Chapter 700 The Seventh Temporary Checkpoint, Handsome Young Man

When Ci Song came to his senses, he had been transported to a square in a pass, and beside him were students wearing clothes of different colors. Although the styles of clothes were different, they all came from Confucianism.

Ci Song's eyes swept across the people present. Although he saw some familiar faces, most of them were somewhat unfamiliar. He didn't find Mo Yao, Bai Ye and others in the crowd, but he accidentally saw another relatively familiar face. He was Shu Feng, a student from Kong Sheng Academy and Mo Yao's senior brother.

"It seems they are still separated, but I believe Yao'er can take care of herself."

Ci Song murmured in his heart, and then began to observe the scene in the pass. The students present also began to communicate with each other to discuss the current situation.

But soon, a voice pulled everyone out of the discussion.

"Hey, you little ones are the students sent by Tianguan for training. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're really good."

When Ci Song and others heard this, they immediately looked over and saw an old man with white hair and short stature in a Confucian robe walking slowly towards them, leaning on a cane.

Although the old man didn't have any fluctuations in talent, when Ci Song and others looked at him, they felt an indescribable pressure. This kind of pressure they had only felt on the half-saint.

"I've met the old gentleman."

Ci Song was the first to react and saluted the old gentleman in front of him.

When everyone present saw this, they also saluted with respectful expressions. They knew that although the old man in front of them was not a real person like them, they still maintained the respect they deserved.

"Well, you don't have to be too restrained. My name is Zhao Qing. You can just call me Guanzhu Zhao. Next, I will tell you about the situation here."

"This is the seventh temporary pass, and it is also one of the ten passes on the front line against the aliens. I think you have a certain understanding of Tianguan and the aliens, so I won't say more."

"Before that, I need to test your combat prowess. After all, although with the blessing of Tianguan talent, everyone's cultivation has been upgraded to a great scholar and literary giant, but how much strength can be exerted depends on the individual."

As soon as these words came out, the students present realized that their literary and Taoist cultivation had improved to two great realms at some point, and they had all reached the level of Confucianism. However, among these hundreds of students, only Ci Song and Shu Feng had reached the level of Confucianism. A literary giant.

"You come with me."

The old man spoke slowly, then turned and walked towards the outside of the pass. When Ci Song and others saw this, they immediately followed and passed through the thick stone gate of the pass.

Soon, the group of people followed Zhao Qing to the bottom of the martial arts field in the pass. The sun shone through the sparse clouds and dappled the wind and frost on this piece of land.

I saw Zhao Qing, and gently tapped the ground with the crutch carved with simple patterns. The next moment, a young man appeared next to Zhao Qing. The young man was very handsome, with a tall and straight figure, like a green pine. The tight-fitting jersey outlines smooth and powerful lines, looking both heroic and chic.

The most eye-catching thing is his handsome and extraordinary face. His facial features are as delicate as sculptures, especially his pair of peach blossom eyes, which convey the innocence of a young man but also hide some subtle depth and wisdom. , the skin color is exceptionally white, like plum branches covered with first snow, exuding a noble air that is not stained by dust.

There is always a smile on his cheek, which is warm and bright, making people feel good about him involuntarily. Against the backdrop of this smile, his whole person looked more vivid and lively, as if he was a handsome young man walking out of an ancient painting, or a heroic general about to show off his skills on the battlefield.

He held a spear tightly in his hand. The spear was completely black, and the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, exuding a soul-stirring sharp aura. There was a faint cyan energy wave on the spear body, as if he had just fought with someone else.

When the young man appeared on the martial arts stage, he looked confused at first, but when he saw Zhao Qing and the unfamiliar faces below, he suddenly understood everything.

"Meet the teacher."

The young man bowed his hands and saluted Zhao Qing below.

"Well, there's no need to be polite, Xiaowen, just compete with these little guys. Remember, don't hold back, but don't hurt them either."

Zhao Qing nodded lightly to the young man, and then said to everyone: "Everyone will come up to the stage one by one, and compete with Xiao Wen in hundreds of moves, so that I can have a general understanding of your strength."

At the front of the team was a student from Zeng Sheng Academy. After he came to the stage, he first saluted the young man and then took out his own weapon from the jade pendant, which was also a long spear.

And when the handsome young man saw that the students from Zeng Sheng Academy used the same weapons as himself, the smile on his face became even bigger.

Immediately afterwards, the two people on the martial arts stage began to fight. Their spears flashed, their talents surged, and the battle broke out instantly.

The figures of the two kept flashing on the martial arts stage, and every collision made a deafening sound. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the student from Zeng Sheng Academy was completely suppressed by the young man.

Although the two have the same level of liberal arts, and the marksmanship they use are all Confucian marksmanship. They seem to be equal opponents, but their actual combat power is very different. The handsome young man has always been defensive but not offensive in order to defeat Zeng Sheng Academy. of students survived hundreds of moves.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two people fighting on the high platform, and Ci Song was no exception, but his eyes were always focused on the handsome young man.

Because the moment the handsome young man appeared, Ci Song recognized his identity. He was Yan Zheng's younger brother, Yan Wen, who had been making things difficult for him at Yan Sheng Academy and had set a life-or-death battle with him.

Of course, Ci Song understood that the Yan Wen in front of him was not the real Yan Wen, but an illusion created by Tianguan. After all, if the real Yan Wen were here, after seeing him, he would definitely ridicule him, and it would not be an exaggeration to do it directly. Will ignore myself directly like now.

"I think I already know what kind of battle I'm going to face."

Facing this "young man" Yan Wen, Ci Song didn't have much ill will. On the contrary, Ci Song also inferred from him what he was going to face.

Soon, the battle on the martial arts stage was over. After a hundred moves, Yan Wen waved his spear and directly knocked back the Zeng Sheng Academy student.

"Junior brother, your marksmanship is quite proficient, and you can use various moves flexibly, but you lack the intention to kill. The marksmanship is a killing technique. If you don't have the intention to kill, you will not be able to exert the true power of the marksmanship."

After repelling the students from Zeng Sheng Academy, Yan Wen commented. When the student heard this, he thought about it for a while before bowing, thanked Yan Wen, and walked off the martial arts stage.

"Next one."

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