Fighter of the Destiny

The National Education College was very deserted, as quiet as a tomb.

All the teachers, students, and servants had left, and Su Moyu and Tang Sanshiliu finally walked out of the courtyard.

Su Moyu turned around and looked at the courtyard wall covered by ivy, and said worriedly: "How is he going to fight?"

Tang Sanliu's gaze fell deep into the National Education Academy and he remained silent.

This is the question everyone wants to know.

Before Tianshuling Shinto.

Countless eyes fell on Chen Changsheng.

Gentle footsteps sounded, and Xu Yourong walked to Chen Changsheng's side.

She did not stand further forward, nor did she deliberately take a step behind.

Just right next to him.

Seeing this scene, no one was surprised or surprised, and their expressions became much more relaxed.

From the moment Chen Changsheng proposed to fight Shang Xingzhou, many people had anticipated this scene in advance.

Regardless of his seniority or level of strength, Chen Changsheng was far inferior to Shang Xingzhou, and there was no reason to challenge him head-on.

That kind of blunt fairness is the real unfairness, and even his enemies would not make such a request.

It was natural for him to join forces with Xu Yourong.

The entire continent knew that their combined swords possessed unimaginable power and could even break through the restrictions of the sacred realm.

But even so, no one is optimistic that they can defeat Shang Xingzhou.

Their combined swords once defeated Infinite Bi on Saintess Peak, and defeated the Holy Light Angel from another continent in Baidi City.

But today their opponent is Shang Xingzhou, the undisputed strongest player in the mainland today.

Shang Xingzhou's realm strength is far superior to Wuwu Bi, and he once tore the wings of a Holy Light Angel in the sky.

Even if, as Xu Yourong calculated, Shang Xingzhou had hidden injuries, she still had an absolute advantage over Chen Changsheng.

However, at this moment, Chen Changsheng said something very unexpected.

"This is a matter between our master and apprentice, and I hope we can resolve it ourselves."

He looked at Xu Yourong and said it, and he also said it to Wang Po, the Lishan Sword Sect, and the strong men in the national religion.

After hearing this, the whole place was in an uproar, thinking how to fight?

Xu Yourong was also surprised and looked at him in confusion, looking a little confused.

On the contrary, Shang Xingzhou quickly understood what he meant and said calmly: "Okay."

Wang Zhice also vaguely guessed Chen Changsheng's arrangement, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I have no objection."

At this time, the latest news from Kyoto came over, that the National Education Academy had been cleared.

After hearing the news, people thought they had figured something out.

The National Education Academy is indeed the most suitable place for today's battle.

But the next moment people realized that they still didn't know how Chen Changsheng planned to fight.

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Before going to the National Education College, Shang Xingzhou went to the imperial palace.

The two places are not far apart, with only a mottled and old palace wall in between.

The unusual celestial phenomena are gradually disappearing, and there is still light snow falling in the sky.

Shang Xingzhou stood in the square, quietly looking at the majestic hall.

The snowflakes fell on his temples and clothes. They did not melt, but stuck like that, as if they had turned into some unreal existence.

More than a dozen eunuchs and maids were kneeling on the corridor or by the stone steps outside the side door, their heads lowered and not daring to speak. Their whole bodies were trembling, and they were extremely frightened.

His Majesty the Emperor is in the palace.

Shang Xingzhou looked there quietly for a long time, but finally turned around and left without entering the palace.

No one knew whether there was any change in his expression at this moment.

After listening to Old Eunuch Lin's low voice, Yu Ren's fingers holding the scroll tightened slightly, and the knuckles became a little pale.

When Shang Xingzhou stood outside the hall, he had been reading.

He was looking very intently, so his head was lowered.

No one knows whether he read the contents of the book.

No one could see any change in his expression.

The formation guarding the temple had been closed long ago, and the slightly cold wind blew in through the cracks in the windows, fluttering the pages of the book and making a rustling sound.

The palace is very quiet, just like the lonely peak in the clouds and mist before it wakes up.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was the sound of water in the palace.

The next thing that sounded was the voice of Mr. Lin, who was trembling slightly because of his heartache.

"Your Majesty, burn your eyes with a hot towel."

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There are people outside the Chinese Academy of Education.

This situation has occurred many times before.

After the Ivy Banquet, the idle men in Kyoto besieged the National Education Academy.

Taoist Siyuan and King Linghai forced their way through various academies to perform martial arts, and countless strong men continued to challenge the National Education Academy.

After the Tianshu Mausoleum incident, the National Education Academy was besieged by the imperial cavalry for three days.

But today is very different from the previous times, because it is very quiet outside the Christian Academy.

Not to mention the noise and shouting, there was not even a sound of discussion.

The entire Kyoto is so quiet now.

From the princes and nobles to the powerful monks to ordinary people, everyone's attention is on the upcoming master-disciple battle.

This battle has not yet begun, but it has already been written in the history books.

It can even be said that this will be the most important battle after the battle between Zhou Dufu and the Demon Lord.

In previous years, no one paid much attention to the imperial examination, which would have attracted the attention of the entire continent.

Those candidates and the priests at the religious center were still in the Qingye world, so I don’t know if they noticed anything strange.

The pot of green leaves was placed in a room in a restaurant outside the National Education College.

Tang Sanliu didn't even glance at it.

He was looking outside the restaurant.

All streets around the palace have been put under martial law.

There are many people in Baihua Lane.

He saw Wang Po, saw King Xiang, saw King Zhongshan, saw the old lady of the Muzhe family who reappeared at some point, saw the King of Linghai coming from Tiandaoyuan, saw the King of Linghai coming from Taipingdao Taoist Siyuan, but did not see Xu Yourong.

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Xu Yourong went to the Orange Garden.

King Lou Yang looked pale and kept pacing in the room, muttering to himself: "What can I do? What can I do..."

Mo Yu was also very worried. Seeing his appearance, his mood became even worse and asked, "What on earth is he thinking about?"

Xu Yourong said softly: "I don't know."

Mo Yu was a little annoyed and said, "Then you should be watching over there, what are you doing here!"

Xu Yourong looked at her and said, "I'm here to remind you what you should do according to the agreement between me and His Majesty."

Mo Yu frowned slightly and said, "Even if you know that he is very likely to lose?"

Xu Yourong said calmly: "If he loses, just take action directly."

Mo Yu was stunned, thinking that indeed only you are qualified to be the empress's successor.

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There is no spring, summer or autumn in the small building.

The temperature in the room was very low, as if it was the middle of winter.

Chen Changsheng sat in front of the window with his eyes closed.

There is a bamboo dragonfly and a magic staff on the table.

The little black dragon stood behind him, exuding dragon breath.

There was no frost on the floor, because all the chill fell on Chen Changsheng's body with precision.

——Low temperature can repair the smallest injuries, keep the body strong, and make the sea of ​​consciousness calmer.

In the stone room of the Li Palace, he had studied the sword with all his heart for many days and had made a lot of preparations.

But he knew that if he wanted to defeat someone like his master, no amount of preparation would be enough.

He didn't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes, picked up the staff, walked out of the door, and went to a room on the first floor.

He put away the divine robe, opened the closet, took out the single piece of clothing and put it on.

That room has folded sleeves, and this dress also has folded sleeves.

This piece of clothing has a short front and even shorter sleeves, which is very suitable for fighting and even better for fighting.

After doing these things, he walked out of the small building.

Shang Xingzhou was already standing by the lake.

Wang Zhice is not far away.

Chen Changsheng reached out and threw something over.

Wang Zhice reached out to catch it, glanced at it, and then sighed.

It was indeed the black stone.