"Miss Ouyang, this is a bad word." At this moment, Leng Che also spoke from the side, with a malicious smile on his face, "We didn't see them stepping onto the ninth floor."

"I don't have it either..." Chen Xuan laughed and said directly.

"You!" Ouyang Ling's face stagnated, and he never expected that they would be so shameless.

"Since you failed the assessment, then get out!" Zikong waved his hand, as if he was chasing a fly, with a disdain on his face.

"Zikong, don't bully people too much! Ziyu and I watched them step onto the ninth floor with our own eyes. Could it be wrong?!" Zi Qian had a gloomy face, his voice was like a bell, with anger.

Zikong smiled, "Seeing is real, hearing is empty, I only believe what I see, no one can step onto the sixth level under the lower god, let alone passing the ninth level!"

Then, he changed his tone and sneered: "If they want to take the Confucian exam, then I will give them a chance!"

"What do you want to do?" Zi Qian's voice was deep.

"As long as they can walk up with my momentum, I will give them the qualification to participate in the Confucian examination!" Zikong said, looking at Su Yu condescendingly.

"Ha, it's a joke. Is this the style of your great scholars? You speak like farts, and the rules change at will!" Chu Xiaoyao said disdainfully, with sarcasm.

"I have seen the style of your Confucians today. It would be better if you Confucians and Taoists don't participate!" Su Yu narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but say.

"If you don't dare, it means you are guilty and you should be guilty of getting involved in the Confucian test!" Zikong continued to be aggressive.

boom!

His momentum was outward, and the white Confucian and Taoist meaning was like the surging wind and clouds, stirring up wildly.

"Hahaha, what a shameful thing!" Chu Xiaoyao's face was filled with a strong look of contempt, "Chu Chen is your apprentice, he is jealous of us passing the ninth level and embarrassing him. You, an old guy, jumped out and suppressed people with power. Is that shameless?"

"Children with yellow mouth!" Zikong glared, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the momentum around him instantly pressed towards Chu Xiaoyao!

boom!

Between the heaven and earth, the endless white air flow was like waves, surging towards Chu Xiaoyao.

This white airflow is equivalent to the general trend of heaven and earth, and it will crush him!

boom!

Chu Xiaoyao's face suddenly flickered, his eyes suddenly became sharp at this moment, and a misty sword intent suddenly rose up!

This sword intent is arrogant and unruly, circling the world, without being bound by anything, and directly pierces these white air!

"Okay, so awesome. He is just a five-star martial saint. He can actually block the momentum of Zikong Confucian scholar!"

"Maybe they can really step onto the ninth floor..."

Many people looked at Chu Xiaoyao with a look of surprise, and Wanying's eyes flashed. It seemed that some amazing people had come to Yuncheng.

"Old guy, are you just that imposing?" Chu Xiaoyao's mouth curled up slightly, staring at Zikong without any fear.

They didn't want to climb up with Zikong's momentum, not that they didn't dare, but that they didn't want to!

They have their own arrogance. Since they have passed, why should they be questioned? Moreover, walking with Zikong's aura is equivalent to a naked insult!

"Boy is looking for death!" Zikong's face continued to sink, and the momentum in his whole body increased again. Su Yu could see clearly that some words appeared in front of him.

"Enough!" Ziyu's face suddenly became gloomy. He shouted loudly and went directly to Su Yu and others. His eyes drooped at Zikong, "Zikong, you can stop!"

He was extremely optimistic about Su Yu and others, hoping that they could make a difference in Confucianism, and was even more in awe of the master behind them, so he naturally had to come forward.

"I have the right to let them be punished by insulting Confucian scholars!" Zikong's eyes were filled with a sense of hostility, and he slowly stretched out his fingers, and a white breath flowed through his fingertips, "Tiyu, do you want to stop me?!"

"Your Confucianism and Taoism have changed." Ziyu sighed leisurely, and stretched out his fingers, and the white air was filled with mist.

"Haha, your Confucianism and Taoism are far inferior to me, how can you stop me?" Zikong sneered repeatedly, and his hands began to gesture in the void.

As his fingertips danced, the white air began to wander into words, and at the same time, the pressure of heaven and earth suddenly came!

At this moment, it seemed that he was writing not words, but imperial edict! It was the will of heaven and earth!

A feeling of indescribable debut began to appear on his fingertips, and as he wrote, the pressure became heavier and heavier.

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky. The window contains the snow of the West Ridge for thousands of years, and the door moors the ships of Dongwu thousands of miles away.

boom!

After writing a poem, the handwriting was condensed but not dispersed in the void. The white Confucian and Taoist aura was increasing, like fog, covering Zikong.

twitter!

Immediately afterwards, the white mist and the poem actually condensed into orioles and egrets, and there were rivers and snow-capped mountains around it. The meaning of the poem was fully displayed at this moment.

However, in addition to its beauty, this kind of scenery also brings a destructive aura toward Ziyu!

And Tzuyu also had a serious expression, his fingers trembled—

Goose, goose, singing towards the sky. White hair floats in green water, red palms tweak the clear waves.

The picture of the green water and the white goose suddenly appeared, and she sang with her neck tilted.

Two completely different pictures begin to put pressure on each other!

Both of them looked solemn, and the white air on their bodies kept surging.

"So powerful, Confucians motivate the power of heaven and earth, using words as their power and poetry as their swords, which is really powerful." Everyone's amazement came from around, and they were all staring at the battlefield.

It was the first time Su Yu saw a Confucian war, but his face was full of weirdness.

It was really funny to watch the two old men fighting with the ancient poems of elementary school students, and they looked cautious.

However, Ziyu used ancient poems from the first grade of elementary school, while Zikong used ancient poems from the second grade of elementary school, which was still a little different.

boom!

How those white geese could block the orioles and egrets finally collapsed after half a cup of tea, and Ziyu was shocked, his face was a little pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"Tiyu, do you still have to hold on?" Zikong said with a stronger sneer on his face, and he narrowed his eyes.

Egrets and orioles are surrounded by him, as if they are in the scene of ancient poetry.

"Zikong, they are very important to Confucianism. Don't force me!" Ziyu's voice was a little hoarse.

"Hahaha, important? Are you telling jokes again?" Zikong's face suddenly became cold, but the scenery was pressing against Ziyu again.

Tzuyu's face finally darkened, and then his fingers continued to gesture in the void. His face was a little heavier than before, with a gleam in his eyes.

As his fingers moved, a sad feeling suddenly enveloped everyone present.

"What is love in the world..."

It's almost the end of the month. I'm so weak to ask for a monthly ticket. Thank you for your support from all brothers and sisters~~~
Chapter completed!