Chapter 737 Zhongsang Came to the Stage, Frost and Dew Fell, and a Gentleman Would Feel Sad when He Walked on It

As more and more students came on stage, the speed of defeat became faster and faster. Everyone gradually realized the seriousness of the matter. The talent of the figure on the stage did not seem to decrease at all. Their idea of ​​exhausting the other party's talent by relying on numbers seemed a little unrealistic.

If this continues, I am afraid that no one can stop the two phantoms from leaving. At that time, they may really be deducted 10,000 points.

As time passed, the number of students defeated by the young man Ci Qibai has exceeded a thousand, and the figure of the young man Ci Qibai still stands firm, as if he is tireless. His talent has only been consumed by 10%, but the young man Ci Qibai is getting more and more irritable, and his moves are heavier each time, and he may even seriously injure other students.

The reason for this situation is also very simple. The opponent is too weak and he can't get interested at all.

At this time, two figures flew out of Zilu Academy and appeared on the high platform. Although these two people came from the same academy, their clothes were completely different. One wore the yellow Confucian robe uniform of Zilu Academy, and the other wore a green Confucian robe.

"It's Zhongsang and Fang Jide from Zilu Academy. They actually took action so quickly?"

Looking at the two figures that appeared on the high platform, the students in the secular world froze. They naturally knew these two people, but they didn't expect that they would take action so quickly.

"Zhongchang and Fang Jide are the two strongest in Zilu Academy. If they are defeated, then Zilu Academy will be hopeless."

"Hehe, Zhongchang's name is greater than his strength after all. Among the so-called 'Four Little Saints', only Zhongchang is on the list because of his father's influence. He is not worthy of the name. Everyone has seen his performance in the battle between heaven and man. Fang Jide is indeed capable."

"Indeed, Fang Jide is too soft-hearted and doesn't like to take the initiative to fight. This is why Fang Jide is not very famous, so many students have never heard of his name."

"Just wait and see, these two people should be able to test the strength of the two people."

While everyone was talking, Zhongchang and Fang Jide on the stage did not rush to take action. They both bowed to the young man Ci Qibai at the same time.

Seeing this, the young man Ci Qibai was also slightly stunned. Perhaps it was because the student from Tianwaitian who had saluted him at the beginning had directly attacked him, which led to the students coming on stage to fight with him. But now the two of them saluted him again. Now he didn't know what to do.

In the end, the young man Ci Qibai just nodded slightly to the two of them as a return gesture, and then said in a deep voice: "You two, let's attack together. If your strength is similar to that of others, you can't beat me."

Listening to the words of the young man Ci Qibai, Zhongsang couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then replied: "All those who can appear here are geniuses. Zhongsang dare not guarantee that he is better than anyone else."

"Zhongsang? You said your name is Zhongsang? Which Zhongsang?"

When the young man Ci Qibai heard Zhongsang's name, his face showed an extremely shocked look, and then asked.

"When frost and dew fall, a gentleman will feel sad when he walks on it." Zhongsang replied.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the young Ci Qibai burst into laughter, and then flew to the side of the ring next to the young Yan Zheng, patting his shoulder and laughing: "Hey, Zhongbo said before that he wanted to name his son 'Zhongsou', and the word 'sou' was taken from this sentence."

"Pay attention to your words and deeds. There are so many people with the same name in the world. Besides, this intention is so noble. Unlike you, you want to name your child Wudi. Isn't it vulgar?"

The young Yan Zheng looked at the young Ci Qibai speechlessly, as if he was looking at a fool.

Listening to the words of the two, everyone present and Fang Jide and Zhongsou on the ring were stunned. These two powerful phantoms in front of them actually had the leisure to chat at this time?

And Ci Song in the audience was even more speechless. His father was a student who wrote poems and ink, so why did he want to give himself a name like "Ci Wudi"?

Zhong Chang's heart was in turmoil. The two phantoms in front of him actually knew his father's name, and from what they said, his father seemed to be an old acquaintance of them.

Then Zhong Chang looked carefully at the young man Ci Qibai and the young man Yan Zheng, and finally recognized that the young man in the blue Confucian robe who had been silent and silent before, so that everyone forgot that he was also one of the opponents, was Yan Ruoci's father, Yan Zheng.

After confirming this truth, Zhong Chang also figured everything out in an instant, and then turned his head to look in the direction of Yansheng Academy under the stage, looking at Ci Song under the stage, and cast an inquiring look.

Ci Song looked at Zhong Chang's shocked eyes, nodded, and sent a voice message to Zhong Chang: "Brother Zhong Chang, everything is as you think."

After getting a positive answer, Zhong Chang took a deep breath and tried to calm down the shock in his heart. No wonder the sword in the hands of the young man Ci Qibai and Ci Song's Shuihan Sword are exactly the same.

He turned to look at Fang Jide beside him and said, "Jide, be careful in this battle."

"Yeah." Fang Jide nodded. Although he also noticed Zhong Chou's abnormality, he did not ask too much.

On the other side, the young man Ci Qibai and the young man Yan Zheng joked with each other a few times. The young man Ci Qibai then flew back to Zhong Qi and Fang Jide, held his hands to the two of them and said, "Don't be embarrassed, this junior brother , mainly because a good friend of mine wants to name his child in the future, and his idea of ​​naming coincides with your father, so I am so rude. "

"It's okay, senior brother, can you accept the challenge now?" Zhong Qi asked.

"Of course, the two junior brothers can take action." Young Ci Qi Bai replied.

Zhong Qi touched the jade pendant on his waist with his fingertips. The Jun Bamboo pen came out leisurely and was held in his hand. The word "sword" popped out vividly. As the green talent flowed, the Jun Bamboo pen transformed into a long sword with radiant green light. He holds it firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Injecting calligraphy into ink, sub-sage's most precious treasure?"

Young Ci Qibai was slightly startled. He clearly sensed the terrifying aura contained in the Junzhu pen that Zhong Qi had just taken out. It was obviously a sub-sage treasure.

"Please give me some advice, senior brother!"

Zhong Qi gave a low shout, and then he held the long sword transformed from Jun Zhu's pen and stabbed directly at the young man Ci Qi with Bai Yijian, his sword energy flowing freely and horizontally.

"good!"

Young Ci Qibai flicked his wrist, and the Shuihan Sword was unsheathed. The sword's light was like water, cold and tough. He did not flinch at all because his opponent held the Yasheng's Treasure. Instead, he faced the difficulty and vowed to compete.

clang! clang! clang!

In an instant, the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard incessantly, sword shadows were flying, and every collision stirred up circles of air waves visible to the naked eye, making the surrounding air buzz.

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