Chapter 192 The First Person Under Demigod

As the crowd dispersed, the news of what happened in Dingbei Marquis Mansion spread quickly.

The Confucian scholars competed in poetry, and Ji Beigui's poem "Pozhenzi" caused a shocking phenomenon.

The poem "Pozhenzi" also spread quickly throughout the streets and alleys of Liangzhou City, and spread to other places through various means and channels.

"Hahaha, good, a good one to look at the sword under the lamp in a drunken state, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp..."

When many people first heard this poem, they were shocked by the artistic conception of the poem, and then began to teach their children.

"Look at you, and then look at others. You are asked to study, but you insist on feeding pigs."

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In the small courtyard, Ji Chen and Xia Ziran sat under a tree.

"Brother Beigui, you said you would treat me to barbecue, where is the barbecue?"

Xia Ziran said jokingly.

"Don't worry!"

Ji Chen waved his hand, and a crystal clear fish more than one meter long appeared on the table.

The fish jumped up and down, and the terrifying aura spread.

Ji Chen slapped the fish on the head and knocked it unconscious directly.

Xia Ziran opened his eyes wide, "What is this?"

"I caught it in a cold pond. It's a rare treasure. It's especially delicious as sashimi."

"Sashimi?"

"It's a raw monster slice!"

Ji Chen cut off a slice with a knife and put it in his mouth. The essence burst out and the fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth.

"Is this what you call barbecue?"

Xia Ziran felt cheated. Not only did he cheat himself into eating raw meat, but it was monster meat.

But the essence of this fish is very rich, and it is crystal clear. It is a rare treasure at first glance.

Xia Ziran also followed Ji Chen and cut off a piece of crystal clear meat and put it in his mouth.

At that moment, the essence burst out in his mouth and flowed into his stomach.

Xia Ziran's eyes lit up, and his body greedily absorbed the essence.

"Brother Beigui, this..."

He was shocked. Such pure essence made him unbelievable.

Ji Chen smiled and said, "This thing is very beneficial to the body. Eat more and refine it with the practice method. The effect will be better."

"Thank you, Brother Beigui." Xia Ziran was not polite and ate one piece after another.

Ji Chen ate some and stopped eating. He just wanted to satisfy his appetite.

He walked to the side, took out the black gold crystal, and prepared to refine the sword. As he pinched the Sun Seal, the Sun's True Fire emerged and began to refine the black gold crystal.

A night passed quickly, and Ji Chen successfully refined the black gold crystal. He reshaped the Pojun horizontal sword. The blade was black all over and one meter and three meters long. The lightning wood on the handle was burned by the Sun's True Fire. The blade and the handle were integrated. The handle was thirty centimeters long and the blade was one meter long.

Wrap the handle twice with a cloth strip, so it is more comfortable to hold.

After everything was done, the sky began to shine.

Ji Chen glanced at Xia Ziran, who was still practicing under the tree. It must be said that this guy can really eat. He ate the whole fish and was refining it now.

When the first ray of sunlight rose, Xia Ziran also opened his eyes, and a gleam of light shone from his eyes.

Seeing Ji Chen looking at him from the side, Xia Ziran was a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Brother Beigui."

"We are brothers, there's no need to do this. I have something to give you."

Ji Chen waved his hand and used his energy to set up a simple cover, covering a few meters in radius.

It was just a very simple cover, without any defense, it could only prevent the breath from leaking out.

Seeing Ji Chen so cautious, Xia Ziran also took it seriously.

Ji Chen waved his hand and took out a spiritual object from the ring and captured it in his hand. The spiritual object struggled hard, but Ji Chen's hand was like a golden hoop and it could not break free.

The rich essence overflowed and filled the entire cover.

If there was no cover to protect it, the essence would float away and would attract many people to covet it.

Xia Ziran widened his eyes and couldn't believe it.

"'This is a spiritual object?"

Such a large spiritual object must be at least a thousand years old.

Ji Chen said, "I'll give it to you!"

"No, no, no, Brother Beigui, it's too expensive. I really can't afford it. If you refine this spiritual object, your aptitude will be further improved, and you will have more opportunities to become a sage in the future."

"I got more than one spiritual object. I have refined several of them. This one is for you."

Ji Chen was embarrassed to say that he had refined several horses. If he said it, Xia Ziran would probably vomit blood.

Seeing Ji Chen's insistence, Xia Ziran did not delay any longer. He knew that Ji Chen was straightforward, so he put away the spiritual object.

"Thank you, Brother Beigui."

Ji Chen said, "Brothers, there is no need to do this."

"What are your plans next, Brother Beigui?"

"No other plans for the time being. Brother Zhao Pan hasn't come back for some time. I suspect he may have had an accident. If there is no news in a few days, I plan to look for him."

Intuition told Ji Chen that Zhao Pan might have encountered a difficult task.

Xia Ziran said, "In another month, I will finish my studies at this stage, and I may go to the battlefield of the Northern Wasteland for training."

Ji Chen thought about it and said, "Maybe I will go to the battlefield of the Northern Wasteland too!"

The battlefield is definitely a good place to harvest killing points.

The two chatted for a while, and Xia Ziran said goodbye.

He got a spiritual object and needed to go back to ask the teacher how to use it.

If he refined it directly, it would be a waste. He was not as careless as Ji Chen, who refined several things without thinking, and even refined three black dragons for his mount.

A day later, the story of Ji Chen in Dingbei Marquis Mansion was completely spread.

Writing poems caused shocking phenomena, and he was praised as the poet saint. He also challenged all the Confucian scholars in the courtyard alone, and called himself the first person under the demigod.

Everyone in the streets and alleys was talking about Ji Chen calling himself the number one person under demigod.

The news was like a gust of wind, sweeping quickly towards Liangzhou Mansion, even the surrounding government offices, and even further away.

Young literary saint, poet saint, number one person under demigod.

All kinds of titles were given to Ji Chen.

For a time, Ji Chen was in the limelight, and his momentum even overshadowed the war that was about to break out in the Northern Wilderness.

When Ji Chen learned of the news, his first reaction was that someone was provoking trouble and deliberately stirring up this storm.

He didn't have many enemies, and he could count them on one hand. Basically, all his enemies had been eradicated by him. At present, only Xu Chengwei, who had offended him in Dingbei Marquis Mansion the day before, and the group of Confucian scholars in Luocheng Academy, who could barely be considered enemies.

Ji Chen had a hunch that they were the ones behind this, and it was estimated that something bad would happen soon.

Sure enough, the wind direction changed on the third day.

Some people thought that Ji Chen was arrogant to call himself the number one person under demigod, and threatened to challenge him.

As soon as this challenging statement came out, it resonated with many people in Liangzhou City.

It was fine to be praised as the Sage of Poetry, after all, Ji Chen had caused strange phenomena several times, especially that time he made a statement, which caused a shocking phenomenon and even alarmed the strong men from all directions.

But calling himself the number one person under the demigod was a bit too much. Since ancient times, there has been no one who is invincible in literature and no one who is second in martial arts. There are so many people in the world, and geniuses are as numerous as the fish in the river. No one dares to claim to be the number one in a certain realm.