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

"Senior Brother Beiyuan, aren't you afraid that the rest of us will unite and eliminate you, the Hanlin, first?"

Mo Lin joked with Bei Yuan. He was the one who didn't care about ranking the least, so the Mo family disciples were the easiest among everyone present. After all, being able to get here was beyond their expectations.

"It doesn't matter, I have confidence in my own strength."

Beiyuan said calmly, then his eyes fell on everyone, and then he slowly said: "How about giving you a chance to defeat me together?"

As soon as these words came out, the remaining people present had different expressions. Beiyuan actually wanted to ask them to join forces. Could it be that his strength had reached a point where they could not compete even if they joined forces?

"Senior Brother Beiyuan, it's true. Now that you have spoken out, we, the disciples of the Mo family, are not polite. After all, we have never fought against Hanlin, so we have gained a lot of experience today."

Mo Lin rested his left hand on the ground, sat up from the ground, then looked at the other Mo students, and said: "Brothers, we have watched the show for a long time, it's time to stretch our muscles. If we can defeat a Hanlin man together today, even if They all died together, and some of them blew up after returning.”

The disciples of the Mo family nodded one after another, agreeing with Mo Lin's statement. They didn't care about rankings or the so-called blessing of the mirage. Challenging stronger ones and seeking opportunities was their purpose in participating in the battle between heaven and man.

"In that case, let's take action together, Brother Beiyuan, we will not hold back."

Mo Lin looked at Beiyuan and said, at the same time, everyone in the Mo family also looked at Beiyuan, preparing to take action together.

"Just take action."

Beiyuan's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly.

"That's offending!"

Led by Mo Lin, other Mohist disciples released their own ink energy one after another. The ink energy rolled and pressed toward Beiyuan in a mighty manner. At the same time, other students were not idle either and attacked Beiyuan one after another. , they wanted to see how strong this senior brother Beiyuan really was.

Beiyuan's expression remained unchanged, his Confucian robe moved automatically without wind, and the vast blue talent spurted out from his body, turning into a huge barrier in front of him, blocking everyone's attacks. Wrapped in Wenqi, Beiyuan's figure slowly rose, and a long bow condensed in his hand, not even taking the combined attack of everyone in his eyes.

"One arrow turns into a dragon!"

Beiyuan shouted softly and shot an arrow. Immediately, a giant dragon with a length of dozens of feet flew out of his body. The roar of the dragon was so loud that it actually caused the clouds in the sky to scatter and a huge The mouth seems to be welcoming the arrival of the dragon of literary energy.

"Is this Hanlin's strength? Mo Wu, Mo Jiu, defense."

As soon as Mo Lin finished speaking, Mo Wu and Mo Jiu rushed forward in an instant, and then a huge gray-black barrier solidified in front of them, blocking the impact of the Wen Qi dragon, while other Mo family disciples also released vast energy. Mo Qi quickly retreated towards the back to avoid being affected.

"boom!"

The Wenqi dragon slammed into the barrier, and a deafening sound spread throughout the top of Fenglin. The entire top of the mountain trembled under the influence of this force, and cracks spread from the top of the mountain, like a mountain collapse.

The dust and smoke dissipated, but the gray-black barrier still existed. Beiyuan looked at the barrier that was still as stable as a mountain, and a smile appeared on his face. He did not expect that the Mohist disciple could block the blow without any harm.

"Disperse."

Following Mo Lin's order, fourteen figures, like strong winds coming from all directions, instantly gathered around Mo Lin. They each occupy a side, like chess pieces on a chessboard, maintaining a subtle distance between them, as if they are silently interpreting some mysterious formation.

Immediately afterwards, the fourteen people fluttered their hands, and every gesture was full of rhythm. Vast ink flowed from their fingertips, and the ink was so strong that it seemed to swallow up all light. This power spurted out from their bodies, like black arrows, converging towards the center.

The central position was gradually filled with this power, and in the blink of an eye, a huge black ink beast suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Its body is huge and majestic, and every hair seems to be vibrating with life.

This ink beast looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound was like thunder, shaking everyone's heart. Then, it took heavy steps and ran towards Beiyuan. With each step, the ground would tremble, as if the entire Fenglin Peak was trembling with its appearance.

"Is this the Mo formation that the Mo family has deduced based on the military formations of military strategists in recent years? This is the first time I have seen it."

Beiyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he still said calmly. Then the long bow in his hand was once again drawn with cyan energy to break through the clouds. Ten cyan arrows condensed on the Wenqi bowstring. These arrows broke through everything with their fierce momentum. Obstacles, soaring into the sky.

Beiyuan looked up quietly, with a calm expression, as if everything was under his control.

"Azure Dragon Dawn!"

He shouted softly, and green arrows in the sky exploded in response. In an instant, a huge cyan dragon took shape in the air, its scales flashed with dazzling light, and its eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if it could penetrate all illusions.

The giant cyan dragon charged straight towards the black ink beast that was running towards him with a heaven-destroying aura. The two collided violently, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment. The explosion was deafening, like the heaven and earth collapsing, and the sound was extremely powerful. The force was so powerful that it seemed like it could tear the sky apart.

The two collided violently, and the explosion was deafening and extremely powerful.

The shaking mountain made everyone present feel a strong tremor. All the students present retreated at least a thousand meters, fearing that they would be affected.

After the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, Bei Yuan's figure was revealed. He still stood there with an unchanged expression, but the huge black ink beast had disappeared.

"Huh."

The figures of Mo Lin and others appeared. Each of them was panting and half-kneeling on the ground. Each of them also retracted the ink energy they released. This formation was originally a formation for fifteen people. Now that Mo Shisan was not here, the ink beast summoned was not in its strongest state after all.

"I am amazed at your ink formation." Bei Yuan expressed his admiration to Mo Lin and others. The ten arrows just now consumed nearly 30% of his talent. These Mo disciples could achieve this without using mechanical beasts, which was far beyond his expectations.

"Brother Beiyuan, you are too kind. Your archery skills are really amazing. We are ashamed to be inferior to you."

Mo Lin slowly stood up, then turned to look at Zeng Xiangteng and joked: "Compared with Brother Beiyuan, your archery skills are still a little behind. You have to watch and learn from him."

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