Rising Xianxia World

Chapter 208
Three days later, in a huge canyon, the disciples of Tianru Mansion and Wanjian Villa stood side by side.

The disciple of Tianru Mansion was wearing a deep white robe, looking very elegant.

These disciples either hold folding fans or books in their hands, and they are already bookish at a young age, and they are all rare talents.

On the other side, the disciples of Wanjian Villa were uniformly wearing a set of dark blue exercise uniforms, with a three-foot long sword behind them, and their aura soared into the sky.

The eyes of these disciples were sharp, and they exuded a strong sword energy all over their bodies, killing each other, which is very extraordinary.

It can be seen that both Tianru Mansion and Wanjian Villa have sent their most elite disciples, and neither wants to lose this discussion meeting.

These disciples are only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and there are no disciples at the Golden Core Stage.

This is a customary rule established by the two sides. Every time there is a discussion, only three disciples will be sent to compete with each other.

Two out of three rounds, the winning side can get the resources that both sides are fighting for.

It sounds a bit child's play, but in fact this is a decision made by both sides after careful consideration.

After all, there are only a few Golden Core cultivators from both sides, and when three Golden Core cultivators are sent to fight every five years, it is impossible to see how deep the opponent is.

Moreover, once a sword cultivator breaks through to the golden core stage, his body is different from that of an ordinary ascetic, and will condense a sword core. This kind of golden core is direct and pure, with powerful lethality.

Therefore, the ordinary ascetics of the Golden Core stage and the sword cultivators of the Golden Core stage are not at the same level. If they really fight, the sword cultivators will take advantage of it.

The overall strength of Tianru Mansion is stronger than that of Wanjian Villa, so this situation will not be allowed to happen.

On the Tianru mansion, the leader is a literati wearing a Confucian robe and a long beard.

He has an elegant face, soft eyes, and his whole person looks gentle and gentle, with an extraordinary temperament and a bookish air.

This is Fang Mo, one of the nine disciples of Confucianism, whose cultivation is at the late stage of Jindan, and this time Tianru Mansion is led by him.

Behind him, there were three people following him, two men and one woman, all of whom were about seventeen or eighteen years old.

It was the cardamom age, they exuded a powerful aura, but it was also soft, giving people the feeling that they had no lethality at all.

Gentlemen do not fight, it seems at first glance that these disciples are not Taoists, but real Confucian scholars.

However, a discerning person can find at a glance that the aura of these three disciples has been restrained, gathering together and not dispersing.

This kind of breath is more pure and refined than that of ordinary ascetics, as if it resonates with the heaven and the earth, producing another powerful force, awe-inspiring righteousness!
Among the three disciples, one of them was the most eye-catching. He had the reserved and introverted appearance of a literati, but also appeared to be very heroic and extraordinary in appearance.

Especially his pair of eyes radiated a bright light, as if he had a pair of wise eyes, and his black hair was casually tied up with a brocade belt, and his whole person was indescribably chic.

"I didn't expect Brother Fang to be the team leader this time. After ten years of separation, you will be fine." A middle-aged man with a three-foot sword on his back said.

This man has a dignified appearance, a strong body, and his whole body seems to be full of explosive power. The energy and blood on his body are as strong as a drum.

This man is the leader of Wanjian Villa this time, Dongfang City.

"So it's Brother Dongfang, don't come here without any problems." Fang Mo said with a smile while brushing his beard.

"The path of cultivating the Tao is really fickle. Five years have passed in the blink of an eye." Dongfang Cheng said.

"The sage said, the dead are like gentlemen, and the road to cultivation is at your feet. Let him be fickle, just cherish what is in front of you." Fang Mo said lightly.

Dongfang City laughed aloud: "Brother Fang Mo, this time it's not about you and me discussing the Dao, let's give the stage to these juniors."

"Of course, we still follow the old rules. This time, our Tianru Mansion will be the first to send out one person." Fang Mo said.

Dongfang City nodded in approval.

"In that case, Kong Lin, this time you will be the first to discuss with the brothers and sisters at Wanjian Villa."

Fang Mo turned his head and looked at the young man standing behind him with his hands behind his back.

This person is the most outstanding among the three disciples, and he seems to have developed a faint aura of great Confucianism.

Seeing the disciples sent by Fang Mo, Dongfang City's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Brother Fang, it seems that the Tianru Mansion is bound to obtain the resources this time, and they actually dispatched a disciple named "Little Master" in the first round. Mr. Kong Lin."

He knew that this Kong Lin had outstanding talent, and he could read the "Four Books and Five Classics" and the outline of "Tian Lun" as early as three or four years old.

Afterwards, he practiced awe-inspiring righteousness. In just ten years, he was already a cultivator in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and because of his own reasons, his Dao Foundation was very stable.

Not surprisingly, this person will definitely be able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in the future, and he is the most famous genius of this generation in Tianru Mansion.

More importantly, Kong Lin is not only powerful in cultivation, but also has a special identity. He is the son of the head of the Tianru Mansion, and he is loved by thousands of people.

Fang Mo brushed his beard, and said lightly: "Brother Dongfang, what you said is wrong. No one knows that your disciples from Wanjian Villa have outstanding abilities in single combat. Now, I hope that Brother Dongfang will be merciful."

"Old fox!" Dongfang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Immediately, he looked at a disciple with sword-browed and star-eyed eyes behind him, and said, "In this case, Li Yunqing, you should be the first to fight on behalf of my Wanjian Villa."

Fang Mo looked at the disciples behind Dongfang City, and laughed: "It is rumored that the master of Wanjian Villa has a son who is good at wielding a left-handed sword, and within three swords he will definitely defeat opponents of the same level. It must be this son, really. It's a young talent."

"Brother Dongfang, it seems that we are getting old. It won't be long before this world belongs to them."

"It can only be said that His Majesty is wise, so that this group of young talents can use their skills." Dongfang City flattered him.

"Naturally, naturally, then, without further ado, let's start now?" Fang Mo announced.

The two retreated to the side, leaving the battlefield to the first two, Kong Lin and Li Yunqing.

Kong Lin walked out of the crowd lightly, his temperament was dusty, his whole body reverberated with awe-inspiring aura, and he said, "Brother Li, I still hope that the sword will be merciful."

Li Yunqing looked at Kong Lin indifferently, and said, "Brother Kong is the one."

Immediately, his lips parted slightly, and the voice transmission came over: "The two of us were tied that day, today I will beat you like a dog, so that Jin'er will know who is the strongest!"

Kong Lin's expression was indifferent, and he also passed on a sentence: "The person you have been thinking about day and night has already become a slut in my crotch. If you can defeat me today, so what if I send it back to you?"

When Li Yunqing heard it, his eyes turned red immediately, and he was about to burst into tears, and shouted suddenly: "Eat me with a sword!"

Seeing this, Dongfang City's complexion changed slightly, it's not good, why did Li Yunqing's disposition become chaotic before the war started, and if this continues, he will undoubtedly lose.

"Cut the fallen leaves!"

Li Yunqing held a long sword in his hand, the light of the sword flickered, and he slashed across, with violent power, there was a crackling sound in the air.

Dongfang City shook his head, this method of cutting fallen leaves is the most condensed method, gathering the sword energy in one place, it can cut anything.

However, although Li Yunqing's Slashing Leaves at this moment seems to be astonishingly powerful, it actually consumes a lot of spiritual power, wasting a lot, and has lost its charm.

Seeing this, Kong Lin smiled lightly, squeezed lightly in his hand, and a piece of paper flew out and shattered into pieces.

While the fragments were flying, it was as if they had turned into thousands of troops, rushing towards the sharp sword.

"On paper."

Seeing this, Li Yunqing's complexion changed, and his sword turned around to avoid it.

"We lost." Dongfang City turned pale.

(End of this chapter)