Chapter 405 A Scholar with Decent Combat Capability

In the courtyard, the battle between Yang Xuan and Xie Linfeng has reached a fierce stage. Their body movements are erratic, their swords are criss-crossing, and every collision will bring up a gust of wind.

Yang Xuan was completely at a disadvantage by Xie Lingfeng at this moment. He was anxious, but he had no choice but to desperately resist Xie Linfeng's attack.

"Brother Yang, although your swordsmanship is good, the fire level is still a bit lacking. If that's all you have, then stop here."

Xie Linfeng said lightly while attacking Yang Xuan.

When Yang Xuan heard this, his expression darkened. He knew in his heart that he was indeed no match for Xie Linfeng, but he was unwilling to admit defeat.

“Brother Xie, we haven’t reached the end yet, we still don’t know who will win and who will lose!”

Yang Xuan shouted loudly, and the talent in his body surged crazily. His sword light instantly became sharp and he attacked Xie Linfeng fiercely.

"Oh? You do have some backbone."

When Xie Linfeng saw this, he moved and turned into a stream of smoke, avoiding Yang Xuan's attack, and then stabbed Yang Xuan in the back of the heart with his sword.

"Bang!"

The sword light directly knocked the long sword from Yang Xuan's hand, and by the time he reacted, Xie Linfeng's sword was already on his neck.

"Brother Yang, you lose."

Xie Linfeng put away his sword, cupped his hands and said, "I accept."

When Yang Xuan heard this, his face turned a little pale. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Brother Xie is a master of swordsmanship, and Yang admires him."

Although Yang Xuan lost, there was no trace of frustration on his face. He cupped his hands towards Xie Linfeng and said, "Brother Xie has superb swordsmanship, and Yang admires him."

"Brother Yang, you're welcome."

Xie Linfeng smiled, then stepped aside, looked at the others, and said, "Who else wants to teach me?"

"The gap between Minzhou and Jiangzhou is still very big. Jiangzhou is not far from Zhongzhou City. Under the influence of Zhongzhou City, Jiangzhou has a prosperous literary style and numerous talents, but Minzhou is far inferior."

Shang Han, who was sitting next to Ci Song, slowly explained that although Yang Xuan was considered to have outstanding talents among the younger generation in Minzhou, compared with geniuses like Xie Linfeng, he was far behind.

"Since Brother Yang has been defeated, let me come and ask for advice."

At this moment, a figure walked out of the crowd. This was a young man wearing brocade clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand.

"It turns out to be Brother Qi, please."

When Xie Linfeng saw that it was this person, he was not too surprised. He clasped his fists and unsheathed his sword again.

The name of this young master in Jinyi is Qi Wenxuan, and he is another genius on this trip to the Great Zhou Dynasty. Like him, they are both from Jiangzhou, and their families are also the leaders in Jiangzhou City.

Seeing Xie Linfeng attacking him, Qi Wenxuan closed his fan, lifted it up, and fought with Xie Linfeng.

"Qiang Qiang!"

The light of the sword and the shadow of the fan intertwined, and the two were fighting inextricably. Xie Linfeng's swordsmanship was fierce, and every sword hit the vital point, but Qi Wenxuan's fan danced so tightly that he blocked Xie Linfeng's attacks one by one. Down.

"Brother Xie's swordsmanship is indeed superb, but swordsmanship alone is not enough to defeat me."

Qi Wenxuan smiled slightly and suddenly opened the fan in his hand. A powerful force of talent surged out of the fan and turned into a strong wind, sweeping towards Xie Linfeng.

When Xie Linfeng saw this, his expression changed, and he quickly activated his talents to form a barrier to keep out the strong wind.

The next moment, the fan flew out of Qi Wenxuan's hand and turned into a stream of light, shooting towards Xie Linfeng.

Xie Linfeng's eyes narrowed slightly. He could feel the powerful power contained in this fan. If he was hit, even if he had the talent to protect his body, he would probably be seriously injured.

He did not dare to be careless, and the talent in his body surged crazily. The long sword in his hand turned into a sword light and slashed towards the flying fan.

"Qiang!"

The sword light collided with the fan, making a sound of metal clashing, and then the fan flew back and fell into Qi Wenxuan's hands.

Xie Linfeng, on the other hand, was shocked and took a few steps back before regaining his balance.

"It turned out to be a wind and thunder fan, and Uncle Qi gave it to you?"

Xie Linfeng looked at the fan in Qi Wenxuan's hand, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Brother Xie, when we were in Jiangzhou City, you dominated me because the long sword in your hand was Hanlin calligraphy. Now that I also have Hanlin calligraphy, you will not be my opponent this time."

A proud smile appeared on Qi Wenxuan's lips, and then he waved his fan again and attacked Xie Linfeng.

This time, he no longer held back and activated the wind and thunder fan with all his strength. For a moment, strong winds and thunder and lightning violently attacked Xie Linfeng.

Xie Linfeng's face was solemn. He knew that if he had any reservations, he would probably be defeated by Qi Wenxuan.

He took a deep breath, and the energy surged crazily in his body. The long sword in his hand burst out with bright light, and then he collided head-on with the wind and thunder fan.

"Boom!"

A loud noise shook the sky, and the air waves surged. Where the two met, a strong wind seemed to blow. Yingtian, who was sitting in the first place, raised his hand and waved, and golden light flashed, directly dispersing the strong wind.

Xie Linfeng and Qi Wenxuan both took a few steps back, but obviously Xie Linfeng's situation was much worse than Qi Wenxuan's, with a trace of blood already spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Xie, you lost." Qi Wenxuan looked at Xie Linfeng and said lightly.

Hearing this, Xie Linfeng was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I lost."

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"I didn't expect that this competition would be of high quality. I thought it would be boring."

Ci Song picked up a bunch of grapes on the table, took one off, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing.

"This is all thanks to Prince Yingtian. I heard from the master that the people who went to the Great Zhou this time were all noble children, most of whom were just good-for-nothings, just for a false reputation."

Shang Han looked at the two people who were fighting again in the field, and continued to explain: "Prince Yingtian said that this trip to the Great Zhou will not look at background, but only ability. Only young students who have reached the level of Juren are eligible to join. So it is not wrong to say that the dozens of people present are the future pillars of the literati in Daliang."

"No wonder."

Ci Song nodded. Indeed, these people are much stronger than the so-called "royal pillars" he saw in the Great Zhou Secret Realm. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the future pillars.

The competition in the field was getting more and more intense. As the number of battles increased, the scene began to become bloody. However, this was a good thing. Ci Song was very satisfied watching it. However, the people who fought were all Juren, and many of them had more than one battle. Almost all Juren would appear on the field many times to compete with others. Only a few Jinshi in the field were just watching the battle.

In the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon.

"Bang."

There was another loud noise, and the game in the field was decided again. The winner this time was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. After defeating his opponent, he gently raised his sword and looked around at several people who had never fought from beginning to end, including Ci Song.

"You guys have been sitting here for a whole morning. The prince invited you here, not to let you sit here and watch the show."

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