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

In the courtyard, the battle between Yang Xuan and Xie Linfeng has reached a white-hot stage. The two of them are erratic, and the sword lights are crisscrossed. Every collision will bring a gust of wind.

Yang Xuan has been completely forced into a disadvantage by Xie Lingfeng at this moment. He is anxious, but he has no choice but to resist Xie Linfeng's attack.

"Brother Yang, although your swordsmanship is good, it is still a little lacking. If this is all you can do, then stop here."

Xie Linfeng said lightly while attacking Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's face sank when he heard this. He knew in his heart that he was indeed not Xie Linfeng's opponent, but he was unwilling to admit defeat.

"Brother Xie, it's not the end yet. Who will win or lose is still unknown!"

Yang Xuan shouted loudly, and the talent in his body surged wildly. His sword light instantly became sharp and attacked Xie Linfeng fiercely.

"Oh? You have some courage."

Seeing this, Xie Linfeng moved his body and turned into a puff of green smoke, avoiding Yang Xuan's attack, and then stabbed Yang Xuan in the back with a sword.

"Bang!"

The sword light directly knocked the long sword in Yang Xuan's hand down, and when he reacted, Xie Linfeng's sword was already on his neck.

"Brother Yang, you lost."

Xie Linfeng put away his sword and said, "Thank you."

Yang Xuan's face turned pale when he heard this. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Brother Xie, your swordsmanship is superb. Yang admires you."

Although Yang Xuan lost, there was no sign of frustration on his face. He bowed to Xie Linfeng and said, "Brother Xie, your swordsmanship is superb. Yang admires you."

"Brother Yang, you are too polite."

Xie Linfeng smiled, then stepped aside, looked at other people, and said, "Who else wants to teach me?"

"The gap between Minzhou and Jiangzhou is still very large. Jiangzhou is not far from Zhongzhou City. Influenced by Zhongzhou City, Jiangzhou has a flourishing literary style and many geniuses, but Minzhou is far behind."

Shang Han, who was sitting next to Ci Song, explained slowly that although Yang Xuan was also considered to be a talented young man in Minzhou, he was far behind a genius like Xie Linfeng.

"Since Brother Yang has been defeated, I will come to ask for advice."

At this moment, a figure walked out of the crowd. This was a young man in brocade clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand.

"It turned out to be Brother Qi, please."

Xie Linfeng was not surprised to see this person. He clasped his fists and drew his sword again.

This young man in brocade clothes was named Qi Wenxuan. He was another genius on this trip to Da Zhou. Like him, he was from Jiangzhou. Both of their families were leaders in Jiangzhou City.

Seeing Xie Linfeng attacking him, Qi Wenxuan closed his fan, raised it up, and fought with Xie Linfeng.

"Clang clang!"

The sword light and the fan shadow intertwined, and the two fought hard. Xie Linfeng's swordsmanship was sharp, and each sword was aimed at the vital point, while Qi Wenxuan's fan was danced tightly, blocking Xie Linfeng's attacks one by one.

"Brother Xie's swordsmanship is indeed superb, but swordsmanship alone is not enough to defeat me." Qi Wenxuan smiled slightly, and the fan in his hand suddenly opened. A powerful talent surged out of the fan, turning into a gust of wind, sweeping towards Xie Linfeng. Seeing this, Xie Linfeng's face changed, and he hurriedly urged the talent in his body to form a barrier to block the gust of wind. The next moment, the fan flew out of Qi Wenxuan's hand, turned into a stream of light, and shot towards Xie Linfeng. Xie Linfeng's eyes condensed slightly. He could feel the powerful force contained in the fan. If he was hit, even if he had talent to protect his body, he would probably be seriously injured. He did not dare to be careless. The talent in his body surged wildly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a sword light, slashing towards the flying fan. "Clang!" The sword light collided with the fan, making a sound of metal collision, and then the fan flew back and fell into Qi Wenxuan's hands. Xie Linfeng was shocked and took a few steps back before he could stabilize his body.

"It's the Wind and Thunder Fan. Uncle Qi actually gave it to you?"

Xie Linfeng looked at the fan in Qi Wenxuan's hand, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Xie, when we were in Jiangzhou City, you relied on the fact that the long sword in your hand was a Hanlin calligraphy to suppress me. Now I also have a Hanlin calligraphy. You will not be my opponent this time."

Qi Wenxuan showed a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, and then waved the fan again and attacked Xie Linfeng.

This time, he did not hold back and used all his strength to drive the Wind and Thunder Fan. For a time, the wind was strong, thunder and lightning were intertwined, and he attacked Xie Linfeng fiercely.

Xie Linfeng's face was solemn. He knew that if he kept back any more, he would probably be defeated by Qi Wenxuan.

He took a deep breath, and the talent in his body surged wildly. The long sword in his hand burst into a brilliant light, and then collided head-on with the Wind and Thunder Fan.

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook the sky, and the air was surging. Where the two fought, it seemed as if a gust of wind blew. Ying Tian, ​​who was sitting in the first place, raised his hand and waved it. A golden light flashed and directly dispersed the gust of wind.

Xie Linfeng and Qi Wenxuan both took a few steps back, but it was obvious that Xie Linfeng's situation was much worse than Qi Wenxuan's. A trace of blood had already flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Xie, you lost." Qi Wenxuan looked at Xie Linfeng and said lightly.

Xie Linfeng was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I lost."

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"I didn't expect that this competition was of high quality. I thought it would be boring."

Ci Song picked up a bunch of grapes on the table, took one and put it in his mouth, and said while chewing.

"This is all thanks to Prince Yingtian. I heard from the master that the people who went to the Great Zhou this time were all noble children, most of whom were just good-for-nothings, just for a false reputation."

Shang Han looked at the two people who were fighting again in the field, and continued to explain: "Prince Yingtian said that this trip to the Great Zhou does not look at background, but only ability. Only young students who have reached the level of Juren are eligible to join. So it is not wrong to say that the dozens of people present are the future pillars of the literati of Daliang."

"No wonder."

Ci Song nodded. Indeed, these people are much stronger than the so-called "royal pillars" he saw in the secret realm of the Great Zhou. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the future pillars.

The competition in the field is getting more and more intense. As the number of battles increases, the scene begins to become bloody, but this is also a good thing. Ci Song is very satisfied watching it, but the people who fight are all Juren cultivation, and many of them have appeared more than once. Almost all Juren will appear many times to compete with others. Only a few Jinshi in the field were watching the fight.

It was already afternoon in a blink of an eye.

"Bang."

There was another loud noise, and the match in the field was decided again. The winner this time was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. After defeating his opponent, he gently raised his sword and looked around at the few people who had never taken action from beginning to end, including Ci Song.

"You guys have been sitting here for a whole morning. The prince invited you here, not to let you sit here and watch the show."

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