The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

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"You are seeking death!" The high priest suddenly became furious, broke free from the shackles of the tree vines, and punched Shao Siming behind him with a strong wind.

It's just that Shao Siming never fought close to anyone. After drawing his sword, his body had already fallen to the antler fence in the distance, looking at the high priest with an indifferent expression.

"Moo~" A cow mooed.

Shao Siming threw the bamboo slip in her hand towards Yan Yan because she could no longer control the bamboo slip and something seemed to be coming out of it.

I saw a single horn in the bamboo slips that seemed to be trying to escape through the bamboo slips.

"The blood-burning secret technique?" Yan Yan looked at the high priest who suddenly exploded in surprise.

It’s understandable that if you don’t explode, you won’t have a chance.

The jade-like bamboo slips could not withstand the crazy collision of the narwhal, and eventually cracked into pieces, and the huge narwhal rose into the sky again.

But compared with the vigorous and unrestrained figure before, the narwhal that rushed out of the bamboo slips seemed to have been skinned. Its gray body was dyed red with red blood, and ferocious cracks also appeared on its body.

Soon, Yan Yan and Shao Siming caught up with the high priest who was shot down.

"Then you must be prepared to bear the power of the grassland!" The high priest knew that he could not leave today, so he gave up everything and held the sky with one hand.

On the grassland, in a deserted valley, an old man raised his head and looked in the direction of Donghu, shaking his head helplessly.

"Be careful!" Yan Yan looked at the high priest solemnly, reminding Young Siming.

"I want to leave!" Yan Yan looked coldly at the whales escaping into the distance, and stretched out his hand to avoid a strong bow.

"The two clans are fighting to the death!" Yan Yan didn't have many words to say.

The string and arrow were drawn in one go, and the broken bamboo slips turned into streaks of starlight that converged on the bow and arrow, emitting a bright light.

On the grassland, the high priest's chest was pierced. He could see the scenery behind him from the front, but he insisted on escaping into the distance.

"Everyone, please lend me your strength!" the high priest shouted to the sky.

Shao Siming followed closely behind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Buzz~" The string moved, and the arrow was like a comet passing by, dragging a long stream of water and appearing behind the high priest in an instant, directly piercing through and shooting down the whale leader.

"Here comes the sword!" Yan Yan did not stop, and when he loosened the string, he also abandoned the strong bow. A pair of silver wings appeared behind him, and he chased in the direction of Whale Luo.

It's just that he was seriously injured after all, and his speed couldn't match Yan Yan and Shao Siming, who was waiting for him.

"Bing Jun really wants to make things happen?" Seeing Yan Yan and Shao Siming blocking him in front of him, the high priest stopped running away and asked coldly, covering his holed chest.

At the moment when the narwhal escaped from trouble, the high priest also rose into the sky, and fled deep into the grassland on the narwhal.

"Why bother? Isn't it better to just stay here?" The old man said, reaching up to the sky and lending his strength.

This is a life-threatening situation!

But before the old man could raise his arms above his head, he suddenly stopped, because an old man in blue robes riding a green bull suddenly appeared not far away, looking at him with a smile.

"I won't borrow it!" The old man retracted his hand decisively!

In the Royal Court of the Huns, on Langjuxu Mountain, the old man Bailu who was recuperating also sensed something. He shook his head helplessly, but still walked to the altar, preparing to borrow magic remotely. But before Old Man Bailu could take action, an old man with a high crown and green Confucian robe was looking at him with a smile.

"It's you!" Old Man Bailu was so shocked that he could only retract his hand.

"I won't borrow it!" Old Man Bailu knew that he was going to die too.

"???" The high priest was stunned as he listened to the words from God. All the tribes in the grassland were united, and his coming this time was the acquiescence of all parties, and they were ready to support at any time as promised.

As a result, at the critical moment, these guys suddenly changed their minds and even refused to borrow the long-distance relay!
Looking at the sudden stop of the energy of heaven and earth, Yan Yan was also stunned.

He thought that the high priest was going to use some big move, but it turned out to be so bluffing, but it ended up being an anticlimax.

"It's not that we don't want to borrow, we can't protect ourselves either!" Old Man Huangu and Old Man Bailu felt numb looking at the enemies in front of them.

They knew very well that when Yan Yan attacked Donghu, the great masters from the Central Plains would definitely enter the grasslands to look for them, so they hid as far away as possible and did not dare to reveal any of their aura.

As a result... the high priest suddenly made such a move, allowing the great master of the Central Plains to directly lock their position.

Although what is coming now is only the great master’s imprinted shadow in heaven and earth, but the shadow has already appeared, is the main body still far away?
Therefore, they would never dare to lend their power to the high priest again.

"Borrow it, why don't you borrow it?" On the Langjuxu Mountain altar, the Confucian man in green shirt looked at the old man Bailu with a smile, "Confucianism is divided into two schools: civil and military. I belong to the literary school. My surname is Xun, my given name is Kuang, and my courtesy name is Qing!"

The corners of Old Man Bailu's mouth twitched. Do you think I'm a fool? The person who can be projected onto the altar is someone who doesn't know martial arts?

And do you really act like I don’t know you?
"How can I not receive you wholeheartedly when Master comes?" Old Man Bailu calmed down his temper and said complimentarily.

Even if he wasn't injured, he might not be able to beat the guy in front of him.

Among the known great masters in the Central Plains, if this guy is ranked second, no one dares to be ranked first. Even the squatters in Taiyi Mountain, no one dares to say that they can definitely defeat this guy.

"I'll let you borrow it!" Xunzi suddenly shouted.

"Ah?" Old Man Bailu tried to raise his hands above his head like a child who made a mistake, but still asked hesitantly, "Then I really borrowed it?"

"I asked you to borrow it, how dare you borrow it!" Xunzi snorted coldly.

Old Man Bailu raised his hands above his head, but he didn't dare to put his power into it. His smile was uglier than crying and he continued to ask, "Would it be better for me to borrow it, or not to borrow it?"

"What do you think?" Xunzi sneered.

Old Man Bailu was about to cry but had no tears. He guessed how old we were, and he retracted his hand angrily.

As for the other side, Old Man Huanggu watched the old man Qingniu carrying the wooden sword appear in front of him in a blink of an eye, and sighed, Damn high priest, why did you expose your position for nothing? Is everything over now?

"Fellow Taoist..." Old Man Huangu was about to speak, but he was met by sword lights all over the sky. The main theme was that a person was ruthless and didn't talk much.

"Old Taoism doesn't talk as much nonsense as Confucianism. Confucianism emphasizes affordability, while Mohism emphasizes letting go. I, a Taoist, don't quite understand these things, so we choose to take it!"

Qingniu carried Lao Dao away leisurely, leaving only talismans all over the ground in the deserted valley (the main one was that the ashes were blown away, and there was no chance of reincarnation).

On the main battlefield, Yan Yan looked at the high priest playfully. It seemed that he couldn't hide any big moves.

(End of this chapter)