Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Beiyuan's tone also had a hint of threat. He looked at everyone present and seemed not worried that anyone would object.

"Xiang Teng, who is that person? He looks very strong." Mo Lin asked curiously via voice transmission.

"Senior Brother Beiyuan from Kong Sheng Academy."

Zeng Xiangteng replied softly, with a hint of respect in his tone.

"Is he the Beiyuan who broke through the Hanlin realm at the age of 27?"

Mo Lin's eyes widened a bit. He was only three years younger than Beiyuan. Not long after he had just broken through to Jinshi level, Beiyuan broke through to Hanlin. How did he do it?

"I, a Taoist disciple, would like to follow what Senior Brother Beiyuan said about the dispute between gentlemen."

On the Taoist side, a handsome young man wearing a blue Taoist robe stepped forward and gave Beiyuan a Taoist salute.

"Okay, now that the Taoist disciples have expressed their stance, do other disciples have any objections?"

Beiyuan looked at the Confucian disciples and the disciples of other schools. Seeing that no one spoke, he continued: "In this case, you will each look for your opponent. I will maintain the order of the mean battle. If anyone wants to challenge Me, as soon as possible."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell into silence. No one was willing to be the first person to stand up.

"Brother Ci Song, how about I go up?"

At this moment, Mo Yao has returned to Ci Song and is intertwined with him.

Hearing this, Ci Song was very puzzled, "Why?"

"Since I entered Fenglin Continent, Senior Brother Beiyuan has been protecting me. Now that Senior Brother Beiyuan wants to start a gentleman's dispute, I will definitely support him." Mo Yao explained the reason.

"In that case, let me go. It just so happens that I also want to carefully check the results of the trial during this period."

After saying that, Ci Song moved his body and looked eager to try, "After all, you and I are one husband and wife, and anyone can have sex."

Hearing the word "husband and wife", Mo Yao's face turned slightly rosy, she nodded slightly and said "hmm".

Ci Song let go of Mo Yao's hand and walked slowly to the center of the field. His eyes swept across everyone present, and finally settled on Bei Yuan.

"Senior Brother Beiyuan, since no one is willing to take the initiative, let Ci Song take the lead."

Beiyuan smiled, nodded and said, "Okay."

After listening, Ci Song unleashed his talent and cultivation. The light golden talent mixed with traces of blue light surrounded Ci Song. Ci Song slightly raised a hand, condensed a dark golden thunder sword, and faced the crowd at the scene. He introduced: "I'm writing about Song Dynasty. I have nine needles to cultivate my skills. I don't know which senior brother is willing to come forward and fight with me. I'd like to teach you all the tricks."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Confucian students present showed expressions of shock. It was obvious that at the Wuyuan Tea Party, Ci Song's talent cultivation level was only five needles talent level. How could his cultivation level improve so quickly? The fake Ci Song's eight-needle talent and cultivation had surprised them, but they didn't expect Ci Song's own talent to reach the peak of a scholar. This is really unbelievable.

"No wonder Bai Ye told me that this Junior Ci's talent far exceeds his. How many thirteen-year-old Nine-needle Scholars are there in the entire Tianyuan Continent?"

Duanmu Qingcang's heart was filled with emotion. Ci Song's talent far exceeded that of Ci Kuangsheng, and also exceeded his own knowledge. Most people present did not know how old Ci Song was. If they knew that Ci Song was just thirteen this year, Years old, I probably thought I was dreaming.

Mo Lin turned to look at a disciple of the Mo family and winked.

The Mohist disciple nodded, and then stepped forward. He saluted Beiyuan, and then turned to look at Ci Song, "My disciple Mo Shisan, I am here today to receive advice from my junior disciple Ci Song."

"Mo Shisan? What a strange name."

Mo Yao was very curious after hearing this name, but Ci Song understood the meaning of the name Mo Shisan, which meant that the ordinary-looking young man in front of him ranked thirteenth in strength among the younger generation of Mo disciples.

Shi Yue once talked with Ci Song. The limits of the younger generation of the Mohist family are over fifteen and under thirty. Among the younger generation of Mohist disciples, those who can reach the level of Jinshi under the age of 30 will be given the title by the family. , such as Mo Yi, Mo Er, etc., and the title Mo Thirteen represents that he ranks thirteenth among the younger generation of the Mo family and belongs to the middle level.

Of course, the title of the strongest person is not Mo Yi, but Mo Ling.

"Please give me more advice."

Ci Song clasped his fists slightly, he could feel the aura emanating from Mo Shisan's body, and his cultivation level had reached Jinshi level.

Mo Shisan slowly raised his hand, and gray-black ink energy surged out from his palm, condensing into a long ink-colored sword about ten feet long, with dots of white light on it, and a sharp edge.

"boom!"

The next moment, Mo Shisan took the lead in launching the attack, his figure turned into a shadow, and the Mo sword in his hand struck Ci Song.

Facing Mo Shisan's attack, Ci Song looked normal. He stepped on his feet and shook his body, avoiding Mo Shisan's attack.

"Zheng!"

While dodging, Ci Song condensed the thunder sword in his hand and struck Mo Shisan's Mo sword, making a sound like metal collision.

Feeling the thunder sword slashing at him, Mo Shisan was shocked. He only felt that the Mo sword he struck was enveloped by a layer of golden light, and then a strong force was transmitted from the sword to his arm, making him Arms hurt.

While being surprised, Mo Shisan circulated the ink energy in his body to enhance the power of the ink sword in his hand.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"

Three consecutive metal collisions sounded, and Mo Shisan took six steps back.

But Ci Song still looked relaxed and comfortable, standing there and looking at Mo Shisan quietly.

"Senior Brother Mo Shisan, do you want to continue?" Ci Song asked Mo Shisan with a smile.

"Of course continue."

Mo Shisan shook his right shoulder violently to relieve the pain in his arm. He had no idea that Ci Song, who looked like a gentle man, could not carry his shoulders, could not carry his back, and looked like a frail scholar, could be so strong. Although his cultivation level is nine-needle talent, his combat power is probably much stronger than that of ordinary Jinshi.

"In that case, senior brother Mo Thirteen should be careful."

After saying that, Ci Song took the lead in launching the attack. With a flash of his figure, he raised his thunder sword and appeared on the right side of Mo Shisan in a strange way, slashing at his neck.

Feeling the sharp sword energy at his neck, Mo Shisan was shocked and he quickly raised his sword to block.

"Zheng!"

The swords collided with each other, making a loud noise, and the lightning instantly spread to Mo Shisan's body along with the Mo sword in his hand.

The next moment, Mo Shisan felt that his right arm was numb, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he fell backwards.

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