Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 828

"Yellow loach, don't make noise, if you affect Vegett, I will strip you off your yellow skin." Son Goku's eyes were fierce, and he spoke coldly.

Being threatened and insulted in public, Huang Long almost broke the gentian with anger.

It's a pity that in this book, he didn't dare to contradict a lawless man like Son Goku.

If this monkey suddenly goes crazy and wants to kill him forcibly, who can stop it? Who can stop it?

When the skepticism reached its peak, when the Confucian scholars had no hope for Vegeta, Vegeta finally started writing.

The script is slow, but every word is like an iron painted silver hook, and its strength seems to penetrate the back of the paper, leaving marks on the table.

"I'm writing, I'm writing."

At this moment, countless scholars were angry with the enemy and almost cheered.

"Even if I start writing, what can I do? Hong Yi's scriptures are almost finished, and there is a lot of literary spirit on the scriptures. When he hangs up the pen, the waterfall will flow backwards, where will it be given to Bei Gilt opportunity?"

Among the crowd, a middle-aged old man with disdain, whispered.

At this moment, Hong Yi's scripture has been written to the last verse, and the vastness of the text enveloped him, his face is no longer true.

"Beget, one step is down, every step is late, I won the crown in this first literary fight."

It seems that Vegeta didn't hear him, but the speed of writing suddenly became a little faster, and the sharpness of the pen was like a knife, which made the body chill when watching.

In the darkness, a momentum radiated from his small body, linking the world and spreading everywhere.

Hong Yi's heart trembled inexplicably, and there was an indescribable panic.

With a twist of his wrist, he put an end to the last paragraph of the Scriptures, and shouted in a low voice: "Gathering of literary spirits, dare to turn the flying current against the blue sky!"

The voice fell, and the vast mist gathered around him quickly plunged into the waterfall flow, fixing the surging water in the air.

The entire waterfall instantly changed from a dynamic picture to a static picture.

"boom!"

An endless stream of smoky and straight writing flew out of Hong Yi's body, dragging the flying waves and flowing water, lifting all the waves, and rushing from the lower reaches to the upper reaches.

The water of the waterfall has flowed back!

"The waterfall flows backwards, Hong Yi won." Zhenjin Huang Long let out a long breath and looked provocatively at Son Goku.

No matter what you can do with your full support, Vegeta will only go to defeat if he doesn't live up to it.

Son Goku pursed his mouth, but did not speak.

"what……"

Just when most people thought that the victory or defeat was already divided, Yan Hui suddenly appeared surprised, and a puzzled voice made his mouth.

The sages closest to him followed his gaze and looked at Vegett on the other green lotus platform.

But I saw the white light on his body, and the spots of light flew constantly, flying into the water of the waterfall. The waterfall that was running against the current seemed to have been tapped in the acupuncture point, and it was set in half.

"Beget?" Hong Yi suddenly turned his eyes, his expression unbelievable.

"Boom!"

At some point, the literary spirit that dragged the waterfall was completely erased by the white light, and the silver-white flying waves as heavy as the mountains crashed down, pushing the huge rocks downstream by dozens of meters.

The mist spread out from above the waterfall, wet Hong Yi's clothes, and his face darkened.

"Hey, what do you have to say now?" A proud smile appeared on Son Goku's face, squinting at Huanglong.

Real Huang Long snorted and responded: "Don't be proud, the outcome has not yet been determined."

"I won't be defeated!" On the Qinglian stage, Hong Yi gradually clenched his fists, his eyes as firm as iron.

Reaching out and picking up the rice paper on the table, Hong Yi recited it loudly, with thunderous sound like a god chanting.

In an instant, the entire waterfall came alive, faintly transformed into a silver dragon, about to hit the sky. "

There are so many tricks!

Vegett raised his eyes and glanced, then put his gaze on the rice paper again, and wrote the scriptures with a pen.

Suddenly, the scriptures on the rice paper jumped up word by word, arranged in a sequence of twelve long word chains, one end was connected to the rice paper, and the other end locked the entire waterfall galaxy.

The waterfall twists and struggles on the cliff, but it can't escape the chain of words.

With the passage of time, the text of Hong Yi's scriptures became weaker and weaker. Eventually, the text was obscured by the water mist, the text disappeared, and the waterfall lost its source of power and rushed down again.

"Is Hong Yi defeated?"

Among the hundreds of families, some people doubted.

"Don't count, after all, Vegeta couldn't make the waterfall flow back."

A sage said: "Don't worry, the Great Sage hasn't finished writing yet."

Haven't finished writing yet?

The representatives of the various schools of thought were shocked, and they wondered what scriptures Beiji wrote, and why is it so magnificent?

"boom!"

After a long time, Beiji wrote the last word in the scriptures, raised his wrist, and a peculiar momentum emerged from the rice paper. The weight was thin and the atmosphere was as bright as the emperor's visit to Kyushu, and he ordered the river to flow back.

In front of this momentum, the waterfall transformed from Wenqi was like a courtier, going up the current respectfully. The entire waterfall instantly turned into a wet cliff, and Hong Yi didn't even have time to stop it.

"How could this happen?"

Hong Yi couldn't understand this situation at all, and he even suspected that Vegett was cheating.

"There is a classic handed down."

Mencius said with complex eyes: "Even if Wen Zong dare not give pen instructions, only Wen Sheng can write annotations for such treasures. Beijit's way of learning, the way of learning from things, and the way of learning from the heart, will last forever."

"Bringing to yourself!" The middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing in the famous family said softly.

The Mohist spokesperson sighed slightly and said: "The handed down classics can't tell a lie, and Mencius will not lie on this, because it has ruined his reputation."

"Great Sage Arms, what are you writing? Can you let me wait for a while?" Yan Hui said loudly.

Vegett retracted his talent from the scriptures, and with a bang, the waterfall fell down again, surging violently.

"This... can be regarded as the Heart Sutra. The Dao Sutra with Xinxue as its core."

Vegett flicked the 21,000 words on the rice paper, turned his wrist, sucked up the scripture, and threw it to Yan Hui.

Yan Huiru received the most precious treasure, took the scriptures in his hands, studied carefully, and his eyes widened.

The image of Vegett in his heart was raised again, and he was already close to the Master.

His expression at the moment told everyone how magnificent and powerful the content of this handed down classic is.

All Confucian scholars are a little itchy, but because the Master is in front, it is not easy to ask for impolitely.

Among the crowd, Duanmuci's look was the most complicated one.

Two days ago, he also led people to provoke and question Vegett's knowledge.

As a result, within a few days, Vegett wrote a handed-down classic.

This is not a slap in the face, but it is better than a slap in the face.

He can almost imagine that this matter will be remembered by Qing History.

And he is the short-sighted villain in the story.

Suffering!

Crying without tears. *

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