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

"Little friend Ci, how could it be you?"

Han Yan's originally calm eyes flashed with shock. He had no idea that the literary giant who suddenly appeared turned out to be Ci Song.

"Mr. Han, please forgive me for offending this junior." Ci Song took a deep breath and bowed his hands to Han Yan.

"Young friend Ci has not left now, which means that Li Fei, Han Si and the others..." Han Yan's tone paused, and he already understood in his heart that Li Fei and Han Si were probably in serious danger.

"Mr. Han and Mr. Li were indeed defeated by Ci Song, but Ci Song had no murderous intentions towards these two gentlemen." Ci Song answered truthfully.

Hearing that Han Si and Li Fei were dead, Han Yan's eyes flashed with sadness. Although he had already guessed the outcome, when he actually heard the news, it was still difficult to accept it.

Although Han Si and Li Fei were only named disciples of Han Yan, they had followed him for many years, and their relationship was very deep. Just from the time Han Yan gave Han Yan the Tongya Saint Treasure Tongxin Ring to Han Si and Li Fei, they had a deep relationship with each other. It is enough to see that Han Yan attaches great importance to them.

"These two brats, if they had been more obedient and sensible, I would have accepted them as true descendants."

There was a bit of sadness in Han Yan's tone. With the talents of Han Si and Li Fei, it is almost certain that they will surpass him in the future and reach the semi-saint realm. They can go to Tianguan or choose to practice in seclusion. But they chose to stay in the capital of South Korea, fight for South Korea, and even disobey the orders of their own teacher. All this is because of their own persistence in their hearts.

"Mr. Han, please forgive me." Ci Song comforted him.

"Little friend Ci, you and I have some friendship. I don't want to attack you today, so you should leave."

Han Yan didn't want to take action against Ci Song. His eyes also stayed on the "Wen Yun Orb" suspended beside Ci Song. The pale golden light rippled like running water, rendering the space around Ci Song into a sacred and sacred space. Solemn colors.

The light of the Wen Yun orb not only illuminated Ci Song's face, but also left golden trails around his body, like countless filaments, which continuously extracted the talent from the orb, and then poured out like a waterfall. down, pouring into Ci Song's body.

A golden aura seemed to form around Ci Song, isolating him from the entire world. In this aura, only the pale golden light is constantly flowing and flashing.

Han Yan looked at the fake "Wen Yun Orb" and said: "Is this the calligraphy treasure imitated by the Yin Yang family based on the Wen Yun Orb? Your literary status should be forcibly improved by relying on the talent in this bead, right? ?”

"Exactly."

Ci Song nodded and explained: "At the time of Ci Song's wedding, a disciple of the Yin Yang family used this object to elevate himself to the realm of a literary giant. Then he attacked Ci Song and was killed by Ci Song. This object It was seized from him."

He said this not only to explain it to Han Yan, but also to all the scholars present, and even to the Half-Saint in the First Master Hall. The reason why he did this was to prevent the First Master from being killed after this battle. The palace will once again turn its finger on itself.

After all, the Wen Yun Orb is of great importance. If the First Master Palace really wants to attack him, he can't hold it back now.

"Your strength does not come from your own hard work. If you continue to fight, your talent will come back to bite you, and your Dantian will be broken because it cannot withstand such a huge talent."

Han Yan looked at Ci Song, shook his head and said.

"These Ci Song know in their hearts that Ci Song is standing here today for the sake of his own country and his compatriots. As long as Ci Song is standing here today, he will never let the old man hurt them." Ci Song's eyes were firm. , with no intention of giving in.

"For the sake of these unrelated people, you are willing to risk your Dantian being shattered, your body and soul to be destroyed, and becoming my enemy?"

Han Yan's eyes also became cold, and the aura on his body suddenly exploded, and a pressure belonging to the saint shrouded Ci Song. In front of this force, Ci Song was like a lonely boat on the sea, ready to fly at any time. There is a possibility of overturning.

"They are not unrelated people. When they appear on this battlefield, they are compatriots of Ci and Song."

Ci Song's expression was solemn, he held a long sword in his hand, and the talent in his body poured into the Shuihan sword crazily, condensing a bright sword energy, and slashed at Han Shengweili wielded by Han Yan.

"choke!"

The sword energy collided with Han Sheng's power, making the sound of gold and iron colliding. Ci Song's figure flew directly backwards. Han Yan's phantom summoned by Han Yan knocked Ci Song away with just a casual blow.

"Is this what you rely on? Although you are a literary giant, you are not recognized by the saint. Without the blessing of the saint's shadow, how can you be my opponent?"

Han Yan's voice echoed in Ci Song's ears. The next moment, Han Sheng's shadow merged with Han Yan. Han Yan waved the spear in his hand and attacked Ci Song.

Feeling the terror of this shot, Ci Song's expression was solemn. With the blessing of talent, the Shuihan Sword in his hand drew complex trajectories in the air. Every time the sword was swung, it was accompanied by a crisp sword whistle. Voices.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Sharp sword energy shot out from Ci Song's long sword. Each sword energy contained extremely terrifying power and headed towards Han Yan.

"break!"

Han Yan snorted coldly, flicked the spear in his hand, and directly defeated all the sword energy. Then he appeared in front of Ci Song in a flash, and stabbed Ci Song's chest with the spear in his hand like a dragon.

This spear was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder. The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, as if it would pierce through space.

"Dang!"

Ci Song raised the Shuihan Sword horizontally to block Han Yan's spear. The spear tip collided with the sword tip, making a sound of metal clashing. A terrifying force flowed from the spear into Ci Song's arm, shaking his arm numb, and he almost couldn't even hold the sword.

"The gap between us cannot be made up by this fake Wenyun Orb in front of you. Even if what you have in your hand today is the real Wenyun Orb, the winner will only be me."

"I will give you one last chance. If you leave now, I will pretend that nothing happened."

Han Yan asked again in a cold voice, his eyes were like torches, as if he wanted to see through Ci Song's heart.

"Ci Song knows that he is no match for Mr. Han, but if Mr. Han kills the scholars below the level of great Confucianism on the battlefield today, if other countries invade in the future, the war between Daliang and the scholars of other countries will fall into a passive situation."

Ci Song gritted his teeth and held the sword with both hands to block Han Yan's spear, "Just like Mr. Han said before, the country will be destroyed, why cherish this life."

After hearing Ci Song's answer, Han Yan raised a barely noticeable smile at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly hid it.

"Then today, I will see how determined you are."

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