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Seeing that he was squeezed in the middle and couldn't move, Ouyang Hong hurriedly said to Li Jie beside him, "Send me up!"

"it is good!"

Li Jie moved in response, grabbed Ouyang Hong's shoulder with one hand, and pushed the people around him with the other.

The two shouted angrily, and Ouyang Hong went above the crowd and hung on the fence on the second floor.

"Everyone, don't panic, quickly form a cultural energy body! These are just seventh-rank wandering souls, and they can't hurt us!"

There are many talented people present, at least those who are above the sixth rank. Although there are few five ranks, they are definitely enough to deal with the seventh rank wandering spirits.

After hearing Ouyang Hong's order, these talented scholars realized what they were going to do, and instead of huddling together, they gathered their literary energy and scattered it around their bodies.

The disciples in the inner courtyard of the academy had already squeezed into the outermost circle, shouting angrily, protecting their body with literary energy, and at the same time, they can also use literary energy and poetry to attack those wandering souls.

After all, there has been no war in Dagan for many years, and even if there is, it is just a little ghost.

How could these children of aristocratic families who lived a luxurious life all year round and were respected and pampered have the opportunity to fight in real combat, and they have nothing to do with their culture and don't know how to use it.

In contrast, the disciples of the inner courtyard of the academy who hold the Tianjiao Ranking Examination every six months, although everyone is afraid in their hearts, are much calmer, at least they know how to use the literary spirit.

Seeing this, Ouyang Hong had to sigh with emotion.

Fortunately, there was Mu Yingjin in the academy who resisted all opinions and added a martial arts in the Tianjiao list test, otherwise the academy disciples would be the targets of massacre at this time.

There are disciples from the academy supporting them at the outermost periphery, and the rest of the geniuses know what to do no matter how stupid they are. The timid people gather together to protect their bodies, and the bold and intelligent people know that wandering spirits cannot come in, so they spread out their energy and recite poems Cultural attack.

Seeing the situation stabilized, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Ouyang Hong set his sights on the second floor, his eyes full of worry.

In the study room on the second floor, Chu He Wenqi Bodyguard, looking at the huge ghost cultivator in front of him, gritted his teeth.

The one in front of him is not a seventh-rank wandering soul, but a third-rank ghost general!

Chen Jiang looked at Chu He tossing and turning and being constantly persecuted, he laughed and said, "Chu He, how does it feel to be valued by Prime Minister Zuo?"

Although Confucian scholars' awe-inspiring righteousness has increased damage to ghost cultivators, Chu He is only a fifth-rank talent after all. Facing third-rank ghost generals, his awe-inspiring righteousness has been weakened to the point of being invisible.

He also finally understood what Chen Jiang wanted to do.

Kill all the wits at the Longmen wits meeting.

A total of more than 120 people came to participate in the Longmen Talented Scholars Association.

Most of these people are the younger generation of the major families, newly promoted talents, and they are very likely to break through the fifth-rank teacher in the future and become the famous existence of the fourth-rank.

As long as these younger generations are killed, half of the aristocratic families in the capital will have no successors.

The most important thing is the academy disciples.

A total of more than 20 disciples from the inner courtyard of the academy came, ranging from Ouyang Hong, who was ranked second on the Tianjiao list, to new disciples who had just entered the inner courtyard.

These twenty people are the mainstay of the academy in the future.

Once these 20 people have problems, it is foreseeable that in another 30 years, there will be no more people available in the academy.

What Chen Jiang wants to kill is the future of half of the capital and even the entire Daqian!

"Are you crazy? Are you not afraid of being punished by the nine clans?"

Chu He cursed angrily.

Chen Jiang sneered, and said lightly: "Why am I being punished by the Nine Clans? I deliberately didn't invite the aristocratic families who are close to Wenxiang's lineage."

"All of you are dead, and I can cut off my own arm. I said to the outside world that ghost cultivators have been eyeing this Longmen Talented Scholars Association for a long time, and there are internal supporters among them. I will do my best to pass this news on."

"At that time, the whole capital will only condemn Wen Xiang's lineage. What does it have to do with me, Chen Jiang?"

"Hahaha, Chu He, you should feel honored, this talent show is specially held for you!"

The third rank ghost general let out a roar, raised a fist at least as big as two heads, and suddenly smashed it down.

Chu He shouted angrily: "Swipe three thousand miles with one sword!"

In just a split second, Chu He wrapped up his sword intent and came behind the ghost general in an instant.

It's just that the ghost general seemed to have a huge body, but in fact he was extremely dexterous. His fists were bye, but instead he took advantage of the momentum to turn his body around, roaring, and the ghost energy surrounded Chu He.

"See all the flowers in Chang'an in one day!"

With a sound of classical Chinese, Chu He's figure suddenly sped up, and the Chinese Qi in his hand turned into a sword, cutting off the ghost energy, and after twisting and turning twice, he managed to escape.

Chu He turned around and stabbed Chen Jiang with a sword.

"You want to kill me? Then you are wrong."

Chen Jiang laughed loudly, shouted angrily, and scattered his fourth-grade martial energy.

Although Chu He was only a mere fourth rank, Chu He could easily beat him, but in this situation, it was almost impossible to bypass the ghost general and kill Chen Jiang first.

Chu He cursed in his heart, trying his best to avoid the ghost general and avoid being pinched by the two at the same time.

The matter was already very clear, the two who chased and killed Chu He before were fourth-rank demon cultivators, Yu Feng was a third-rank demon cultivator, and the third-rank ghost general in front of him.

Low-level ghost cultivators attack living creatures indiscriminately, while high-rank ghost cultivators already have sanity and know how to distinguish.

Chen Jiang must have reached an agreement with someone from the ghost world in order to use the power of ghost cultivators to carry out this plan.

Now, the abnormality of the Longmen Talented Scholars Association must have been discovered by many powerful people in the capital.

The only chance to survive is to wait until the strong men from the capital and the great Confucians from the Academy arrive.

It is too difficult to get entangled with ghosts in such a narrow room as the study, so I have to find a way to get out.

Chu He yelled, "Flying swords break the floating clouds!"

Wen Qi turned into a sword, with a sharp sword intent, flew into the air, without paying any attention to the ghost general in front of him, and went straight to Chen Jiang.

Feeling the strong literary energy in the sword, Chen Jiang was taken aback, thinking that Chu He wanted to exchange his life for his life, he hurriedly dodged aside.

A sword pierced through the wall on the second floor, and Chu He was also punched by the ghost general.

The awe-inspiring righteousness all over his body was suddenly shaken, and he felt the ghost energy attacking, and suddenly boiled, wrapping the ghost energy all over.

However, this punch was unavoidable after all, and it hit Chu He's abdomen forcefully.

Chu He felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram, his chest was in severe pain, and it became numb in an instant, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, the time Chu He wanted to buy was enough, he braced his body and suddenly moved forward, rushing out of the hole in the wall that the long sword pierced through.

The talented scholars on the first floor had just dealt with the wandering spirits around them, when they heard a loud thunder on the second floor, and then saw Chu He vomit blood and flew out.

Ouyang Hong reacted very quickly. He was hanging on the fence on the second floor. When he saw Chu He, his energy flow suddenly flew up, protecting Chu He to the first floor.

It's just that before Ouyang Hong could ask what happened, he suddenly felt a strong ghostly aura. With a beast-like roar, the wall was broken and the ghost rushed out.

Facing the ghostly aura on the third-rank ghost generals, most of these sixth-rank talents were shocked and frightened, and some even sat on the ground with limp legs.