God of martial arts

　　Fusu pointed to the classics in the building, and said in a cold tone: "Mr. Fu Nian, why is there not a book written by Qin Zhuan in the huge library?"

　　"Emperor Father promulgated an edict at the beginning of the pacification of the Six Kingdoms, and the scripts in the world are unified in Qin seal script, but now in the Confucian library, they are all in the scripts of the Six Kingdoms...Mr. Fu Nian, can you explain?"

　　While Fusu was suddenly in trouble, Li Si looked like an old god.

　　Seeing this, Zhang Liang couldn't help saying "Oops" to himself, only then did he realize what Li Si's intention was for leading Fusu to the library!

　　On the other hand, the face of Fu Nianyan Road also became ugly in an instant. This time Fusu and his party came here with no good intentions, and the matter on the 590th floor of the library may eventually turn into a case of Fusu's attack on Confucianism. Excuse……

　　Fu Nian bit the bullet and explained: "Your Highness Mingjian, the classics in the library are all left by my Confucian sages. At that time, His Majesty Qin Huang hadn't unified the world, so this matter is purely coincidental!"

　　However, at this moment, Zhao Gao chuckled and said, "Even in the Seven Kingdoms era, besides the Six Kingdoms, there are no classics in our Qin Kingdom that can be included in the Confucian library? Not to mention anything else, I will ask Duke Lu and his disciples Isn't Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals a classic that will survive forever?"

　　"This..." Facing Zhao Gao's further questioning, beads of sweat could not help but appear on Fu Nian's forehead.

　　Fu Su's face was very gloomy, seeing that Fu Nian was speechless, he snorted heavily.

　　At this moment, a waiter came to report: "Your Highness, your distinguished guest has arrived!"

　　Fusu's face was filled with joy, and he said, "Quickly please."

　　Immediately, everyone present felt dazzled, and a graceful figure suddenly appeared in the library.

　　All the Confucianists present, whether it was Fu Nian or Zhang Liang, felt a burst of unease. Fusu even invited a distinguished guest?

　　At this time, the honored guest whom Fusu spoke of showed his appearance under the gaze of everyone.

　　That is Master Xiaomeng who rushed over from the Taoist sect! .

Chapter 88 Little Sage and Xianzhuang, Talking about Dao with a Sword (1/4, please subscribe automatically)

　　The moment he saw Master Xiaomeng, Zhang Liang had some guesses about her identity.

　　Master Xiaomeng is the head of the Tianzong of Taoism, and Xiaoyaozi is the head of the Taoism.

　　Although the Xueji sword is in Renzong's hands, the Taoist clan is the orthodox now, but one must not underestimate the Tianzong people just because of this!

　　On the contrary, Zhang Liang knew that Master Xiaomeng in front of him was definitely an extremely powerful person.

　　He is already the head of the Tianzong of Taoism, and his talent is outstanding, which can be seen.

　　It was also because of this that even Fusu and Li Si had to treat each other politely. It would not be an exaggeration to call them VIPs!

　　Fusu said politely: "Mr. Xiaomeng is here. It is Fusu's honor to invite Master Xiaomeng out of the mountain."

　　Master Xiaomeng saluted slightly, and said indifferently: "Your Highness, you are welcome. Your Highness invited me here, do you want me to let me deal with Confucianism?"

　　As soon as this remark came out, Zhang Liangfunian and other Confucian people couldn't help but look unhappy, even Fusu and Li Si couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment.

　　Although they have the idea of ​​attacking Confucianism in their hearts, but like Master Xiaomeng, if they disagree with each other, they will directly say that they will deal with it... It is still too simple and rude!

　　Fu Su Zhengrong said: "Master Xiaomeng is a rare genius in Taoism for hundreds of years, and the Confucian leaders present are all talented and heroic. This time it is better for us to discuss Taoism with swords. I don't know Mr. Fu Nian how about?"

　　Fusu's face was full of joy and anger, but after the incident of the library's classics just now, the Confucianists certainly would not believe that the sword competition proposed by Fusu this time was just a discussion of Taoism.

　　The argument is false, but shock and awe is the truth!

　　Fusu's visit to Xiaoshengxianzhuang this time really had the idea of ​​beating or even dealing with Confucianism, otherwise, there is no need to invite a master Xiaomeng to target Confucianism...

　　All of a sudden, all the Confucianists present felt a great sense of crisis.

　　And just when Fu Nian was having trouble thinking of a countermeasure for a moment, there was a burst of hearty laughter outside.

　　"Since Master Xiaomeng is the honored guest of Mr. Fusu, and wants to compete with Confucianism, the distinguished guests who are also invited by Confucianism naturally cannot stay out of the matter. I hope Mr. Fusu will not hesitate to teach you"¨!"

　　When they heard the voice, everyone was dazzled again, just like when Master Xiaomeng appeared before.

　　At this time, everyone present could see clearly that the person who came was dressed in white, and his appearance was extremely handsome, and that peerless demeanor standing with a sword behind his back was really like a banished immortal descending to earth!

　　When he saw the appearance of the person who came in, Fu Su couldn't help saying: "Zhao Xuan?!"

　　Fusu subconsciously looked at the faces of the Confucians, but didn't see anything, and instantly understood that the Confucians had already communicated with Zhao Xuan.

　　"Hmph!" Fusu snorted coldly, his face extremely gloomy: "Confucianism... is very good!"

　　When he saw Zhao Xuan in Xiaoshengxianzhuang, Fusu completely regarded the Confucianists as hostile forces in his heart.

　　In this way, Fusu naturally blamed Confucianism on Haiyue Xiaozhu's assassination.

　　At the same time, the moment Zhao Xuan appeared, the master guards around Li Si all stood up and waited in full force.

　　As long as Li Si gives an order, he will immediately take action to capture Zhao Xuan, who is the leader of the world's anti-Qin rebellion!

　　Zhao Xuan was well aware of this, but his expression was always calm, and there was even a slight sarcasm.

　　He turned his head to look at Li Si, as if to say, these people alone want to stop me?

　　The contempt in the eyes was beyond words.

　　Li Si said expressionlessly: "Mr. Xuan, long time no see. This time, Mr. Xuan appeared in Sanghai City alone. Even the truth has to admire your courage!"

　　Zhao Xuan said indifferently: "If there are only those idiots under Li Xiangguo's hands in Sanghai City, then I will naturally come and leave whenever I want!"

　　"Why do you need courage?"

　　Zhao Xuan's gaze was like a torch, and when Li Si looked at each other, even Li Si couldn't help showing a trace of unnaturalness on his face.

　　Immediately, without waiting for Li Si's answer, Zhao Xuan turned his head to Fusu and said, "Your Highness Fusu, do you think so?"

　　Fusu's face was frosty, and he didn't speak, but he glanced left and right, especially at Zhao Gao.

　　Zhao Xuan squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Does His Highness Fusu think that with these cats and dogs, he can keep this young master?"

　　While speaking, Zhao Xuan's temperament suddenly changed, and a sharp breath spread from his body, and quickly enveloped the people present.

　　Not only Fu Su, but even Li Si and Zhao Gao couldn't help but change their expressions when they felt Zhao Xuan's incomparable aura, and finally gave up the idea of ​​doing it here.

　　There is not only Zhao Xuan here, but also all the Confucianists. The current situation is very clear, and the Confucianism is obviously already part of Zhao Xuan's group!

　　The expression on Fusu's face was a little uncertain, and he didn't know what to think.

　　On the other side, Master Xiaomeng, the honored guest invited by Fusu, looked up and down Zhao Xuan with a curious look, and there seemed to be a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

　　"¨You are Zhao Xuan?" Master Xiaomeng said suddenly.

　　Only then did Zhao Xuan notice that the distinguished guest invited by Fusu was actually a young girl with a pretty face. He couldn't help being taken aback, and subconsciously nodded.

　　Master Xiaomeng suddenly showed a stiff smile, and then his face returned to the indifference of being thousands of miles away from others.

　　At the same time, when they saw Zhao Xuan, the Confucianists behaved differently.

　　Zhang Liang seemed to be trying to suppress the excitement in his heart. After the fall of Korea, Zhao Xuan asked Zhang Liang to come to the Confucianism of Qi State, and he had today's Qi Lu Sanjie.

　　But Zhang Liang has never forgotten the friendship he had back then, let alone his elder brother Zhao Xuan!

　　Xun Fuzi and Yan Lu didn't have any special changes on their faces (Nuo's), but they both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

　　With Zhao Xuan around, they didn't have to worry so much about Fusu and Li Si who were approaching menacingly.

　　But Fu Nian's performance is somewhat intriguing.

　　From the original point of view, Fu Nian, who wants to preserve the foundation of Confucianism for hundreds of years, does not want to stand in the array of anti-Qin.

　　But now Fusu and Li Si are not kind, and they are persecuting step by step, but Fu Nian has a hard time making a choice.

　　At this time, Fu Nian had mixed feelings about Zhao Xuan's timely appearance.

　　On the one hand, because they knew Zhao Xuan's strength, they no longer worried about today's sword competition.

　　On the other hand, Fu Nian was also worried. The appearance of Zhao Xuan left him with no choice.

　　If you want not to oppose Qin in the future, you can't argue with a hundred words.

　　It can be said that Confucianism has completely turned against Fusu Lisi now! .

Chapter 89 Sword Name Hanguang, Yan Lu's Strength (2/4)

　　Fu Nian sighed, but he was also a decisive person. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly made up his mind.

　　Since the internal forces of the empire are complicated and intrigue, some people deliberately frame Confucianism, and there is also the old enemy Li Si.

　　Now Fusu even believes that the assassination was done by Confucianism, and brought heavy troops to Confucianism, aggressive, so why do Confucianists care about these things?

　　It's better to give it a go, follow Mr. Xuan directly, start to fight against Qin, and finally achieve righteousness for the common people in the world!

　　Thinking of this, Fu Nian sighed, and had already made a decision, and said: "Everyone, please move forward and go to the Confucianism Hall for a detailed discussion!"

　　Fusu immediately withdrew his gaze from Zhao Xuan, but felt a little hasty in his heart.

　　After all, in real terms, even if Confucianism had a personal relationship with Zhao Xuan first, and finally pushed Confucianism into the anti-Qin camp, there was also a share of credit behind it.

　　But Fusu immediately dispelled this kind of reflection, and began to think about how to sharpen the spirit of Confucianism in the sword competition and discussion later, so as to let Confucianism know that the empire is powerful and invincible!

　　No matter how strong Zhao Xuan is, he is only one person. According to the rules, he can only win one match.

　　And for the remaining few games, won't it be easy for one's own masters to win?

　　What's more, with Master Xiaomeng around, whether Zhao Xuan can win or not is still unknown...

　　In the main hall of Confucianism, both sides are seated.

　　Fu Nian gave up the original head of the family, and as a guest, Fu Su, because he planned to try his best to restore the Confucianism, so he also maintained the courtesy of the guest at this moment.

　　In the end, the seat of honor fell on Master Xun, who was the oldest and most respected person present.

　　Although on the surface, the two parties have not broken their faces for the time being, but Li Si and others are in the same situation as Zhao Xuan.

　　No matter whether it was Zhao Gao or Zhang Han, the eyes they looked at Zhao Xuan were full of murderous intent.

　　As for the masters under them, they looked like they were ready to catch the leader of the anti-Qin rebellion at any time.

　　The surrounding atmosphere is already tense, as if just a little friction can trigger a fierce battle.

　　Zhao Xuan knew everything around him by heart, but his face was always calm and composed. While sipping tea, he secretly observed the master Xiaomeng who became the head of the heavenly (cbah) sect of Taoism at a young age.

　　After some observation, even Zhao Xuan had to admit that Master Xiaomeng was indeed extraordinary, which made him feel vaguely incomprehensible.

　　However, Zhao Xuan understood that this was because Master Xiaomeng had been in seclusion for many years, and his Taoism cultivation had reached the perfection level. If he really wanted to fight, he should not be his opponent.

　　At this moment, Yan Lu from the Confucian side walked directly to the center of the hall.

　　Today's Yan Lu has changed from his humble and meek appearance in the past. He holds an extraordinary saber in his hand, and there is a sense of sharpness all over his body!

　　Yan Lu, who was originally modest and low-key, stood directly opposite Fu Su, Li Si and the others at this moment, and then spoke slowly.

　　"Since His Royal Highness wants to compete swords with my Confucianism, and Yan Lu is not talented, I would like to try the sword of the masters in the Young Master's mansion!"

　　"Today, we will have three competitions, and we will send a master to each match. What do you think, my lord?"

　　Yan Lu's gaze was like lightning, and he slowly swept across Fusu Lisi and the others, his body was as imposing as a rainbow, how could he still have his usual elegant appearance?

　　Sensing Yan Lu's momentum and fighting spirit, everyone looked sideways at him. They all said that among the three heroes of Qilu, Fu Nian was steady, Zhang Liang was resourceful, and Yan Lu, who was second, was the most moderate.

　　Now both Fusu and Li Si realized that Yan Lu's real situation was very different from the information.

　　Modesty gentleman, gentle and gentle, this is just Yan Lu's appearance on weekdays.

　　Now it seems that Yan Lu's strength is probably not inferior to any top master in the world!

　　Fusu's eyes froze, as if he wanted to see clearly how much power Confucianism was hiding, but he also felt more and more in his heart that he couldn't directly push Confucianism, which secretly possessed such great energy, to the opposite of anti-Qin.

　　Fusu exclaimed in a kind of gentleness that no one expected: "It turns out that Mr. Yan Lu is also a good player in this field, which surprised me. Since this is the case, then I will follow Mr. Yan Lu's words and compete in three rounds. Each game sends a master!"

　　"This first match... wins seven, you go and fight Mr. Yan Lu!"

　　Fusu turned his head and glanced at Shengqi.

　　Sheng Qi snorted coldly, then picked up the huge and heavy Juque sword, and walked slowly into the center of the hall, the killing intent in his eyes was as real as it was, cold and bloodthirsty.

　　Facing Sheng Qi's terrifying gaze, Yan Lu was happy and unafraid. He raised his eyes and looked at Sheng Qi without any change in the expression on his face.

　　At this moment, Shengqi finally decided that the person standing in front of him was a real opponent, even a strong enemy.

　　Sheng Qi squinted his eyes and observed the sword in Yan Lu's hand. It was a very strange sword, the body of the sword was like light, faintly visible, but what kind of sharp swordsmanship would a person with such a sword have?

　　Soon, Sheng Qi will know.

　　Different from ordinary swordsmen, Yan Lu didn't seem to have the slightest breath of sword, no sword intent adjusted to the peak|peak, and no sword energy gushing out.

　　And the more confrontation, the weirder Sheng Qi felt in his heart, and in the end, it seemed that the energy in him was also taken away by Yan Lu!

　　With a loud roar, Sheng Qi decided not to look for the opponent's weakness, but chose to attack immediately, using his unparalleled sword energy to defeat the opponent's every means.

　　"Die!"