter was not important to Ye Yang.
So Ye Yang didn't take it too seriously. After all, he could mobilize the power of Wenqi Changhe. For Ye Yang, this was nothing more than a power that could be used in the world of Confucianism and Taoism.
To put it bluntly, it has great limitations.
In this way, Ye Yang naturally doesn't care much about this matter.
It's just that Ye Yang didn't expect that what seemed to him to be beyond reproach at the beginning would actually play a huge role at this time, just enough to be able to compete with the first generation of Confucian saints.
At this moment, with Ye Yang mobilizing the full power of Wenqi Changhe, the original light golden mist has already floated towards the place where the first generation Sanctuary stood.
But as Ye Yang also began to mobilize the power in the long river of literary energy, this pale golden mist suddenly became fascinated.
As if being pulled by two huge forces, it moved closer to Ye Yang for a while, and moved closer to the first generation of Confucian saints for a while.
But it is obvious that this pale golden mist has become a tool of wrestling between Ye Yang and the first generation of Confucian saints.
At the beginning, this pale golden mist that contained all the power of Wenqi River was still wriggling back and forth.
But at the back, the pale golden mist directly showed a bad posture.
Just like that, it ran between Ye Yang and the first generation of Confucian saints, and Tian Lue just didn't move.
No matter how much Ye Yang and the first Confucian sage argued, they kept a motionless posture.
"It's impossible, Wen Qi Changhe actually chose not to help each other?"
"I don't believe it. After all, I created the Long River of Culture. Why did such a thing happen?"
"I am the first generation of Confucian saints, I created a long river of cultural energy, and the power in the long river of cultural energy should be mobilized and used by me.
"You are just a rising star, why should you fight with me?"
Seeing this scene, the smile on the face of the first Confucian sage had already disappeared, and he once again showed an expression of extreme disbelief.
While being extremely shocked, the heart of the first generation of Confucian sages immediately surged with monstrous anger.
That's right, when the Confucian saints of the past generation saw Wenqi Changhe's attitude of not helping each other, he was outraged.
This is fundamentally different from the situation predicted by the first generation of Confucian saints.
It's just that no matter how angry the first Confucian sage roared, it would not help.
Because this pale golden mist just traversed between Ye Yang and the first generation of Confucian saints without moving.
Unlike the extremely angry Confucian saints of the first generation, when Ye Yang saw this scene, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
When the first generation of Confucian saints saw the bright smile on Ye Yang's face, it made his heart growl more intensely.
Taoyao, Empress Cang, Taiwa and Linglong four daughters also felt very funny when they saw this scene.
"The first generation of Confucian saints, now you can't use the power of Wenqi Changhe, how can you fight against us?"
Ye Yang looked at the angry first Confucian sage and said with a smile.
"Ye Yang, isn't it too early for you to be proud now?"
"Could it be that you think I really can't let Wen Qi Changhe help me?"
Hearing Ye Yang say this, the first Confucian sage took a light breath.
It has to be said that the first-generation Confucian sage is worthy of being a generation of heavenly geniuses. In just such a split second, the first-generation Confucian sage who seemed to be jumping in anger just now has stabilized his emotions.
"The long river of literary spirit was created by me."
"During these endless years, after countless generations of Confucian sages instilling literary spirit, the long river of literary spirit has grown to the scale it is today."
"But no matter how grand and magnificent the River of Culture's Qi is, the most fundamental principles and principles of the River of Culture's Qi are all within my control."
"And this is something you will never be able to match.
The first Confucian sage stared at Ye Yangdao.
At this time, there was an inexplicable brilliance in the eyes of the first generation of Confucian saints.
It's like wanting to see Ye Yang clearly, but it's a pity that no matter how the early Confucian sages look at it, it's hard to see anything from Ye Pei.
"Well, it's so nice to say, I can't help but applaud you."
"But what's the use of talking about these things now?"
"No matter how thorough your understanding of Wenqi Changhe is, when I started to draw power from Wenqi Changhe, didn't Wenqi Changhe not help each other?
Hearing the words of the first generation of Confucian sages, Ye Yang directly sneered.
"It's just because you don't know how to promote yourself to mobilize all the energy of Wenqi Changhe.
"This is due to the order of the rules and has nothing to do with other things."
"In fact, your understanding of Wenqi Changhe is indeed far inferior to mine.
"Just like now..." (Nuo Lihao) When he said this, the first Confucian sage suddenly stopped.
Then at the next moment, the diffuse halo on the watch of the first Confucian Sacred Body seemed to become much more intense.
At the same time, the body of the first generation of Confucian saints also slowly floated.
It is clear that flying is prohibited in Wensheng Palace.
But the current Confucian saint of the first generation, he seemed to be dragged by an invisible mysterious force, and gradually floated in mid-air.
This scene quickly attracted the attention of countless onlookers in the central square.
"Look, there is a person floating above the Holy Treasure Hall."
"Ah, this person is not the ZTE master of our human race."
"It's just a little strange. Why do I feel that this person floating above Wensheng Palace looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before."
"When you put it that way, I have this feeling too, it's really familiar."