Daqin: I became a saint by reading, and I started by summoning Daxue Longqi!

The sleeves fluttered, and there was a strong wind when there was no wind.

even!

In an instant, the surrounding air was squeezed out, making it difficult for those with weak cultivation to breathe.

He looked at Ying Ziye.

Fu Nian, Zhang Liang, and Yan Lu who rushed over after learning about the incident.

I just feel that my eyes are stinging, and the opponent is like a sharp sword with its scabbard, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Just look, his face is handsome and personable, but he is different from Fusu's gentleness and elegance.

It's a towering edge, overlooking the world, disdain for everything, like a god and devil!

Everyone couldn't help being secretly shocked by Ying Ziye's aura.

It was Ying Ziye who spoke first and smiled loudly.

"Haha, along the way, the water in Xiaoshengxian Village is shining, the pavilions, pavilions, waterside pavilions, rockery and pools are beautiful, and the vegetation is overgrown. It is really pleasing to the eye."

"There is even the sound of Confucian disciples reading aloud, with awe-inspiring righteousness..."

"Little Shengxian Village really deserves to be a Confucian holy place!"

Fu Nian and the others nodded in agreement.

"Alas?"

At this moment, Ying Ziye looked at Young Master Fusu and asked in surprise, "Brother is here too?"

Immediately, Ying Ziye put on a smile again and said, "What a coincidence!"

Even though Fusu felt all sorts of unhappiness and horror in his heart at this moment, he had no choice but to stand up and laugh along with him, "I didn't expect the eighth brother to come too."

"Ha ha!"

Ying Ziye shook the folding fan lightly in his hand, and said in a leisurely voice, "This time I'm visiting the East China Sea. Xiaoshengxian Village is located in Sanghai City. As a Confucian holy place, the distance is quite close."

"Wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't come here?"

Having said that, Ying Ziye waved his sleeves, stopped chatting, pointed to Jian Jiu and Yuan Tiangang behind him, and said, "I have a few incompetent subordinates. Majoring in Extraordinary, with superb swordsmanship, I want to compete with the three villa owners."

Hearing this, Fu Nian frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said: "The Eighth Young Master is naturally full of talents."

"We cultivate ourselves here all day long, so naturally we can't compare with the young master's subordinates."

"If you haven't tried it, how do you know?"

Jian Jiu grinned with yellow teeth, and smiled naively, eager to try!

Ying Ziye Yanfeng went a step further, with a sharp smile on his face and said: "Master, we have come from afar!"

"What's more, my lord really wants to see what kind of strength the Little Sage Village, known as the Holy Land of Confucianism, is!"

"Or...Little Shengxianzhuang, I don't want to give this young master this face!!!"

Chapter 51 Competition!

Little Sage Village!

The faces of Fu Nian and the others changed drastically!

Even the young master Fusu couldn't answer for a while.

Fu Nian stepped forward quickly, and hurriedly explained: "His Royal Highness, calm down, Fu Nian didn't mean that!"

"Then what do you mean?!" Ying Ziye couldn't help asking.

"This this……"

Fu Nian and the others looked at each other, not knowing how to defend themselves for a while.

Few moments.

Fu Nian cupped his hands and said: "Since His Royal Highness insists, we will obey."

"It's just that people of Confucianism don't like to fight, so can they judge their skills with the sword?"

Ying Ziye smiled slightly.

"Of course!"

Anyway, he didn't come to Xiaoshengxianzhuang this time to drive out Confucianism!

As long as the goal is achieved!

About a stick of incense.

Xiaoshengxianzhuang, next to the pool.

Ying Ziye arrived with Jian Jiu, Yuan Tiangang, Fusu and Fu Nian.

On the square, the Confucian disciples who practice martial arts saw this scene and stepped forward to join in the fun.

"Mr. Fu Nian, please!"

Yuan Tiangang stepped forward slowly, and gestured with his hand.

"it is good."

Fu Nian nodded slightly, and raised his sword.

From this person, he felt an extremely powerful aura, which he couldn't see through at all.

Standing on the wooden bridge above the pool, the two looked at each other and nodded.

The first competition, Yuan Tiangang and Fu Nian.

The competition begins!

bass!

Fu Nian drew out his sword Tai Ah.

Tai'a——Fengbeard Swordsmanship ranks third among the top ten famous swords. It was jointly forged by two sword masters, Ou Yezi and Ganjiang.

It is the sword of the princes' prestige and way. When it is released, the three elements of weather, location, and people are unified. The sword has not yet been completed, but the sword energy has already existed between heaven and earth.

It is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and it can be called a magic weapon!

Fu Nian pointed the long sword directly at the pool of water, infused with true qi, and the blood qi circulated.

Powerful sword energy was spurted out, rushing into the pool.

In an instant, the water in the pool boiled and flew into the air.

The water in the pool gathers and condenses into one body, forming a Confucian word!

Yuan Tiangang looked at the Tai'a sword in Fu Nian's hand with burning eyes.

There is still righteousness in the sword aura, and he can't help but praise: "It's really a good sword!"

Even a strong man like him, an old monster who has seen or even possessed many treasures, appreciates it.

It can be seen that the Tai'a sword is indeed extremely precious.

Fu Nian smiled faintly: "Thank you sir for your compliment!"

"Ok!"

Yuan Tiangang responded, looked at Jian Jiu, and said, "Lend me a sword!"

"Give you!"

Jian Jiu didn't delay, a long sword flew out of the sword box behind him, shining silver, it was Dragon Snake.

Clang!

Yuan Tiangang caught the dragon and snake, with the buzzing of sword energy, he stabbed into the pool water, and a burst of sword energy shot up into the sky.

The water in the pool instantly set off huge waves, and water droplets condensed in the air, turning into water droplets.

The water droplets are tiny, and each water droplet is only the size of a grain of rice.

Seeing this scene, Fu Nian and Zhang Liang couldn't help being horrified.

To be able to achieve such a subtle level with only sword energy and sword intent!

If the water drops were only the size of a grain of rice, they wouldn't be so horrified, but the problem is that there are tens of thousands of these water drops!

Manipulate such a large number of water droplets, and they are still so small.

It shows that not only strong strength is required, but also the power to control the sword qi and sword intent must be meticulous and controlled!

Whoosh whoosh!

The water droplets rotated at high speed, and they began to form an army like an army.

It even formed a Confucian character for a while, a Dao character for a while, and finally turned into a sword character!

Bang bang bang!

The sword character slammed into the Confucian character.

Seeing this, Fu Nian hurriedly manipulated the sword energy to solidify the Confucian characters.

It didn't help at all.

Hit by a sword character.

The raging fierce sword energy is extremely powerful and invincible.

The word Confucianism was immediately shattered.

It turned into mist all over the sky and drifted away, like a rain.

"I... lost."

Fu Nian's face was terrified. At that moment just now, he actually felt the breath of death.

It seemed that anytime, anywhere, he would be killed by that sword character turned into a long sword.

This person is really extremely powerful!

Looking at Yuan Tiangang, Fu Nian admitted defeat.

"The big manor actually lost?"

Confucian disciples couldn't believe it.

"How is it possible that the big villa owner lost to an unknown person!"

"Who is the man in the iron mask in the black robe and cloak?"

"Across such a long distance, the fierceness in it makes my hair stand on end!"

Confucian disciples talked a lot.

Yuan Tiangang put away the dragon and snake, cupped his hands and said, "Admit it!"

The two back off.

Yan Lu's face was heavy.

Just now Confucianism has lost face once, even if they can't win a round, they will still be tied!

"Please!"

Yan Lu looked at the ordinary old man Jian Jiu, and made a gesture of please.

Jian Jiu smiled freely.

"Hey!"

The two came to Chishui Bridge, where Yuan Tiangang and Fu Nian were just now.

A long sword flew out from behind Jian Jiu.

Huang Lu!

Sword Nine—Bad horse rice wine six thousand miles.