Chapter 608: What if Ci Song Is a Genius? He Will Eventually Stagnate at the Level of a Semi-Saint.

Ran Qiu's tone was still calm, but Chen Xintong had already heard the doubt in Ran Qiu's words.

"If it was just these, Ci Song would naturally not be able to fight against Han Yan. When Han Yan was young, he was the strongest person in the secular world. He even obtained the Saint's treasure of Han Sheng. His own combat power was very good."

"The reason why Ci Song was able to win was because Han Yan did not have a strong killing intention. As for the Saint's treasure in his hand, it had been passed on to his disciples. In addition, Ci Song had obtained the inheritance of the Mirage Dragon in the Sleeping Dragon Land of Fenglinzhou. The Mirage Dragon's talent can integrate all things. I think this is the real reason why Ci Song was able to defeat Han Yan."

Chen Xintong respectfully expressed his own opinion, and then continued to ask, "Does the Saint Master want to meet Ci Song in person? Although he is the son of Ci Qibai, his temperament is different from He is completely different. He is quite smart among the younger generation. "

"There is no need to meet him. It has been more than three thousand years since I was born. In the past three thousand years, countless talented and shocking geniuses have been born in Baiyujing. Take the little kid Xue Fufeng for example. He once killed a half-saint during his time as a great scholar, but now he is stuck in the realm of sub-saint and cannot make any progress. "

"Compared with him, what is Ci Song?"

What Ran Qiu said was not wrong. Three thousand years may be an unimaginable number for ordinary people, but saints have the same lifespan as the heaven and earth. For Ran Qiu, who is already a saint, two thousand years is just a number.

In the past three thousand years, Ran Qiu has witnessed the rise of countless geniuses, but in the end, most of them have stagnated in the sub-saint realm, and there is no possibility of breakthrough. Now the road is flowing, and the way forward for literati is cut off. Even Gongsun Cuo and Ning Ping'an, who were both top geniuses in his youth, cannot break the shackles. Now they are only a half-saint and a literary giant.

Chen Xintong nodded, obviously agreeing with Ran Qiu's statement. Even if Ci Song is a genius now, and his genius has broken through to the realm of great scholar and literary giant today, so what? In the end, his cultivation will stagnate in the semi-saint realm and cannot break through. This is the biggest problem facing the literary way now.

The biggest feature of using poetry to write is that the realm breakthrough is extremely fast. Even when Ci Qibai broke through the semi-saint realm, Ran Qiu did not pay much attention to it. It was not until the aura of the Wenyun Pearl appeared on Ci Qibai that he began to pay attention to it. Of course, as the only saint in Tianyuan Continent, he has his own pride and demeanor. He did not take action himself, but asked the semi-saint in the Master's Hall to take the Wenyun Pearl back.

Of course, it was his so-called demeanor that eventually caused the whereabouts of the Wenyun Pearl to be unknown, and it is still missing.

"Saint Master said that it was just that the Hundred Schools of Thought were contending this time, and all the secular literati gathered in Baiyujing. Xintong was afraid that someone would cause trouble and conflict with the saint bloodline in Baiyujing. At that time..." Chen Xintong said with some concern.

Ran Qiu heard this and gently waved his hand, saying: "If that's the case, it's good to let them fight. The descendants of the saints nowadays are all pampered and live in Baiyujing with the help of their saint ancestors. They have long lost the sharpness of their ancestors. If they can be polished by the hands of secular literati, it would be a good thing."

"Of course, we must also let these secular literati open their eyes and let them really see what a genius is like."

After saying this, Ran Qiu raised his head slightly, looked outside the hall, and said: "After this hundred schools of thought, if there is really a peerless genius, you can bring him to see me."

Hearing this, Chen Xintong nodded, then stood up, bowed respectfully to Ran Qiu, and turned to walk out of the hall.

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Three days later, in the martial arts arena of the general's mansion, Ci Song was waving a wooden stick and fighting with Ci Yang, who was holding a green long sword. Every time Ci Yang swung his sword, sword energy burst out, and the terrifying sword energy crisscrossed, as if it was going to tear the entire martial arts arena apart.

Although Ci Song was only holding a wooden stick, every time he swung it, it seemed that a mirage dragon shadow flashed. The mirage dragon's talent merged with his own talent, as if forming an indestructible barrier, blocking Ci Yang's sword energy one by one.

"Bang!"

The wooden stick and the long sword collided with each other, and a sound of metal clashing suddenly broke out. Then, a terrifying air wave spread out around the two of them.

"Cousin, your strength is progressing faster than I thought."

Ci Song looked at Ci Yang in front of him and said seriously. The strength that Ci Song mentioned was naturally not just the realm, but Ci Yang's understanding of the sword.

Ci Yang now, even without using his talent, can easily defeat him who was at the scholar level two years ago.

"I am very happy to receive your praise."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ci Yang's mouth, and then the sword in his hand suddenly exerted force, and the sword and the stick collided again, and Ci Yang also pulled a certain distance from Ci Song

"Cousin, you take my sword again. Lightning light turns into sword, a sword clear song!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ci Yang's talent suddenly burst out, and the talent turned into a thread of lightning surrounding the blade of the green long sword.

In an instant, the whole martial arts field seemed to be shrouded in a murderous aura, and Ci Yang's entire momentum seemed to be integrated into the long sword in his hand at this moment.

Ci Yang raised his sword and rushed towards Ci Song. In an instant, there was sword energy and lightning flashing in the martial arts field. The terrifying sword energy and talent intertwined together, forming a sword energy storm, rushing towards Ci Song.

"Come on."

Ci Song smiled faintly and then held the sword across his body. "Bang!"

The wooden stick and the long sword collided again, and the terrifying sword energy and talent intertwined to form a huge air wave, spreading towards the surroundings, and the entire martial arts field seemed to shake at this moment.

"Horizontal sword, break."

Ci Song's right hand suddenly exerted force, and the talent on Ci Song's body completely emerged. Unlike the previous golden talent, Ci Song's golden talent now has a touch of purple. The talent surged towards the wooden stick in his hand like a tide. On the wooden stick, the phantom of the mirage dragon looked up to the sky and chanted. The terrifying talent fluctuations made the surrounding air seem to solidify at this moment.

"Bang!"

The moment the wooden stick and the long sword came into contact, Ci Yang's face suddenly changed. He only felt a terrifying force coming from the long sword. The power was so strong that it seemed to shake his long sword out of his hand. The terrifying sword energy was instantly defeated at this moment.

Then I saw Ci Song immediately turn his wrist and retract the force, and reversed the force to another place, while Ci Yang was directly thrown nearly a hundred steps away, and then fell back to the ground at the edge of the martial arts stage, barely stabilizing his body.

"After the Mirage Dragon's talent merged with my own talent, the quality of the talent increased by at least ten times. Although this is a very good thing, it also makes it impossible for me to control the talent as meticulously as before."

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