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

"Betting is over."

As the middle-aged man's voice came out again, the amount of bets on the water curtain stopped changing. Everyone present today came for the auction, so the amount of bets far exceeded the amount of normal betting.

The final bet on Bai Ye was one hundred top-grade talent stones, seventy top-grade talent stones, and three hundred and ten mid-grade talent stones; while Yan Zimo’s bet was six top-grade talent stones and one thousand, seven hundred and thirty top-grade talent stones. , six thousand nine hundred and eighty middle-grade talent stones.

The gap between the two sides is clear at a glance. As for why there are no low-grade talent stones, it is also because low-grade talent stones are not popular at all, and Mobao Pavilion does not accept them.

"It seems that most people are more optimistic about Yan Zimo."

Ci Song raised his head and glanced at the amount of the bet, and murmured in his heart, but he didn't have any worries. In his eyes, this thing could only represent the attitude of the people in Tianwaitian, but it could not represent the true feelings of Bai Ye and Yan Zimo. strength.

"You two on the high platform, you can compete."

The middle-aged man spoke to Bai Ye and Yan Zimo on the high platform.

At this moment, Bai Ye and Yan Zimo, who were on the high platform, heard the voice transmission from the middle-aged man. Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes at this moment and looked at Yan Zimo, who was standing opposite him.

At this moment, in the eyes of the people below the high platform, the two of them were just standing on a high platform that was tens of feet in size. But in their sight, they were standing in a huge space of a thousand feet in size. This space was covered by The middle-aged man opened it with the word "empty" on the back of his hands. From the outside, it looks like a small high platform, but there is something else going on inside.

"Bai Ye, I heard that you are the top genius of this generation in the secular world. Not only do you have extraordinary fighting power, but you also have the soul of a saint. Many people regard you as the next generation of cultural leaders, and even think that you may become a saint. I don’t know if I’m right?”

Yan Zimo looked at Bai Ye, with a condescending look on his face, and asked Bai Ye.

"Bai Ye is just an ordinary student in Yan Sheng Academy. He is no different from anyone else." Bai Ye replied calmly.

"You are very humble. After all, secular people are just secular people. You can only see a little of the world in your eyes. You don't understand what real literature is like, let alone what kind of existence this family is. "

Although Yan Zimo's expression remained calm, his tone was full of disdain as he continued: "To be honest, if it weren't for the reminder from the elders in the family, I would have noticed your existence. In my eyes, You are not worthy to be my opponent at all. If Chen Xian had not shown mercy and allowed the students from the lower realm to enter Tianwaitian, you would not be qualified to stand here and talk to me now. "

After Yan Zimo finished speaking, he stood with his hands behind his hands, as if he was high up, overlooking the white night.

Bai Ye listened to Yan Zimo's words without showing any expression on his face. He just looked at Yan Zimo so lightly. At this moment, Bai Ye was completely disappointed with Yan Zimo. The so-called members of the family and those who took the initiative to provoke and cause trouble Literati and students are the same, but they are just the same breed.

After Yan Zimo finished speaking, Bai Ye finally spoke: "Are you done?"

"So what?" Yan Zimo raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai Ye.

"I hope you can last longer in my hands than you can talk nonsense."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Zimo was completely angered. The smile on his face froze in an instant. He looked at Bai Ye with cold eyes and said, "Originally, because you are a student of Yan Sheng Academy, I was prepared to keep some points." I’ll give you my face, but since you don’t want it, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

After saying that, Yan Zimo's talent exploded, and the cyan talent turned into winding clouds and mist that lingered around him. A black writing brush appeared in his hand, with a sharp chill exuding from the tip of the pen.

"It is indeed a semi-holy treasure."

Bai Ye looked at the brush in Yan Zimo's hand and could tell at a glance that the brush was extraordinary. But thinking about it, it was extremely normal for Yan Zimo, as a disciple of the Yan family, to have a semi-holy treasure on his body for self-defense. .

"I didn't expect that you still have some eyesight, and you can actually recognize the semi-holy treasure in my hand. This pen is called Han Mo. The pen barrel is made of ink-colored sacred bamboo, and the pen tip is made of the fins of the extremely cold cuttlefish beast. A single stroke can freeze everything to pieces. Even if you are a great Confucian, you can't stop the power of this cold ink."

Yan Zimo looked at Bai Ye, with a cold look on his face, and continued: "In this battle, I will break one of your arms."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zimo held a cold ink pen and drew it across the void, leaving traces frozen in the air. Every stroke and every stroke was accompanied by a low hum, which was the sign that the space was frozen by the extreme cold. A lament frozen by power.

The word "kill" took shape, and it was no longer a simple ink mark, but an icy storm containing endless murderous intent. It roared towards the white night with a biting chill that could freeze the soul. Along the way, even the air was dyed with a light layer of blue frost.

Bai Ye stood there, but there seemed to be invisible power surging around him. His eyes were deep and calm, and he quietly watched the word "kill" flying towards him.

Just when the word "kill" was about to touch him, time seemed to be stretched infinitely. He stretched out his right index finger, and the talent on his fingertip surged out like a river bursting its embankment. It instantly condensed into a slender ray of light and accurately landed on the roaring word "kill".

Bai Ye looked at Yan Zimo's fierce attack, his face was not panicked at all, as if he didn't see it. When the word "kill" was about to fall on Bai Ye, Bai Ye moved.

The collision of talent and coldness was like the collision of stars, bursting out a deafening roar. The light and ice crystals intertwined, blooming a dazzling light, reflecting everything around like daylight.

With a crisp cracking sound, the word "kill" that contained Yan Zimo's full-strength attack, under Bai Ye's understated finger, was like fragile glass. It broke into countless tiny ice crystals, dancing in the air, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

"What?!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Zimo showed a touch of surprise on his face. Although he did not use his full strength in this attack, it was not so easy to take it. Even the Holy Son at that time would not be able to withstand his attack so easily, but Bai Ye broke it so easily.

The scholars watching the auction were also shocked by the scene before their eyes. They had never thought that Bai Ye could easily resolve the attack of the "kill" character.

The expressions of Ci Song, Zhong Chang and Mo Yao did not change much. Ci Song picked up the teapot and filled Mo Yao's teacup to 70%, then smiled and said, "Using the 'kill' character to deal with Senior Brother Bai, what's the difference between this and showing off your sword in front of Guan Gong?"

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