Chapter 552 Kill the Great Scholar, Tear the Relationship Apart, in the Future, I Will Personally Exterminate Korea

Ci Song's speech was so shocking that the entire scene fell silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on Ci Song. They really didn't expect Ci Song to be so "shocky" and dare to call him "Old Dog" directly. Among the descendants of Han Sheng, Ci Song was the only one in the entire Tianyuan Continent who dared to say this, except Ci Kuangsheng.

"My little friend, are you going too far by being so rude?"

The face of the purple-robed old man also turned completely dark. He stared at Ci Song below and shouted angrily.

"It is human nature to distinguish right from wrong and determine fault. Why would you say something rude?"

Ci Song raised the water cold sword in his hand slightly and said with a chuckle: "Is it possible that you, the old man, can't even hear this?"

"you..."

The old man in purple robe suddenly turned red with anger. He stared at Ci Song above the high platform, feeling a rage burning in his heart.

"Why, you're not going to take action yourself, are you? But judging from your age, you are already over forty years old, and you look about the same age as my teacher."

Ci Song had a slight smile on his face and looked at the other party jokingly.

"It's a pity that your teacher is not here today.

The old man sneered, and his eyes gradually turned cold, "I have opened my eyes today. There is such a sharp-tongued child. I am not good at arguing. Today I want to ask you, will you let this person go or not?"

"What if I don't let go?"

The chuckle on Ci Song's face instantly faded, and he stared straight at the opponent with a chilling murderous intent.

"Are you trying to imitate your father and anger all the schools of thought?" The old man in purple robe also stared at Ci Song, his voice calm.

Hearing this, Ci Song quickly stretched out his left hand and waved: "Old sir, I am different from others. I always respect others and I don't like to take the initiative to cause trouble. So you don't have to give me anything here." To stir up hatred, deliberately incite the emotions of other schools, and write poems to arouse public anger. This is a small trick, and most of the people present are smart people, so I think everyone can understand it. "

"What a sharp-tongued kid!"

The purple-robed old man's face became completely cold, his sleeves shook slightly, and he let out a soft drink, and purple energy rushed out.

Ci Song didn't show any fear when he saw this, golden energy surged around his body, and a cold chill also emerged from the body of the Shui Han Sword.

"The big bullies the small, the strong bullies the weak. Han Sheng is such a proud person. If he knew that his descendants behaved like this, he would probably be extremely angry and ashamed."

Another voice came out, and a blue figure suddenly appeared on the high platform, blocking Ci Song's body. The green talent emerged and turned into a full moon gathering above the head.

"Old sir, if you really want to fight with others, then let me help you with a few moves."

Shi Yue, Shang Han and others in the audience had expressions of disbelief on their faces after seeing the appearance of the person on stage.

"Why is it him?"

"Really?" Sun Buxiu was stunned.

Feng Guang rubbed his eyes, "Lao Lu, am I right?"

The reason why they were shocked was that the person protecting Ci Song on the high platform turned out to be Zhong Bo, the dean of Zilu Academy. It was rumored that Zhong Bo had taken refuge in the Xianshi Palace for a long time and had an enmity with Ci Qi Bai.

"Who are you?" The purple-robed old man didn't know Zhong Bo, so he asked.

"I am a descendant of Saint Lu Ya, Zhong Bo." Zhong Bo replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Hearing this, the old man in purple robe had a look of disdain on his face, "Who was I at that time? It turned out that I was from the pseudo-sage lineage who was expelled from the Master's Palace. If you want to protect this kid, then come."

When Zhong Bo heard this, his face suddenly turned cold. He pointed at the old man in purple robe and said: "Ancestors must not be insulted. Old thief, do you dare to fight in the sky?!"

"Why don't you dare? But before that, let the boy let Han Tuo go."

The purple-robed old man shouted to Ci Song behind Zhong Bo.

Hearing this, Zhong Bo turned around, looked at Ci Song, and said, "Ci Song, no matter what you do, we will protect you today."

Ci Song glanced at Zhong Bo first, and then turned his attention to the purple-robed old man under the high platform. Although he didn't know why Zhong Bo suddenly came to the stage to intervene, and what his real purpose was, he had already known how to deal with Han Tuo. There is the answer.

I saw Ci Song walking slowly to Han Tuo's side. At this moment, Han Tuo's whole body was not clean. He was covered with sword wounds and burns caused by thunder spirits. The purple robe on his body had long been damaged, and many Everything was stained red with blood, and there was no such arrogant and domineering attitude as before.

Han Tuo, who was originally lying on the ground, suddenly trembled when Ci Song walked up to him, and then a look of extreme horror appeared on his face. He widened his eyes and stared at Ci Song, his lips moved, but... No sound is made.

"Mr. Han, do you know the principle of shooting the first bird? People like you who don't know anything about your opponent and don't do any intelligence gathering before fighting are different from those reckless men who shout to fight and kill all day long. What's the difference? Even if you die today, you don't deserve sympathy."

Ci Song leaned down, put his face against Han Tuo's ear, and chuckled: "I hope you can be a smart person in your next life and stop being used as a weapon."

"you..."

Han Tuo's eyes widened and he stared at Ci Song. Ci Song ignored him and just stood up, looked around Xi Tang, and said to himself: "Sure enough, this Xi Tang's is still not red enough, it needs blood to dye it again." One dye.”

After saying that, Ci Song swung his sword and cut off Han Tuo's head. Blood gushed out and the entire platform was dyed with a dazzling red.

"You killed him? How dare you kill him?!"

When the purple-robed old man saw Han Tuo's head, his face suddenly became ferocious. He waved his right hand and several purple rays rushed towards Ci Song.

"Old thief, I'll kill this man today, what can you do?!"

Zhong Bo saw this and his face suddenly showed anger. He waved his left hand and several green rays instantly dispersed all the purple rays.

"Ci Song, from today on, you are the mortal enemy of my Han Sheng lineage. In the future, you will be wanted by the whole of Korea."

The purple-robed old man shouted angrily to Ci Song on the stage.

"Really? Since you said so, Ci Song also asks you to remember that in the future, I will personally exterminate Han. The name of Han Sheng cannot be ruined by you shameless descendants."

After saying this, Ci Song walked directly towards Han Tuo's headless body, lowered his head to look at the body, and murmured: "I didn't want to participate in the war, but thanks to you, I have a legitimate reason for the first time and truly became a Ci Baijiang in the secular world, rather than a student of Yansheng Academy, Ci Song."

"Little beast, you dare to speak wildly, if I don't teach you a lesson today, it will be a disgrace to the reputation of my ancestors."

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