Saint of the Confucian way

A hundred feet away, two ancient swords can reach with half an breath, but a round trip takes more than one breath, because it needs to slow down when turning.

When turning around and turning, most people's swords are lower than one sound, and some even fall to half sound. Otherwise, they can't turn quickly and have to fly far away. When Fang Yun turned around, the speed remained above Sanming, faster than the highest speed of everyone present.

Only half of the time, Mr. Guo looked at the light curtain on one side of the school field and stretched out his hand. Behind Fang Yun's name and below the first field, there was an extra number, 100.

Ten round trips are two thousand feet. Just after five breath, Zhenlong ancient sword completes the whole journey and returns to Fang Yun's courage.

Nowadays, many people have not finished even one third of their words.

A university scholar nodded and said, "not to mention the previous three Valley selection of Jinshi, even the previous Imperial Academy selection is not so fast. Peng walking photo is strong enough, but the speed of naked sword is just over four Ming. It seems that Fang Xusheng's sword is not only unique in material, but also pregnant sword poetry and Kaifeng poetry."

"Indeed, in terms of speed, not to mention the first sword of Hanlin, Peng zozhao can't compare, not even ordinary bachelor. Only first-class bachelor can compare. However, his sword and turning speed are obviously not as fast as Peng zozhao."

"It's normal. Peng zuozhao has been practicing the sword for more than ten years, and Fang Xusheng has won the sword for less than one year. Naturally, he is not as good as Peng zuozhao and a few other first-class Hanlin. He must be better than ordinary Hanlin. This alone is amazing."

"This is the terrible thing about Fang Yun. It is also a Jinshi. Others have to practice for decades before they have a chance to compete with him. If they want to beat him, they must be better than him."

Not long after the end of the first game, the lowest one also got 59 points, no less than 50, which satisfied the great Confucianism and bachelor present.

The examiner, Mr. Guo, nodded gently and said: "No one is less than 50. Yes, there are talents from generation to generation, and a new generation wins over the old. The strength of our Terran has been improving all the time. For Jinshi, the sword is the foundation, and the speed of the sword is the foundation of the foundation. However, as long as the speed reaches a certain level, the really important thing is the skill of controlling the sword. In the second game, the skill of controlling the sword is the competition."

Then, in front of the scholars, some red balls suddenly appeared in the sky. Among these red balls, blue balls were soon mixed, and each ball was as big as a baby's fist..

Mr. Guo said: "the assessment content of the second game is to pierce the red ball at the fastest speed, but not the blue ball. After that, the more red balls pierced and the less blue balls pierced, the higher the score. The score is the same as that of the previous game, the full score is 100 points and 50 points are eliminated. Ready... Start!"

After Mr. Guo finished shouting to start, Fang Yun only felt that the world was changing in front of him, and the space around him was suddenly widened. He was one foot away from the Jinshi on one side, but now he is more than ten feet away.

Fang Yun immediately released the real dragon ancient sword. He saw that the golden sword was like a golden lightning and began to attack the red ball, stabbing, cutting, or cutting.

Fang Yun didn't stab one by one blindly, but first remembered the positions of all the balls, then found out more red balls on one line, let Zhenlong ancient sword cut all the red balls on one line at a time, and then cut the red balls on other lines.

After ten breath, there were suddenly more small balls of two colors, as dense as plums in the box, and there were more and more blue balls, Fang Yun had to slow down.

After another ten breaths, all the small balls moved irregularly in the air, or up or down, or passed by, or collided with each other. It was a mess. It became very difficult to hit the red ball or avoid the blue ball, and Fang Yun's sword speed slowed down again.

After 30 breaths, all the small balls went crazy and began to fly at a speed close to Yiming, like a group of demons dancing, dazzling.

Those people were confused and quickly turned their heads away, while those great scholars and Confucianism only stared at Fang Yun.

"Sure enough, it's extraordinary."

In the dense red and blue two-color balls, the Golden Dragon ancient sword, like a long eyed spirit, constantly attacks those red balls and avoids those blue balls.

After Baixi, the small balls of two colors disappeared, and all Jinshi, including Fang Yun, felt tired.

Bachelor Guo nodded and said, "well, the red ball of Fang Xu sanctuary not only exceeds the strongest Jinshi over the years, but also the blue ball has not been broken!"

Many Jinshi looked at the light curtain on one side of the school field, on which everyone's score appeared. The score of Fang Yun's first game was 100, while the score of this second game was still 100, ranking first.

"Three of them have scores below 50. Please come back."

A Jinshi arched his hand and said, "Sir, the sword of lips and tongue is only one of the means of Jinshi. I am not talented. A poem about raising people to fight enters the three realms. Its power is equivalent to that of Hanlin war poetry. It may not be better than the sword of tongue."

Mr. Guo was not angry either. He said, "if you are not convinced, go back to the ladder first. If there is any objection after Wenbi, Mr. Guo will answer your question."

"Yes, students!" the Jinshi hurried back and left the playing field.

Then, 30 feet away from everyone, a wolf head appeared.

Bachelor Guo glanced at the crowd and said, "the third game is simpler. You attack the wolf head with your lips and tongue. The faster you break it, the higher the score. This wolf head has three layers and needs to be broken three times. Start!"

More than 200 swords roared to the Blue Wolf heads in front of them.

The wolf's head was only one foot high. Fang Yun did not hesitate to use the "combo" technique. The real dragon ancient sword instantly combo the eyebrows of the wolf's head. After only one breath, the Blue Wolf's head split.

The crisp clicking sound startled dozens of readers nearby. Obviously, the competition should not be distracted, but they still instinctively looked at Fang Yun and the wolf head.

The surface of the Blue Wolf head cracked to form a black wolf head.

"What a terrible real dragon ancient sword..." every Jinshi is worried, because they all know the strength of the Blue Wolf head. They can't leave a trace with all their means. Fang Yun broke it with one breath. The gap is too big.

The green Wolf's head didn't move, but the black wolf's head was different. It began to fly at the speed of one sound, which was much more difficult than before.

After three breaths, someone smashed the green Wolf head one after another.

After seven breath, Fang Yun smashed the black wolf head.

The surface of the black wolf's head was broken, revealing the silver wolf's head. The silver wolf head was more special. It began to blink in front of Fang Yun, and constantly changed the angle, without regularity. As long as he is hit, he will immediately teleport to other places. Fang Yun can no longer attack in the same place, but only attack again and again.

This time, after a full 36 breath, Fang Yun defeated it and looked at the light curtain of ranking.

The third game was also 100 points, ranking first.

Then, at the beginning of the fourth game, he attacked a wall with war poems. The faster he broke it, the higher the score.

Ordinary pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in front of everyone. Fang Yun sighed gently in his heart that all his strange things could not play a role here. This one was compared with the realm of war poetry. His strongest war poetry three realms "wind and rain dream war" was very strong, but the first war poetry was strong in the ability to use the power of strange wind and weak water. Without strange wind and weak water, the actual lethality was very general.

What's more

Fang Yun looks at some old scholars. Some people master the poetry of the four boundary war!

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