Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

In the dim light, Yan Hui could barely see the other party's appearance.

His voice and appearance are all like that of the Master, who is the most virtuous person in the world.

In a daze, I was confused.

"Master..."

"How dare Yan Hui!"

Saying this, Yan Hui broke the bamboo in his hand and asked for forgiveness.

But in the blink of an eye, his consciousness regained half of his consciousness.

wrong! How can Master allow his disciples to fall into great rebellion?

Aristotle was very shocked. As long as he engraved his real name in "Nicomachean Ethics", it would absolutely disrupt the other person's thinking. It would be impossible for Yan Hui to regain his consciousness.

"who is it!"

Aristotle was furious, Yan Hui's real name was erased from the "Nicomachean Ethics" in his hand, and at the same time the entire book began to burn itself.

Aristotle was inexplicably panicked. The book, one of his three sacred objects, was reduced to ashes.

"Asshole! You are pretending to be a ghost. Who are you? Come out and see me!"

Deep in the void, at the end of the great mist, I don’t know where the sound came from.

I heard an old but gentle response: "Young Jian kid, you pretend to be me, but you ask me who I am?"

Only sounds were heard, no shadows were manifested.

Everyone was blinded, but they had already guessed.

But before anyone could think about it, Aristotle also spontaneously combusted.

Wei Liuyan returned to the ring, looking at this scene with clear eyes and ears.

"Master, I feel ashamed, but I'd like to thank you for your kindness."

!!!

"Ah ah ah, Master! Is it really Master! Hurry!"

"Hurry and pay homage to our greatest saint, and welcome Master Confucius!"

The people of the Dragon Kingdom were so excited that they wanted to kneel down and pray, but they couldn't.

Not even asking for help.

"Why can't you invite me? Is it because the master didn't come, or is he not allowed?"

That's right, it's not allowed.

The Master did not want to receive this great gift, or even cause a sensation.

But people from the Dragon Kingdom, can they not be excited? If there were no Taoist Three Purities, the only saint in China, the one most worthy of being a saint, and the one who could become a saint in reality, was none other than Confucius.

Even in most people's opinion, the word saint comes from Confucius.

Also specifically refers to Confucius.

Kotaka-chan: "Although I'm also looking forward to it, I'm still scared."

Fortunately, Confucius did not come.

But on the stage, Aristotle could not stop this self-immolation.

Crazy anxious.

"What kind of fire is this? It can't be extinguished no matter what!"

Yan Hui walked forward, smiling as he walked: "This is the fire in the heart. The so-called appearance comes from the heart. If you insist on going your own way, this fire will never be extinguished."

Immediately he murmured: "I will follow Master's teachings, restrain myself and return to etiquette."

Do not see anything inappropriate, hear nothing inappropriate, speak nothing inappropriate, do nothing inappropriate,

But there are always times when perfection cannot be achieved. "

This is also the reason why he is only a restored saint, not a true saint.

Aristotle couldn't bear to listen, and subconsciously changed from his belly appearance back to his original appearance.

Only then did the ever-growing self-igniting fire extinguish.

Aristotle was still frightened and wanted to ask, but did not dare to mention the name: "Was he your teacher just now?"

Yan Hui nodded.

"You just scolded him as an old man, so you got angry."

"No, no, no, I didn't scold, no..." Aristotle panicked.

He was afraid that the master would do something to him again.

Yan Hui, however, seemed unwilling to give in. He shouted out two words: "Asshole."

"Ah, I..." Aristotle sighed, "I didn't know he was the Master."

Aristotle now looks less like a respected master and more like a child who made mistakes.

Yes, in front of the Master, who is not a child?

The audience below finally solved the case. Western philosophers and sages cannot compare to the Master.

Confucius didn't even show up, and Aristotle was completely defeated, and the outcome was basically decided.

Ye Tian was on the altar and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Are you about to win?

A victory in the first game would at least not put too much pressure on him.

"No! It's not that simple. The master is great, but it's not his disciples who are great. People nowadays always have a kind of mysterious self-confidence. To use an idiom, it's like a fox pretending to be a tiger."

There are too many such phenomena. Let’s take writing a novel as an example.

The head boss sells tens of millions of dollars. I know the head boss.

So I = boss.

Xiaoyingjiang believes that Yan Hui is such a person.

"The most powerful one is Confucius. I admit that, but it's not you."

If Confucius hadn't intervened at the critical moment, Yan Hui would have probably...

In the ring, Aristotle faced Yan Hui again.

Three points of solemnity, seven points of fear.

"I finally understand that this arena has been unfair since I entered the arena. You have Confucius' support."

Aristotle, I don’t know how to end it.

He could only leave by killing Yan Hui, but Confucius would not let him succeed.

So what’s the point of continuing this kind of battle?

I can't just kill myself. I'll be done with it, right?

Yan Hui did not deny this: "Yes, Master cherishes me and can't help but take action. Actually..."

"I can handle it. Just now, I just responded to the situation."

You turned into the master and asked me to stab you because you expected that I would not dare to stab the master. So if you do,

Whose?

Yan Hui was indeed in trouble. He wanted to kill Aristotle.

But if you become like the master, then I can only pretend to be confused.

Anyway, no matter what, it wasn’t the Master I stabbed, it was you.

"Crack!"

The bamboo pieces in the hand reunited, and when everyone was stunned and didn't react, they stabbed out.

It hit Aristotle right at the heart and instantly penetrated his heart.

"You..." Aristotle didn't know what to say.

It won't hurt if you don't poke it in the morning. I haven't finished my emotion yet, so let's do this.

It stands to reason that a sneak attack would be difficult for people of their level to succeed.

But this time it was different. Under the influence of Confucius, Aristotle's mood was greatly damaged and he lost his instincts.

"I'm sorry, Master, I really want to sacrifice my life for yours."

"It's a pity that our Confucian sect has been restored. I can't lose this match."

Yan Hui was not pretending, he was telling the truth. In this regard, he surpassed many people and gods.

Because as early as when he was eighteen years old, he had already seen through the destiny of life and death.

Death is not an irreversible thing for him.

This is terrible.

At the same time, Aristotle's eyes were filled with blood. He gathered his infinite strength and took advantage of the situation to reach Yan Hui's heart with one hand. In an instant, blood filled the sky.

Another explosive scene stung everyone's eyes.

"No, don't you even dodge such a fatal attack?"

Aristotle did not hide, and neither did Yan Hui, as if they were exchanging blood.

"Among all my truths, there is one truth that makes me most proud, that is, there is no absolute winner in this world. Maybe I will die, but..."

"I must take you with me."

Aristotle's broken heart bloomed into a scarlet flower.

His time is almost up.

But he had the same doubt as the audience: "You knew this blow would kill you, why didn't you hide?"

Yan Hui smiled miserably: "You know better than me, you can't hide."

"Since you can't avoid it, just accept it, but it's time for you to go."