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

"you!"

Shang Wuliang was furious when he heard this, but Shang Wuliang reached out to stop Shang Qingwu and said to Ci Song: "Junior Brother Ci, I just want to confirm something with you."

"What's the matter?"

"My teacher, Han Yan, did he really die in your hands?"

Shang Wuliang's eyes were fixed on Ci Song. Although he had already known in Tianguan that South Korea was destroyed by Daliang, Han Yan swallowed his own Semi-Saint Dao Fruit in exchange for one day's peak, but was defeated by Ci Song. However, he still couldn't believe that his teacher would die in the hands of Ci Song.

"Brother, why are you still talking nonsense to him? It is said in the world that Ci Song used special means to kill Mr. Han, but you and I both know that although Mr. Han is old and frail, his realm is real. A semi-saint burns his life in exchange for reaching the pinnacle of literary power. Even though Ci Song is an unparalleled talent, how can he defeat the literary giant with the power of Hanlin! "

Shang Qingqing looked at Ci Song with hatred, "In my opinion, Ci Song must have used some despicable means to kill Mr. Han!"

Faced with Shang Qingqing's accusation, Ci Song did not get angry, but replied calmly: "Shang Wuqing, when you say this, you are not only belittling me, but also Mr. Han."

"You're looking for death!"

Hearing this, Shang Wuqing suddenly flashed a murderous intent in his eyes, and then reached out to grab the giant sword on his back.

"Shang Wuqing, stop!"

Shang Wuliang grabbed Shang Wuqing's hand, gave a low drink, and then looked at Ci Song again, "Junior Brother Ci, you haven't answered my question yet."

"For Mr. Han, Ci Song only has respect in his heart, but Mr. Han did die at my hands."

With that said, Ci Song stood up and said solemnly: "Brother Shang, Mr. Han dedicated everything he had to his family and country. Even at the last moment of his life, he still persisted, which impressed Ci Song."

"Then you still attack the teacher? Have you forgotten the teacher's kindness to you? If the teacher hadn't taken you to the pilgrimage hall, how would you have obtained the inheritance of Han Sheng?"

Shang Wuliang frowned and questioned Song Dao.

"Ci Song naturally dare not forget the kindness."

"Mr. Han joined the war to protect the Korean people. Behind Ci Song are the lights of thousands of families in Daliang. On the battlefield, family and country come first, and individuals come last. Ci Song can die, but Daliang cannot."

"you!"

Shang Wuliang wanted to say something more, but was interrupted directly by Shang Wuqing, "Brother, why are you talking so much nonsense to him? He must die today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Wuliang broke free from Shang Wuliang's arm, and then reached out to hold the giant sword behind him. As his majestic talent surged, the giant sword let out a soft groan, and then a shocking sword light shot directly towards Ci. Song Zhan went away.

"ruthless!"

Seeing this, Shang Wuliang's expression changed. He didn't expect that Shang Qingqing would take action directly, but if he tried to stop him at this time, he would probably hurt Shang Wuqing. In desperation, he could only grit his teeth and reach out to hold it. The giant sword behind.

"Qiang——"

The sword was unsheathed, and shocking sword energy erupted from Shang Wuliang's body. He held the giant sword and swiped lightly, and a sword light that was more terrifying than Shang Qingqing was directed towards Ci Song.

"You two are real brothers, even your actions are so consistent."

Looking at the two shocking sword lights one after the other, Ci Song's expression remained unchanged, and the purple-gold talent condensed in his palms. At this moment, a light yellow barrier appeared in front of him.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Two shocking sword lights landed on the light yellow barrier one after another, but they failed to create even a ripple, as if they were completely absorbed by it.

"This barrier... can actually absorb sword energy?"

When Shang Wuliang saw this, his face showed a solemn look, and then he saw Zhong Qi's figure blocking Ci Song's body.

"You two, is it a little out of order for you to act like this?"

Zhong Qi looked at Shang Wuliang and Shang Wuliang with a gloomy expression. He did not expect that these two people would be so impulsive and attack Ci Song directly.

"This matter is a personal grudge between us and Ci Song. Who are you? Stop meddling in other people's business here!" Shang Wuqing glared at Zhong Qi and shouted.

"Senior Brother Zhongqi, let me handle this matter."

I saw Ci Song walking out from behind Zhong Qi, and then looking at the two of them quietly. He was not angry because the two suddenly took action against him, because he could understand their mood. If his teacher or respected gentleman died in If you fall into the hands of others, you will not be able to remain absolutely calm when facing your enemy.

"Two of you, if you really want to fight Ci Song, Ci Song is willing to fight you. After all, in this magical world, everyone's cultivation level is the same, and everyone can be resurrected continuously. That's why One of the best places to settle a grudge.”

"But if you continue to pester Ci and Song after your resurrection, what's the point of this battle of a hundred schools of thought?"

Ci Song looked at the two Shang Wuliang in front of him and said again: "I guess you didn't come to the Divine Eye Illusion Realm just to seek revenge on me, right?"

Listening to Ci Song's words, both Shang Wuliang and Shang Qingqing fell silent. They entered the Divine Eye Illusion Realm this time, indeed not to seek revenge from Ci Song, but to become stronger and to allow themselves to receive more experience.

"Okay, you and I will fight now. Regardless of victory or defeat, after this battle, this battle of a hundred schools of thought contending, Wu Qingwu and I will no longer be entangled with you."

Shang Wuliang took a deep breath, looked at Ci Song in front of him, and spoke slowly.

"Senior Brother Shang, be happy. In this case, you and I will fight on a high platform in the distance."

After saying that, Ci Song turned and walked towards the high platform to the west of the pass, and Shang Wuliang and his two men saw this and immediately followed.

Looking at the backs of the three of them, Zhong Qi shook his head helplessly and said to himself: "Where is Junior Sister Yao'er? Why isn't she here? It's best to tell her about this first."

Then Zhong Qi walked towards the direction where the students of Kong Sheng Academy were, looking for Mo Yao.

On the other side, Ci Song and Shang Wuliang had already climbed onto the high platform. Shang Wuqing stood quietly below. Although there was hatred for Ci Song in his eyes, he still followed Shang Wuliang's instructions and watched the battle from the audience.

"Junior Brother Ci, I know I am no match for you, but my kindness is so great that I will not hold back." Shang Wuliang held the giant sword in his hand, looked at Ci Song in front of him, and said.

"Senior Brother Shang just go all out."

Ci Song slightly raised his hand to Shang Wuliang, and then the purple-gold talent turned into a long sword, which was held in his hand.

"Okay, then I feel relieved."

Seeing this, Shang Wuliang's eyes flashed with solemnity, followed by the surge of majestic talent in his body, and the giant sword in his hand even made soft groaning sounds. It was obvious that he was ready to go all out.

"boom--"

There was a loud noise, and Ci Song and Shang Wuliang collided directly. The terrifying sword energy and talent continued to erupt on the high platform, causing the entire high platform to begin to shake violently.

. . . . . .