1457: C1457 Confucianism

C1457 Confucianism

The first match of the Spirit Mountain Competition was held in the arena of the Nine Heavens Revolving Region of the Tai Cang Pavilion. Those who were beaten out of the testing grounds had zero points. The winner would get one point, and each person would participate in ten matches. Those who were below five points would be eliminated, and the top two hundred would be selected according to the ranking.

There were about a thousand people in this competition. Su Bai looked at the cards in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

666...

The time he was arranged for the competition was in the afternoon. He spent the morning in the crowd to join in the fun.

Xing Wuya gently stroked his fan. This time, he brought a feather fan with a smile on his face.

When Su Bai saw Xing Wuya, he nodded and said, "Why don't you use the fan? Change the fan?"

He remembered a sentence. He was handsome and handsome. As he laughed and laughed, he forcefully turned the fan into ashes. Xing Wuya. Xing Wuya was the one who said this.

"Just click on it. Besides, I don't have any intention of competing. No matter who wins or loses, I will still be a guide to the Domain of Heaven's Boundaries."

"I thought I was predetermined. I didn't expect you to be the one who was predetermined."

Su Bai had recently felt that Xing Wuya was about to break through as well. The spiritual energy around him was restless, as if he was stuck at a bottleneck.

He wanted to ask Xing Wuya if he needed any help, but he didn't. Unexpectedly, Xing Wuya said, "Recently, the Sky Spill Soul seems to be a bit unstable. I was wondering if it has something to do with the impending breakthrough. ... Moreover, during this period of restlessness, I can't see through many people."

As he finished speaking, Xing Wuya pointed at the nearest person in the training field.

"His entire body is wrapped in black Qi. He is impetuous and will definitely lose, but I can't see the end of him."

Su Bai frowned. It was normal that Xing Wuya couldn't see through him. Moreover, they had known each other for so long, and it seemed like there wasn't anyone in Xing Wuya's group who couldn't see through him.

This was strange.

This matter did not affect the two of them for long. Instead, they focused on the competition.

Although Su Bai was still at the middle stage of the Soul Formation realm, not all of the people in the Domain of Azure Billow were ordinary people. There were still people who would stand out.

Not long later, a gentle scholar appeared on the stage. He was elegant and elegant, and his opponent was indeed a strong man with a butcher's knife in his hand.

The burly man was a head taller than the scholar, and he was full of muscles. When he saw the scholar enter the arena, the corners of his mouth curled up. "Hey, did you go the wrong way? This little bone of yours isn't even enough for a single punch from me."

The scholar bowed slightly. "I am Wen Jiangming. Please advise me."

He didn't seem to hear the burly man's words. He bowed three more times and respectfully caused the burly man to laugh out loud.

"Wen Jiangming? He seems to be a monk. The burly man next door seems to be using a saber as his main body. He seems to be quite strong."

Qi Tian, who was paying attention on the stage, squinted his eyes. He felt that this scholarly cultivator seemed to be somewhat interesting.

Su Bai looked at the man and smiled. This man called Wen Jiangming had already offered incense to the man. The big fool didn't even know that.

Su Bai poked Xing Wuya and said in a low voice, "Who do you think will win? "I bet on that monk."

Xing Wuya sighed: "That monk is indeed interesting, I also have high hopes for him"

In the cultivation world, there were countless cultivators. They were roughly divided into spiritual cultivators, which were normal human cultivators, demonic cultivators, demonic cultivators, Confucianism cultivators, ghosts and so on. Confucianism cultivators were an extremely rare cultivation sect, and their strength...

They were indeed trash.

It would be better to use this skill to write a few more poems.

To be exact, Confucianism's weapon was brush, ink, paper, and ink. It was fine to bite off words, but to use it to fight and kill seemed to be making a big fuss over nothing.

"Let's watch the competition." Xing Wuya knew that Su Bai was interested in this fan.

The burly man rubbed his hands and picked up the fifty kilogram broadsword. He swung it at the ground, shaking the surroundings.

The scholar was shaken to the point of not being able to stand properly. The burly man looked at him and laughed. Not only the burly man, but the others who were watching the show also burst into laughter.

Wen Jiangming unhurriedly took out a brush made of Nanmu. The burly man raised his eyebrows. "Is this your weapon? Don't say that I'm bullying a weak scholar who doesn't even have the strength to truss a chicken later."

His tone was filled with contempt.

Even the people below the stage started to jeer.

"Yeah, get down. Don't get slapped to death later."

"Damn, why are you asking for trouble!"

Wen Jiangming ignored the voices below. He raised his brush and said, "Please."

The burly man was indifferent and did not treat Wen Jiangming as his opponent at all. With a swing of his saber, a bloody clamour was immediately followed, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

This burly man was at most a Nascent Infant warrior.

Su Bai didn't take this kind of person seriously. He was just curious whether Wen Jiangming's small body could be kept.

The burly man let out a deep groan. The floating butcher knife made a clank sound as it slashed towards Wen Jiangming's face. The whistling sound of the wind made people tremble with fear.

And the scholar cleverly dodged it. No matter how hard the burly man attacked, it did not touch him. He could not help but feel somewhat annoyed.

"Damn it, if you fight, then fight. What kind of man is hiding!?"

When Su Bai heard this, he almost laughed to death.

Look at the two of them. This burly man didn't feel ashamed when he said these words.

Wen Jiangming immediately stopped in front of the burly man when he heard the sound. The burly man swung his saber and attacked Wen Jiangming directly. As they were about to touch each other, sparks flew out!

Wen Jiangming raised his brush, and the surrounding spiritual energy flashed. He held the brush and wantonly wrote something in the air. In the air, there was a black and powerful font.

Good words were good, but they couldn't withstand a single strike from the burly man.

Just as everyone was about to sigh, the brawny man was suddenly knocked out of the training field. With a bang, he crashed into the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Wen Jiangming in astonishment.

The scholar respectfully bowed. Everything happened too quickly. It was just a single move and it was gone!

Su Bai saw it very clearly. This scholar's ink carried a destructive power. It seemed to be different from other scholarly cultivators. His attacks were extremely fierce.

What he wrote in the air just now was that one should not judge a book by its cover!

Xing Wuya clapped his hands to express his excitement. Wen Jiang Ming looked at him and then calmly left the stage.

Later on, this scholar won two or three more matches. The solution was also done in one move. His cultivation realm was roughly around Nascent Infant.

Su Bai had no choice but to express his curiosity towards Wen Jiangming.

"This man is really interesting."

"It's your turn." Xing Wuya patted Su Bai's shoulder.

Su Bai lazily jumped onto the training platform and looked at the person in front of him. "I'll give you a chance. You can go down yourself. I won't do anything to you later."

The man pursed his lips: "Who are you looking down on?"0

"I'm just a friendly reminder." Su Bai shook his finger.

The man was so angry that he immediately threw a flame at Su Bai and wiped his face.

"Very good. Kid, you have attracted my attention." Su Bai didn't even dodge. Wasn't this man asking for trouble?

The subtext was, I will play with you.

The flames were fierce and burned on the ground without any restraint. The level of this fire seed was not low. Unfortunately, it could not hurt Su Bai at all.

"Bring it on!" The man shouted. His Qi wasn't any weaker than his opponent's.

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