Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 15 Thousands of troops avoid white robes, white-clothed soldiers immortals! The eighth Chen Zhi Leopard!

“The third Confucian saint… Is it Chen Zhibao? ”

The name that suddenly appeared caused everyone to marvel in an instant.

At present, almost everyone knows the fate of Chen Zhibao.

The Western Liang Army is already known as a tiger-wolf-like existence in the Great Departure.

And Chen Zhibao is like the head wolf in this group!

Western Liang Soldier Immortal, Chen Zhi Leopard!

At the head of Emperor Wudi City, Wang Xianzhi Shiran, who was dressed in a white robe, sat down.

He took a sip of the warm rice wine in his hand and looked at the skyline gold list.

Not without a smile.

“The third Confucian Saint is actually Chen Zhibao?”

“There’s something interesting now…”

At this time.

Zhao Chun, who was far away in Tai’an City, suddenly had a complicated complexion.

The sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his hands were already tightly clenched at some point.

It stands to reason that the three Confucian saints in this world today are all people who have left the dynasty.

How envious it seems to outsiders.

But the twists and turns are only known to Zhao Chun himself.

On the surface, all three of them belonged to him, but two of them were solid fans of Xu Xiao, the king of Western Liang!

The remaining Xuanyuan Jing City, the realm on the bright side, has not yet reached the realm of Confucian saints!

How can such a situation not make him worry.

At that time, Xu Xiao led iron horseback to the Six Kingdoms, and the battle was determined in the spring and autumn, and the scenery was unique for a while.

During that time, the people of the world only knew him Xu Xiao, the king of Western Liang, but not Zhao Chun, the lord of his great departure.

Now Xu Xiaoguan has reached the Great Pillar Kingdom and has been named the King of Western Liang, becoming the only heterosexual king of the Great Li Dynasty, and he has long been unsealable and rewarded.

One step forward, it was the crown on his Zhao Chun’s head!

Although Xu Xiao also released Nanshan at this time, it seemed that he was already hidden and did not ask about the world’s affairs.

But the poisonous man Li Yishan and the white-robed Chen Zhibao are not simple characters.

With these people sleeping soundly on the side of the bed, Zhao Chun was naturally full of jealousy.

The rest of the dynasties were also in different minds.

The First Emperor and Wu Shu, each the king of a country, had the same mind at this time.

The First Emperor, who had almost stepped into the Confucian Saint realm because Xuanyuan Jingcheng had attained the Dao and almost stepped into the Confucian Saint realm, was almost unable to sit still at this time.

“Little Xi Liang, it’s such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!”

He sighed in a low voice.

The three Confucian saints who appear today are all people who have left the world.

A total of ten Confucian saints, which accounted for one-third of the current situation.

Two of them were even from Western Liang.

Not to mention that among the seven people who have not yet appeared, I don’t know if there are people from Da Liang or Xiliang.

Rao is the first emperor’s lifelong talent, and at this moment he also has to sigh a blessing in the west.

In the Great Zhou, Wu Shu’s beautiful face was also a little sad at this time.

Originally, when Li Yishan and Xuanyuan Jingcheng were sanctified, she could still maintain some imperial reserve.

But at the moment, it is a little strained.

Li Yishan is known as a poisonous warrior, but he still has a sense of proportion in his heart.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng is even more persistent in the sea of books, and there is no dispute with the world.

Only this Chen Zhileo was killed from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain!

Xu Xiao stepped on the Six Kingdoms and killed countless people, more than half of whom died at the hands of Chen Zhibao.

Get rid of a killing god!

Unlike the people of the rest of the dynasty, Xiliang was very happy at this time.

Xu Xiao grinned.

“The leopard is worthy of being my Western Liang Soldier Immortal!”

“Ranking eighth on the Confucian Saint List this time is really giving me a good wave of face in Xiliang!”

“After today, Yishan, you and the leopard are one and one martial, the two Confucian saints sit in my Western Liang, and who else dares to come and stroke the tiger’s whiskers!”

Xu Xiaonian squinted his eyes and skimmed Xu Xiao’s expression, but pulled his mouth with disdain.

“Chen Zhibao, this guy can be on the list?”

“Even if he is on the list, you don’t have to be so bothered old man, right?”

Xu Xiaonian, who was already a little difficult to deal with Chen Zhibao, looked at the people around him, everywhere singing praises to General Chen how mighty he was, and he was quite dissatisfied.

As if hearing Xu Xiaonian’s complaint, Li Yishan stepped forward and patted the former lightly on the shoulder.

“Don’t play on a child’s temper.”

“Although the leopard doesn’t deal with you very much on weekdays, it’s a good thing that he can be on the list after all.”

“He is already gifted and has always been diligent, and it is natural to have such achievements.”

“The position of Zhao Changling has not been lost after all, and it can be regarded as a successor.”

After speaking, he also couldn’t hold back a slight low smile.

Just as everyone was discussing the joy, above the sky, the gold list changed!

The golden brilliance suddenly spread around, the text gradually disappeared, and then a picture emerged.

As the golden words appeared, there was a sudden churning on the gold list, and then a chapter of young men’s faces appeared.

The man was dressed in a white robe and silver armor, holding a spear and straddling a horse, his eyes sharp as a blade.

One of the six righteous sons of Xu Xiao, the Western Liang Soldier Immortal Chen Zhi Leopard!

I saw Chen Zhibao half-supporting the back of the horse, looking at the yellow sand in front of him.

Dust and sand flew with the horse’s hooves.

It almost covers the sky and is flying and messy.

There is no end in sight at a glance.

Countless broken horse armor were stacked around, and Yin red blood was mottled, spreading along the invisible edge of the battlefield.

It was as if there was only a world of blood and sand.

Chen Zhibao’s young cheeks were already stained with blood at some point, adding a killing aura to his sharp face.

It seems that there is almost no youthful heart, and some of them are just generals who have experienced hundreds of battles in yellow sand and are stained with blood.

The gaze is as firm as a blade, clear as the water of a blue lake, but faintly shining with an unfathomable cold light.

It seems to be a sword that is enough to pierce people’s hearts.

As long as you look at him, you will even feel a bone-chilling cold.

Chen Zhibao has always been low-key and does not like to mix with personnel, so this is the first time most people have seen this legendary general.

But seeing the young cheeks in the picture, countless heroes in Kyushu were stunned for a while, and the original expectation and excitement cooled in an instant.

It’s like old ideas collapsed in an instant.

The Confucian Saint, who ranked eighth in the gold list, would look like this.

In everyone’s impression, most of the so-called Confucian saints are gentlemen dressed in green shirts, holding bamboo Jane in one hand and pen and ink in the other, smiling gently.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng is one of the most typical representatives.

Although the poisonous Li Yishan also followed Xu Xiao through countless bloody battles, in the end he was also a strategist, not a general who fought the world on horseback.

It’s not too much to say.

But Chen Zhibao is a general who completely kills the enemy in battle!

I have never heard of his principles, nor have I heard of any writings.

There are legends about Chen Zhibao, all of which are related to killing.

Just such a general whose hands do not know how much blood is stained, and I don’t know how many heads are hanging under the gun.

It was actually a Confucian saint handpicked by this heaven and earth?!

“Ridiculous!”

“If Chen Zhibao is a Confucian saint, I and other readers will never accept it!”

“A slaughterer, a butcher who only knows how to kill right, is also worthy?”

In the Daming Temple, a figure suddenly stood up and almost roared.

Everyone turned their eyes and saw that this person was Daming scholar, Wang Yangming.