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

"The person holding me is the fairy in the painting, Mr. Chen. This is the first time we have met."

Yan Zheng's eyes always fell on Chen Xintong, and his talents began to emerge.

"The fairy in the painting is the condensed part of my will. Strictly speaking, what the fairy in the painting does also represents myself."

Chen Xintong spoke lightly, seemingly not taking Yan Zheng and Ning Ping'an seriously.

"Then there's no need to say more, Mr. Chen, I hope you can leave the academy, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Yan Zheng's talent began to surge crazily, and a pure white brush appeared in the palm of his right hand. Ning Ping'an also stood in front of Ci Song, using his talent to condense a long blue sword, ready to take action at any time.

"Why are you so hostile to me? I really just want to catch up with Yan Liu when I come here this time."

Chen Xintong spread her hands and looked at Yan Zheng and Ning Ping'an with a look of helplessness on her face.

Both of them are very aware of Chen Xintong's strength. The other person is the real master of the First Master Hall, a sub-sage cultivator like the Master, and he has lived for nearly a thousand years. Even Ning Ping'an, who is the same generation as the Master, In front of him, he was just a junior.

The world is about to be in chaos recently, and the First Master’s Palace wants to take advantage of this troubled waters to actively join the world. Moreover, news came from the First Master’s Palace some time ago that Chen Xintong obtained the Orb of Wen Yun from a young man in Western Chu. If this news is Really, wouldn’t Chen Xintong have already broken through to become a saint?

"Mr. Chen, if you really want to reminisce with the old dean, please come back."

There was a trace of doubt in Yan Zheng's voice. If Chen Xintong really came to do evil today, Chen Xintong would have to suffer a lot even if he risked his life.

Chen Xintong frowned slightly, "Azheng, why are you so stubborn? I have no ill intentions."

"Hey, Ah Zheng, when did your character become so extreme? Confucius said: 'The gentleman is harmonious but different, the villain is the same but not harmonious.' Although you and I have different ideas, after all, we are both members of the Confucian sect. Why should we be like this? At stake?"

After saying this, a light yellow talent was released from his body, like the rising sun, warm and dazzling. That talent filled the air, rolled like golden waves, and gradually condensed into a dazzling pillar of light, soaring straight into the sky, reflecting everything around it dazzlingly, making the surroundings look like a dream.

Chen Xintong's pupils were covered in golden light at that moment, and there seemed to be an endless starry sky twinkling in his eyes, like a bright starry sky. The golden light kept flashing, like stars intersecting and dotting the sky.

The surrounding air also became tight because of this talent, as if time and space had been distorted.

After Yan Zheng and Ning Ping'an felt the pressure, their faces instantly turned extremely pale. They quickly used their talents to resist the pressure, but they found that their talents were unable to resist the pressure. It disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

Chen Xintong's eyes released bits of golden light, shrouding Ning Ping'an and Yan Zheng, "The gap between a sub-saint and a half-saint is huge, how can you two resist? As long as I am willing, I can kill them at any time. You two suppress it."

Although Chen Xintong's voice was calm, it exuded an unquestionable domineering air.

"Sword out."

I saw Ning Ping'an's talent dissipating in his hands. He shouted low, and a sword sound sounded. A long sword fell from the sky, and was held by Ning Ping'an in his hand. Then he saw a blue sword light rising into the sky, approaching Chen Xintong. Come.

The sword light contained all of Ning Ping'an's talent and will, as if it was going to kill Chen Xintong with one blow.

However, facing this thunder blow, Chen Xintong did not show the slightest fear. He smiled slightly, stretched out his right index finger, and flicked it. At that moment, the whole world seemed to stop.

"boom!"

A loud noise echoed in the air. When the blue sword light came into contact with Chen Xintong's index finger, it exploded instantly and turned into a ball of energy that dissipated in the air.

When Ning Ping'an saw this, a solemn look flashed in his eyes. He couldn't believe that his attack was so easily resolved by Chen Xintong.

Yan Zheng took the opportunity to wave the white brush in his hand, and the words "sword" formed by the condensed talents flew out from the tip of the pen, turning into sharp sword energy and slashing towards Chen Xintong.

However, Chen Xintong just shook his head and waved his sleeves gently, and the sword energy dissipated in the air like smoke blown away by the wind.

"You two are really strong. If it were an ordinary Yasheng, he would have been seriously injured under your hands."

"But it's a pity that you met me with the eyes of a saint."

After saying that, a golden lotus flower was released from Chen Xintong's golden pupils. The lotus flower bloomed slowly, each petal seemed to contain endless wisdom and power, and golden light emanated from it, lighting up the entire sky. .

As the lotus bloomed, a strong suction force was generated. Yan Zheng and Ning Ping'an felt as if their bodies were being pulled by an invisible force, and they flew towards the lotus involuntarily.

Soon, the talents of Ning Pingan and Yan Zheng were absorbed by the golden lotus, and the long sword in Ning Pingan's hand also flew back into the sky at this moment.

Just when the golden lotus slowly approached Ning Ping'an and Yan Zheng, preparing to devour their bodies, Chen Xintong closed his eyes, and then the golden lotus dissipated in front of the two of them.

Chen Xintong opened his eyes, looked at Ning Ping'an and Yan Zheng, and said softly: "You are not the only ones who have received the gift of Mirage Dragon's talent. Maybe before, you could still fight with me for a few moves, but now, it's different."

After that, Chen Xintong dispersed all his talents, shook his head slowly, and said: "Forget it, since Yansheng Academy doesn't welcome me, then I will leave."

"Oh, by the way, Ci Xiaoyou, thank you for bringing me into the academy. I also owe you a favor. I will pay you back in the future."

Hearing this, Ci Song was also stunned. He didn't expect Chen Xintong to suddenly say such a sentence to him.

Before Ci Song answered, Chen Xintong's figure disappeared in the three figures, leaving only Chen Xintong's words in the air, "The troubled times are about to start. I hope Yansheng Academy can recognize its position and don't do anything out of line, otherwise it will be stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate itself."

Looking at the direction where Chen Xintong disappeared, Yan Zheng's eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness and anger, while Ning Ping'an didn't change his expression too much, and his face was still solemn.

"Ci Song, if you see this person again in the future, stay away from him."

Ning Ping'an sighed deeply, turned his head and looked at Ci Song and said.

"Teacher, Dean, who is this person? Why can he also release the same pupil technique as Senior Brother Duanmu?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"He is the master of the First Master Hall, and the first genius to cultivate the Saint's Pupil to the extreme."

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