Chapter 1,457 Confucianism Cultivator

The first match of the Lingshan Competition was held at the trial ground of Tai Cang Pavilion Jiutian Xuanyu. There were five groups competing at a time. Just click on them. Those who were kicked out of the trial ground will be counted as zero points, and the winner will be given one point. Everyone who participated After ten games, those with less than five points will be eliminated, and the top two hundred people will be selected based on their score 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 games he was scheduled to play were all in the afternoon, and he would join in the fun with the crowd in the morning.

Xing Wuya gently caressed the fan. This time he was wearing a feather fan, smiling brightly.

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

He remembered a sentence, a majestic figure, a feather fan and a turban, and in the midst of chatting and laughing, the force was wiped out into ashes. Xing Wuya was the person mentioned in this sentence.

"Just click on it. Besides, I have no intention of competing. No matter whether I win or lose, I will set foot on the Qingtian Star Territory as a guide."

"I thought I was the one who got the nod, but I didn't expect you to be the one who got the nod." ??

Su Bai recently felt that Xing Wuya was about to break through. The spiritual energy around him was a little restless, as if it was stuck in a bottleneck period.

I wanted to ask Xing Wuya if he needed help, but I didn't expect Xing Wuya to say, "Recently, Tianyan Soul seems to be a little unstable. I'm wondering if it has something to do with the impending breakthrough... Moreover, during this restless period, I can’t see through a lot of people.”

After saying that, Xing Wuya pointed at a person on the nearest trial ground.

"He is surrounded by black energy, impetuous, and bound to fail, but I can't see his future."

Su Bai frowned. It was normal for Xing Wuya not to be able to see him clearly. Moreover, the two had known each other for so long, and Xing Wuya seemed to have no one who could not see through him.

This is strange.

This incident did not affect the two of them for long, but they focused on watching the game.

Although Su Bai's realm is still in the middle stage of becoming a god, the Canglan Star Territory is not complete either.

They are average people, but some will stand out.

After a while, a gentle scholar-like person appeared on the stage, delicate and elegant, and his opponent was indeed a strong man with a pagoda knife in his hand.

The strong man was a head taller than the scholar, and he was full of muscles. When he saw the scholar coming on the scene, the corners of his mouth raised, "Hey, did you make a mistake? Your little bones are not big enough for me to punch you."

The scholar bowed slightly, "I'm Wen Jiangming, please give me some advice."

He didn't seem to hear the strong man's words, so he bowed three more times, respectfully, making the strong man laugh.

"Wen Jiangming? He seems to be a Confucian cultivator. The strong man next door seems to be mainly skilled in swordsmanship. He feels that his strength is pretty good."

Qitian, who was paying attention on the stage, narrowed his eyes. He felt that this Confucian cultivator seemed to be interesting.

Su Bai looked at the strong man and smiled. Good guy, this guy named Wen Jiangming had already offered incense to the strong man, but that stupid big guy didn't even know it yet.

Su Bai poked Xing Wuya and whispered, "Who do you think will win? I'll beat the Confucian cultivator."

Xing Wuya sighed, "That Confucian cultivator is indeed interesting, and I'm also optimistic about him."

In the world of cultivation, there are countless practitioners, who are roughly divided into spiritual cultivation, that is, normal human cultivation, demon cultivation, demon cultivation, Confucianism cultivation, ghost cultivation, etc. Confucianism cultivation is an extremely rare sect of cultivation, and its strength...

It's really rubbish.

It would be better to use this time to write more poems.

To be precise, the weapons of Confucianism cultivators are pens, inks, paper and inkstones. This thing is fine for wording, but it seems a bit fussy to use it for fighting and killing people.

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

The strong man rubbed his hands by mistake and raised

He stood up and swung the fifty-pound sword beside him towards the ground, causing the whole place to tremble.

If the scholar had not experienced the wind, he was shaken to the point of losing his balance. The strong man burst into laughter. Not only the strong man, but also the other spectators burst into laughter.

Wen Jiangming slowly took out a nanmu writing brush, and the strong man raised his eyebrows, "Is this your weapon? Don't tell me later that I bully a weak scholar who has no strength."

There was a slow contempt in his tone.

Even the people in the audience booed.

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

"Harm, why are you asking for trouble!"

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

The strong man was careless and did not regard Wen Jiangming as his opponent. He moved his sword, followed by bloody shouts, and the atmosphere instantly rose.

This strong man is only a quick Nascent Soul person at best.

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

The strong man let out a deep roar, and the pagoda sword clanked as he slashed towards Wen Jiangming's head and face. The sound of the howling wind made those who watched frightened.

The scholar cleverly avoided it, and the strong man didn't touch him no matter how he attacked, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Damn it, if we fight, we'll fight. What kind of man are we hiding?"

When Su Bai heard this, he almost died laughing.

Look at the figures of the two of them, this strong man is not ashamed to say this.

When Wen Jiangming heard the sound, he immediately stopped in front of the strong man. The strong man lowered his sword and attacked Wen Jiangming head-on. He was about to touch him before he saw it, and sparks flew out!

I saw Wen Jiangming raising his pen, and a spiritual energy flashed around him. He was writing something wantonly in the air with his pen, and the air was filled with

The font is elegant and powerful.

Good words are good, but they can't withstand a strong man's sword.

Just when everyone was about to sigh, the strong man was suddenly kicked out of the training ground, hit the wall with a bang, vomited a mouthful of blood, and looked at Wen Jiangming in shock.

The scholar saluted respectfully. All this happened too fast, just one move and it was gone!

Su Bai saw clearly that this scholar's ink was lethal, and seemed to be different from other Confucian cultivators. His attacks were extremely fierce.

What he just wrote in the air is "Don't judge a book by its cover!"

Xing Wuya clapped his hands to express his excitement. Wen Jiangming glanced at him and then left the stage calmly.

Later, the scholar had two or three more games and won them all. The solutions were all solved in one move. His realm was probably around Yuanying.

Su Bai had to express curiosity about Wen Jiangming.

"This guy is really interesting."

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

Su Bai lazily jumped onto the trial platform, looked at the person in front of him and said calmly, "I'll give you a chance. You can go down by yourself. It's not a joke for me to do it later."

The man curled his lips and said, "Who do you look down on?"

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

The man was angry, and without saying a word, a flame roared towards Su Bai, wiping Su Bai's face.

"Very good, kid... you've attracted my attention." Su Bai didn't even try to hide. Isn't this person asking for trouble?

The subtext is, I will play with you well.

The flames were fierce, burning unbridled on the ground, and the level of this fire was not low, but it was a pity that it could not hurt Su Bai at all.

"Come here!" The man shouted, his momentum was as strong as anyone else's.