Ding Yi looked at Leng Yunfei beside him, and a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.

If Qin Feng was present at this time, he would definitely find that Ding Yi, who was brought out from the small world of Confucianism and Taoism, had his eyes exactly the same as Ding Yi, the Shenwu Academy he killed on the battlefield in the sky!

Ding Yi, who was originally a little dull and taciturn, seemed to have another decisive soul in his body, and his ruthless soul was stimulated and slowly woke up.

"Master Zhang, Prime Minister Leng, have tried his best to make Yan State..."

"At worst, we can fight for this life. We have to do it, and we have to do it if we don't!"

Baili Qingfeng saw Ding Yi's eyes at this moment and actually shivered slightly: "Old Ding, can you not talk to me like this? It's so scary!"

Ding Yi turned sideways and helped Leng Yunfei to rest ashore, no longer answering Baili Qingfeng's words!

Seeing that many Confucian scholars from Yan State came ashore one after another, the princes watching the battle above were sighing that the Yan State's books and learning were hard-won, but they were also curious about another thing!

Five of the seven countries have passed the Shushan Mountain, and the remaining two countries have not passed the Shushan Mountain trial...

So who will be the last prince to be eliminated?

At this time, the last two princes that appeared at Shushan Wharf, South Korea, the weakest China among the seven countries. This is not surprising. The key is interesting...

In the past, the Mianchi Conference competed with each other in various strengths, Yan Guo, who was the last and second to last, was the last good friend of Yan Guo. This time, he was ahead of the crowd and rushed directly to the second place in Shushan’s academic field.

So the one who follows Yan State becomes the State of Zhao!

This is very embarrassing.

When Da Zhao, who dared to challenge the strong Qin, was defeated by the fact that he had become a member of South Korea.

In the interesting eyes of the princes of various countries, Zhao Kuo and King Zhao were also feeling uncomfortable, and they didn't know how many times they cursed the eight generations of ancestors who participated in the Confucian and Taoist competition.

But Zhao Kuo was also cursing and making trouble in his heart.

It shouldn't be. Although the Confucian scholars in Zhao are not the strongest, there is a certain gap compared to Jixia Academy, they should still have a very advantageous advantage compared to Wei and Qin!

Especially in Qin, Confucianism and Taoism have always been suppressed. Can Zhao be inferior to Qin?

This shouldn't be!

Zhao Kuo felt a little nervous: "Can we say that the Confucian scholars in our Zhao State also plotted against others in the Shushan Illusion World?"

He couldn't help but touch his chin and asked Yang Su who was standing beside him: "Yang Su, do you think Jixia Academy will plot against our Confucian scholars in Zhao State?"

When Yang Su heard Zhao Kuo's words, he glanced at him with a strange look, and denied it: "How is that possible? Qi and Zhao are not only allied countries, but now they are even more in the same hatred against Yan State. No matter how they are, they can't attack us!"

"Your guess is a bit outrageous!"

At this time, Ximen Chuxue, a martial saint in the state of Wei, asked half-jokingly: "Zhao Sheng, which country do you think the last one will be at the bottom of this mountain of books and sea of ​​learning trials?"

If King Yan or Qin Feng asked Zhao Kuo this question, he could just speak out, or simply smile and not answer.

But who would have thought that it was Ximen Chuxue, a martial saint of Wei State. Both sides were still allies. It was obvious that Ximen Chuxue was just stumbling to Zhao Kuo...

But even though I knew it was a trap, I could only grit my teeth and jump in!

Zhao Kuo thought about it, coughed a few more times, and said in a pretentious manner: "Although the Korean Confucian scholars are well-behaved and have good strength, if nothing unexpected happens, we, the Confucian scholars of Zhao, should be better..."

What it means is that South Korea is eliminated at the bottom, is it still necessary to think about it?

This was already very tactful. Korean Martial Saint Ji Liang and Han King looked at each other and were ready to pinch their noses and accept it.

If the situation is worse than others, and the national strength is worse than others, what can I do?

A weak country has no diplomacy...

The King of Han whispered in anger: "If the Great Han is as powerful as Yan State, how dare you, a birdman, bully me so much!"

Yes, the rise of Yan State has been happening in the past or two years...

Now, let Zhao Kuo sarcasm and try again. King Yan and Qin Feng are definitely the strength to call Zhao Kuo and King Zhao unable to get out of the Taiwan Strait!

Just then, Ji Liang suddenly pointed at Shushan Wharf and screamed: "King, look!"

"Here, another group of Confucian scholars are coming!"

When Zhao Kuo heard this, he couldn't help but look at it with anticipation, but after he took a look, his face felt a scorching pain!

It seemed like someone was thrown into a slap, not just a slap, it was like a brick hitting the forehead!

Because the person who came to Shushan Wharf was not a Confucian scholar from Zhao State, but a Korean!

Moreover, when these Korean Confucian scholars arrived at Shushan Wharf, they saw only two literary boats left. Knowing that they were not at the bottom, they were so excited that they hugged each other, cheered each other, and cheered like the leader of Shushan’s learning!

Even said that Qi, which had the leader, was not as happy as them...

The Jixia Academy in Qi State was the leader of the mountain of books and the sea of ​​learning. That was a matter of winning as expected...

South Korea is not at the bottom but it is...making history!

History has since turned a new page. Is there anything?

Which country is the unlucky country they dare not rank at the bottom? Anyway, as long as it is not them!

But what Zhao Kuo felt so frustrated was that how could it be a Korean? Even South Korea is stronger than the Confucian and Taoist power of Zhao?

How is this possible!

At this moment, Ji Liang, who was already full of anger, suddenly retorted: "Zhao Sheng, it seems that you are really old, so it's okay to miscalculate on the battlefield. After all, Shi Yu is life, why did you even make mistakes in the simple choice of two?"

King Han also patted the handrail of the throne and laughed: "Ji Sheng, Zhao Sheng is obviously full of confidence in the Confucian scholars of Zhao State. It's a pity that in the end it seems that our Korean skills are better!"

After hearing this, Zhao Kuo was so angry that he was burning all over his body, his qi and blood were rumbling. The old wound that had been almost killed by Qin Feng in Jidu City suddenly broke out, and he opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood!

When Yang Su, who was next to him, saw this scene, quickly supported him, turned his face to the side, and scolded King Han: "King Han, don't go too far!"

But the King of Han's playboy came up all of a sudden. After all, he was also a prince of a country. He could not afford to offend the Martial Saint of Zhao, and could not afford to offend you, Yang Su?

Just as he was about to have an attack, Ji Liang next to him quickly gave him a wink and said, "Yang Su also has another identity, he is the deputy head of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Holy Martial Arts Academy..."

After hearing this, King Han swallowed the dirty words on his lips, swallowed them, and asked with his head shrinking, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

South Korean Martial Saint Ji Liang's expression at this time is so unfair...

"When did you give me a chance?"

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