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

The young man spread his hands, looking extremely embarrassed. He was none other than Ci Song in disguise. As for his face, it was also disguised by Ning Ping'an using his talent.

As for Mo Yao and Zhuang Diemeng, they followed Ning Ping'an to leave the Great Zhou Royal City yesterday and went to Yunmeng Mountain Ghost Valley.

He attended this banquet just to get a free meal and meet the "high-quality" young people of the Great Zhou Emperor and various vassal states. However, he did not expect that the prince who beat people in the street before was actually the next Zhou Emperor, and he also shouted to send pills.

Although Ci Song did not know what the bone refining pill was used for, the thing that the next Zhou Emperor used as a prize must be good.

"If that's the case, then let's fight and see how strong the Mo family's non-surname disciples are now."

Ji Han strode down the high platform and came to the center of the martial arts field. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Ci Song with a proud face.

Ci Song didn't waste any words. He walked to the center of the banquet hall and saluted with his fists, "Please."

"Excuse me."

Ji Han didn't say any more nonsense. He moved and rushed towards Ci Song like a flash of lightning. His speed was so fast that he was in front of Ci Song in just two breaths. He punched out, and the air was distorted.

"What a strong physical strength."

Ci Song was a little surprised. He could feel the power of Ji Han's punch. If he didn't use his talent, he couldn't guarantee that he could take this punch without any injury.

"Bang!"

The fist was like thunder, hitting Ci Song's face. Facing this thunderous punch, Ci Song did not dodge. The golden talent lingered on his fist, but he also punched out.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, the air waves rolled, and the entire banquet hall's table was shaken.

"Dengdengdeng!"

The two took a few steps back, and each step left a deep footprint on the stone floor.

"Is this the power of an ancient practitioner?"

Ci Song shook his arm. He thought his body was strong enough. Just now, he punched Ji Han and felt the force of his fist. If he hadn't attached his talent to his fist in time, he would have smashed his fist.

Ci Song shook his arm. He thought his body was strong enough. Just now, he punched Ji Han and felt the force of his fist. If he hadn't attached his talent to his fist in time, he would have smashed his fist.

Ji Han didn't expect that someone could tie with him in physical strength. He rushed out again and punched Ci Song again.

Each punch was like a landslide and tsunami, extremely violent, and Ci Song hit it head-on. The golden talent burst out of his body and fought with Ji Han.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The whole banquet hall was shrouded by the fists of the two. The battle between the two was getting more and more intense, and it was about to affect other people.

"This is the place to eat."

The emperor slowly waved the folding fan in his hand, and a green light enveloped the two of them. The banquet hall was no longer affected by them.

But the two did not stop their movements, and they were still colliding wildly. At this time, everyone in the banquet hall was attracted by the fight between the two. No one spoke, and they all stared at the scene.

"Bang!"

Another heavy punch collided, and Ji Han flew backwards, fell to the ground and slid several meters away. His face was twisted because of the severe pain, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Ci Song only took ten steps back and stabilized his body.

"This... How is this possible?"

Everyone present exclaimed. They did not expect that the strength of the Mo family's non-family disciples would be so strong.

Ji Han got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ci Song with horror, "Are you also in the Ming realm?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary person with the cultivation of a Juren."

Ci Song shook his wrist and answered. He had to admit that the reason why he had the upper hand was also due to his own talent. With only the strength of his body, he could not last more than fifty moves under Ji Han.

"It's actually the Juren realm, no wonder."

The contempt in Ji Han's eyes had completely disappeared at this moment, replaced by a surging fighting spirit, "If that's the case, then I have to be serious. If you can take three of my moves, you will win."

He slowly raised his hand, and a dragon-patterned bronze sword flew out of his wide sleeves and floated above his palm. The sword body is simple and covered with spider web patterns. There are two gaps where the blade and the hilt are connected. If you don't look carefully, you won't find that it is actually a broken sword.

"This is..."

Ci Song looked at the bronze sword and was slightly shocked. Judging from the mottled rust on it, the sword was very old, and it gave people a very familiar feeling, without any malice in its heart.

"That's the Emperor's Sword!"

Among the young men present, Ci Yang was the first to recognize the origin of the bronze sword.

"If you take three moves of my Emperor's Sword, ten bone refining pills will be yours."

Ji Han's momentum rose wildly, and a looming dragon spirit enveloped him. The golden talent permeated around his body. The dragon spirit and talent intertwined with each other, making him like a god descending from heaven.

"Emperor's Sword?"

Ci Song was a little confused. He didn't know much about the famous swords in the world, but he could tell from the name that this sword was extraordinary.

"If that's the case, I will fight with swords."

Ci Song released his golden talent, which condensed into a golden long sword in his hand.

Ji Han pointed his long sword, and his aura was like a rainbow. He was like a killing god. He stepped on his feet and turned into a wisp of green smoke, rushing towards Ci Song.

"Sword Art of the Son of Heaven!"

He swung the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand, and a green sword light cut through the void and slashed straight towards Ci Song. Wherever the sword light passed, the void trembled, and the sharp sword intent seemed to cut everything apart.

"Sword Art of the Son of Heaven, what a sword art of the Son of Heaven."

Ci Song raised his long sword, and a golden sword light soared into the sky, meeting the green sword light.

"Boom!"

The two sword lights collided in the air, bursting into brilliant sparks, and Ji Han was also knocked back several steps by the aftermath of the explosion.

"This Mo family disciple with a surname really has some tricks."

Ji Han was not discouraged by this, but his fighting spirit became stronger. His figure flashed and he rushed towards Ci Song again.

"Sword Art of the Emperor, Dragon Raises its Head!"

Ji Han waved the Sword of the Emperor in his hand, and a green sword light instantly slashed out, transforming into a small green dragon in the air, shaking its head and tail and flying towards Ci Song.

"Why does this Sword Art of the Emperor feel so familiar to me?"

Looking at the small green dragon, Ci Song's heart moved, and he swung the long sword in his hand, and a golden sword light cut through the void and slashed straight towards the small green dragon.

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