Chapter 735: The Young Man Starts to Speak, the Young Man Is Upright

"I'll do it!"

Two more students from Tianwai Tian rushed onto the stage. With the previous experience, they did not rush to the young man in the cloud-patterned gown, but bowed to him and said, "Li Yan, a disciple of the Li family of Tianwai Tian, ​​please teach me."

"Teach me? Are you worthy?"

The young man in the cloud-patterned gown sneered and disappeared instantly.

The next second, Lin Yan felt his throat tighten, and the young man in the cloud-patterned gown appeared in front of him, holding his throat tightly with one hand and lifting him up.

"You..."

Li Yan's eyes widened, looking at the young man in the cloud-patterned gown in front of him, his eyes full of fear, because he found that his dantian had been frozen, and he could not mobilize a single bit of talent to resist.

"With this little strength, you still want to teach me? And, the Tianwaitian Li Family? What is that place?"

The man in the cloud-patterned long gown asked curiously, and then muttered to himself: "Forget it, there is no point in asking this. Who cares about the origins of mediocre people?"

After that, he threw Li Yan out directly.

"Bang!"

Li Yan's body flew straight to another Li family student like a kite with a broken string. The Li family student just wanted to use his talent to catch Li Yan, but he had the same situation as Li Yan. The talent in his dantian could not be mobilized at all.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Li Yan's body hit him directly, and the two flew backwards together, and finally hit the ground under the ring heavily, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of their mouths at the same time.

"This..."

"Who are they? Why are they so strong?"

"With this kind of strength, they are probably halfway into the semi-saint realm."

Looking at the four Tianwai Tian students who were defeated one after another, the onlookers couldn't help but discuss. They could all see that the strength of the four Tianwai Tian students was not weak, at least their realm was at the level of literary masters, but in the hands of the young man in the cloud pattern long gown, they didn't even last a single move, and even the other young man in the green Confucian robe didn't make a move from beginning to end.

"Is there no one among you who can fight?"

The young man in the cloud pattern long gown looked at the people present with contempt, then threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, and then stood leaning on the sword, closed his eyes, and muttered: "If you are all this kind of strength, you'd better leave directly, so as not to be beaten by me and lose face in public."

This remark aroused the anger of the people present, but due to the strength of the young man in the cloud pattern long gown, they did not dare to act rashly. After all, they didn't want to follow the footsteps of the four Tianwai Tian students.

While the crowd in the audience was thinking about how to deal with the two, the students of Yansheng Academy had already started to communicate with each other.

The reason was simple, because they recognized the young man in the green Confucian robe on the high platform as the dean of their Yansheng Academy, Yan Zheng.

To be more precise, it was Yan Zheng in his youth, a fiction created by the Divine Eye Illusionary World.

This made them feel very subtle, because they had never thought that one day they would actually see the dean in his youth.

Among these people, the most shocked was Ci Song.

Ci Song recognized that the young man in the cloud-patterned long gown who spoke arrogantly was his father in his youth, and the sword in his hand was the Shuihan Sword.

He had never thought that the opponent he faced in the final trial of the first ring would be his father in his youth.

"If none of you come up, I'll leave."

At this moment, the young man Ci Qibai slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people in the audience. Seeing that they were slow to move, he yawned and then said to the young man Yan Zheng: "Tell me, if Mr. Kong Fang really wants to let me go, just let me go. Isn't it a waste of time to conduct a trial for three thousand students?"

Hearing this, the young man Yan Zheng looked at the young man Ci Qibai with a hint of speechlessness in his eyes, "You guy, you are lawless when the teacher is not here, right? These students are geniuses anyway, you should give them some face. Besides, this is the arrangement of Mr. Kong Fang, so don't complain."

"Genius? I think they are all a bunch of trash."

Hearing this, the young man Ci Qibai couldn't help but curl his lips, then looked at the people in the audience and said: "You, come on together, I'm in a hurry."

Together?

Listening to the words of the young man Ci Qibai, everyone present couldn't help but frown. They felt that their dignity was trampled by the other party. If they were not concerned about the other party's strong strength, they would have rushed up.

"What a big tone, but it's just a phantom formed by the divine pupil illusion world. It's still unknown whether it is still alive in the world."

Two figures flew to the high platform. They were both wearing blue-green Confucian robes with a "Kong" embroidered on the left chest of the Confucian robes. These two people were the students of the Kong family. One of them was Kong Jin, who had a conflict at the auction before, and the other looked five points similar to him.

"Oh? Finally, two decent ones came."

Looking at Kong Jin and the two in front of him, the young man Ci Qibai couldn't help but show a hint of interest on his face.

"You guys attack together. If you can take three of my moves, I will lose."

The young man Ci Qibai stretched out three fingers to Kong Long and Kong Sheng and said lightly.

"Too arrogant!"

"That's right, he actually said that he could defeat Kong Zhan and Kong Sheng in three moves. Do you really think he is a half-saint horse?"

"Humph, do you really think there are no geniuses in our world?"

Listening to the words of the young man Ci Qibai, the students of Tianwaitian became even more angry. In their opinion, the words of the young man Ci Qibai were not only contempt for Kong Zhan and Kong Sheng, but also contempt for all of them.

"It seems that you two are very prestigious. I hope your strength can match their reputation for you."

The young man Ci Qibai slowly pulled out the Shuihan Sword on the ground and slowly chanted a poem.

"The cold water gurgles around the end of the sword, and the sword light is like ice reflecting the frosty sky."

"A sword swings out thousands of waves, and the water light penetrates the bones and is cold for thousands of miles."

As the young man Ci Qibai chanted, a terrifying chill suddenly broke out on the Shuihan Sword, as if even the air was about to freeze.

"Attack!"

Kong Zhan and Kong Sheng looked at each other. They could feel the terrifying pressure from the young man Ci Qibai, but they did not retreat, but chose to attack together.

Kong Zhan stretched out his body, and the murderous intent surrounding him was as surging as a substance, and every wisp contained the breath of destruction.

Kong Sheng, on the other hand, greeted them with a righteous spirit. Although his sword light was not dazzling, it had an inviolable solemnity, like the rising sun, warm and bright, which formed a sharp contrast with the undercurrent of Kong Zhen.

Two long swords, one was sharp and sharp, like lightning in the dark night, cutting through the sky; the other was restrained and steady, like the dawn, illuminating the way ahead. They intertwined in the air to form a series of gorgeous sword shadows, rushing towards the young man Ci Qibai.

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