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

Bei Yuan's eyes were stern, he felt the terrifying power contained in that force. He did not dare to neglect, and quickly pulled the longbow in his hand to the full, and the bowstring was condensed with green arrows, emitting a sharp light.

He aimed at Mo Yi and released the bowstring in his hand. The arrow broke through the air, with a sharp momentum, and went straight to Mo Yi's heart. However, facing this fatal blow, Mo Yi was not afraid at all. The spear in his hand trembled suddenly, and a magnificent force burst out instantly.

This time, it was Bei Yuan's arrow that had the upper hand. It directly shattered the spear in Mo Yi's hand. Mo Yi's figure was shaken back again and again, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He endured the severe pain to let his heart avoid this fatal arrow, but the arrow still pierced his shoulder, causing him to suffer severe injuries.

Seeing this, Bei Yuan also put down the Wen Qi bow in his hand and did not pursue the victory. Although his expression was still calm, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Fighting with Mo Yi had consumed only 35% of his talent. He was really surprised that he could do this.

He was also surprised. He didn't expect that Mo Yi could fight with him to this extent. His fighting power was no less than Hanlin.

The Mo family disciples who had lost their Mo Qi ran to Mo Yi and helped him up. Mo Lin looked at the seriously injured Mo Yi with heartache and whispered: "Mo Yi, why did you suddenly fight so hard? You are the most cautious among our brothers on weekdays. Why are you so reckless today?"

Mo Yi did not answer immediately. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his rapid breathing. Blood seeped out from the wound on his shoulder, staining his clothes red, but he looked energetic.

"Brother, you know, some things can't be stopped just because you want to..." Mo Yi's voice was a little weak, but full of determination, "I really enjoyed this battle."

"Alas, I should have fought earlier. After all, I would have stopped when I saw the good, so you wouldn't have been injured so badly." Mo Lin blamed himself.

Mo Yi shook his head and smiled, "Brother, don't worry about me, it's just a minor injury. Moreover, this battle made me understand my strengths and weaknesses more clearly. Only through such battles can I grow faster."

Mo Lin sighed lightly, said nothing more, and turned to look at Bei Yuan.

"Brother Beiyuan, you are indeed powerful. Today we have learned from you."

Beiyuan smiled faintly and said, "You Mo family disciples are the ones. There are fifteen of us in the group. The weakest one is also a Jinshi. Even if the Jinshi of our five academies are added together, there are not as many as your Mo family disciples."

The two complimented each other for a few words, and then Mo Lin turned his head to look at Zeng Xiangteng and said, "Xiangteng, I am not as skilled as you and was defeated by Brother Beiyuan. If you think you can do it, defeat Brother Beiyuan. If not, I don't blame you."

"Let's go."

Mo Lin waved his hand, and then he and other Mo family disciples turned into fourteen gray-black lights and disappeared in everyone's sight.

"I definitely can't beat Senior Brother Beiyuan." Zeng Xiangteng laughed at himself, then walked forward, looked at Beiyuan, and said, "Senior Brother Beiyuan, when your talent is fully restored, Xiangteng wants to fight you."

"No need to rest, just fight." Beiyuan smiled and said, "If I, a Hanlin, can't fight two games in a row, I will be laughed at by others if I tell others about it."

Zeng Xiangteng didn't act pretentiously, and bowed to Beiyuan and said, "That's it, Senior Brother Beiyuan, I'm sorry."

Zeng Xiangteng took a deep breath and held the longbow in his hand tightly. In an instant, the red talent flowed through his body and condensed into a phoenix feather longbow. He pulled the bowstring, and a red arrow condensed, exuding a hot breath.

Beiyuan's eyes were stern, and the green Wenqi bow in his hand also shot out an arrow. The collision of the two forces produced a violent explosion. The flames and green talent intertwined in the air, making a deafening sound.

Both of them were Confucian students who shot into ink, and their fighting methods were very similar.

The blue and red arrows in the sky kept colliding, making bursts of roars. Beiyuan and Zeng Xiangteng's arrows kept colliding, forming a dazzling light curtain, as if it was a visual feast.

The two figures flashed, sometimes retreating, sometimes sprinting, looking for each other's flaws in the aftermath of the explosion.

Suddenly, Beiyuan's eyes condensed, and he immediately caught Zeng Xiangteng's flaw. He knew that this was his chance. He pulled the Wenqi bow in his hand suddenly, and a blue arrow condensed in an instant, shooting towards Zeng Xiangteng with a fierce momentum.

Zeng Xiangteng's eyes were stern, he knew that the speed and power of this arrow were very strong, and he had to go all out to resist it.

He took a deep breath, and the Fengyu longbow in his hand also shot a red arrow, colliding with the blue arrow in the air.

However, at this moment, Beiyuan suddenly disappeared from the spot. Zeng Xiangteng was shocked, he knew that Beiyuan must have used some kind of body movement skills and moved to his side instantly. He turned around in a hurry, only to see Beiyuan appear behind him, with the cyan bow in his hand pointed at his back.

"Not good!"

Zeng Xiangteng was shocked, but it was too late. Beiyuan's arrow had already shot out, aiming straight at his heart.

However, at this critical moment, Zeng Xiangteng did not panic. He turned around suddenly, and the phoenix feather longbow in his hand blocked Beiyuan's cyan arrow. With a loud bang, the two forces collided in the air, and Zeng Xiangteng's body trembled and flew backwards.

Beiyuan was also shocked and retreated repeatedly.

"Brother Beiyuan, your strength is really strong." Zeng Xiangteng stood up slowly.

Beiyuan slowly pulled the green Wenqi bow in his hand, condensed six arrows, smiled lightly, and said: "Your archery skills have also improved a lot. I remember that when we fought five years ago, you only took thirty of my arrows. Now you can fight me to a draw. Very good."

Zeng Xiangteng smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Beiyuan, you are too kind. In the face of absolute strength, any skills are futile."

Beiyuan did not speak, and the green Wenqi bow in his hand shot another arrow, straight to Zeng Xiangteng's throat. Zeng Xiangteng's eyes flashed with a trace of determination, and the Fengyu longbow in his hand shot another arrow, colliding with Beiyuan's arrow in the air.

However, this time, Zeng Xiangteng did not fly backwards, but stood firmly in place. It turned out that in the collision just now, he used the force to cleverly remove Beiyuan's attack power. Bei Yuan's eyes flashed, and his evaluation of Zeng Xiangteng increased a bit.