There was sudden silence under the stage.

The hustle and bustle just now suddenly turned into silence.

Everyone looked at this scene with their mouths open and their faces filled with astonishment.

A female disciple of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect who was in the Guiyi realm was actually punched away by that nerd?

"This... what kind of Confucianism and Taoism technique is this? It's so terrifying!"

"And that nerd only started reading poetry after he beat the guy away..."

Everyone was astonished and felt incredible.

"Confucian and Taoist exercises are indeed ever-changing and unpredictable!"

"I thought I could cast a spell only after reciting the words, but who knew I could cast the spell first and then recite the words again? It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"This scholar only used one punch! The opponent was a master of the Guiyi realm, and he also had a sword light storm and a protective light shield, but they were all shattered by this punch... The Confucian and Taoist skills, as expected

It’s unpredictable and cannot be underestimated!”

Everyone was shocked.

Even everyone in Dayan was stunned and stunned.

Zhuang Zhiyan couldn't help but ask: "Dean Bai, what kind of skill is this? It's so powerful that even the Guiyi realm was knocked away with one punch. And why do you punch first and recite the poem later? I'm so powerful.

Remember that every time you fight, you always recite poetry first."

Others were also full of curiosity: "Yes, your Confucianism and Taoism still have such a method? It's so eye-opening."

Bai Yishan: "Uh..."

The abbot of Jinchan Temple on the side clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Dean Bai is indeed the number one master of my Great Flame. It has only been more than a year since he recruited his disciples, but he has already trained him so well. I admire him! I admire him!"

Bai Yishan: "Uh..."

"Pfft..."

Nangong Huoyue, who was on the side, couldn't help laughing and quickly covered her mouth.

In the woods not far behind.

Outside the tent, a burst of goose-like laughter suddenly sounded.

"Miss, my uncle is so humble... he is so playful, goose, goose, goose, goose..."

And at this time.

On the battlefield, after Lan Ling fell heavily to the ground, he almost didn't pause, rolled over in an instant, and jumped down again.

She clenched the sword in her hand with a look of surprise and uncertainty on her face. Just when she was about to open her mouth to speak, she suddenly felt something sweet in her throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang rang in her ears again!

At the same time, two huge golden fist shadows appeared in her pupils again.

Before she could react, a bone-chilling pain suddenly shot through her stomach, and then her whole body flew backwards again, hitting the light shield behind heavily and being bounced back.

However, before she could hit the ground, a bigger golden fist suddenly cut through the air, making a harsh and sharp sound, like a sinister laugh from hell, and hit her stomach hard with a "boom".

Her flat belly suddenly sunk, her back suddenly bulged backwards, and the ribs and spine behind her all broke with a "click".

At this moment, she could no longer feel the pain, only the fear of hell and death.

She widened her eyes and opened her mouth, trying to make a sound of admitting defeat, but no sound came out.

She fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, she was a little confused, her mind went blank, and she seemed to have no idea where she was or what she was doing.

"stop!"

Under the stage, Piao Miao Immortal Sect Yueyang Tower shouted angrily.

But as soon as the voice fell, Luo Qingzhou's fist hit her body again, and then he muttered something: "Guan Guan Ju Jiu, in the River Continent. My fair lady, gentleman's good game..."

In fact, when he first punched, his mouth was always moving and he was mumbling words.

But even he himself didn't know what he was reciting. Anyway, he just recited whatever came to his mind.

However, at the end, it is natural to read more seriously.

"stop!"

At this time, Xu Xinghe also suddenly made a sound, and at the same time, he waved his sleeves and a whirlwind blew up.

Luo Qingzhou immediately withdrew his fist without any resistance, and was blown back by the whirlwind.

At this time, Lan Ling was already lying on the ground, his stomach was sunken, blood was pouring from his mouth and nose, his eyes were wide open, his body was twitching, and he could no longer stand up.

Xu Xinghe suddenly said sternly: "She has no power to resist, why do she still take action? As a successor of Confucianism and Taoism, how can she be so cruel?"

The murmur in Luo Qingzhou's mouth slowly ended, then he wore a pair of sleeves and robes, and his gentle and scholarly temperament returned to his body. He bowed respectfully and said: "Senior, I'm really sorry. I have just entered Confucianism and Taoism not long ago, and I don't know the skills yet."

He is so skilled that he can't stop once he strikes. He can only wait until the poem in his mouth is finished reciting before he can put away his strength..."

Xu Xinghe: "..."

Everyone in the audience: "..."

"And...this girl didn't admit defeat..."

Luo Qingzhou said respectfully again.

Xu Xinghe suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Do you think she can still speak?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the ground seriously, thought for a moment, and said: "This... you have to ask herself, even Xiaosheng doesn't know."

The corners of Xu Xinghe's mouth twitched again, and he looked at him with squinted eyes: "What is your cultivation level?"

Luo Qingzhou said respectfully: "In the early days of Confucianism, this junior has just said that."

Xu Xinghe squinted at him a few more times, then turned his head and looked at the audience, saying: "Dean Bai, are you a student who has the early cultivation level of a Confucian master?"

Bai Yishan cupped his hands and said: "Scholar, don't lie. He is indeed a Confucian master... cough, early stage."

Xu Xinghe was still a little suspicious: "Then what kind of technique did he practice? Why did he do it first and recite the poem later?"

Bai Yishan said calmly: "Of course it's my Confucianism and Taoism secret method. However, since Elder Xu wants to know, Bai doesn't need to hide it. In fact, he had already finished reciting it in his mind before taking action. At that time, he had already accumulated all his strength.

Waiting to read it again after the attack is actually to...in line with my image of a scholar who never leaves the book."

Everyone: "..."

Bai Yishan's cheeks felt a little hot.

At this time, a red-faced old man from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect suddenly shouted angrily: "You fart! This kid is definitely not the early Confucian master! And what he has been using is boxing, which is not your Confucianism at all!"

Bai Yishan looked at him and said: "Elder Wei, who said that my Confucian and Taoist skills have no boxing skills? My Confucian and Taoist skills are ever-changing. You can use fists, feet, mouth, eyes, swords, guns and sticks. Just because you haven't seen it, it doesn't mean that he can use it."

No. If Elder Wei feels that Bai is talking nonsense, he can ask other people who practice Confucianism."

At this time, a middle-aged man in Confucian robes from Penglai Immortal Island suddenly spoke proudly: "My Confucian and Taoist skills, let alone fists and feet, can be used with any weapon in the world. If Elder Wei feels that it is not trustworthy, I will

I am willing to learn from you using Confucian and Taoist boxing techniques."

Seeing this, the red-faced old man could only close his mouth with a gloomy face.

When others were about to speak, a woman from Jiutian Yaotai suddenly said in a cold voice: "The victory or defeat has been decided, there is no need to waste any more time. If you, Piaomiao Xianzong, can't even afford to lose this round, what else will happen next?"

Are you qualified to participate in the competition for the spiritual mine?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Piaomiao Immortal Sect looked at her, and then they stopped talking.

at this time.

The sun has set and night has quietly enveloped the mountains.

There will be a more important competition tomorrow, and no one wants to waste time on this kind of thing.

The cultivators around him were also muttering in low voices.

"The dignified Immortal Sect can't afford to lose. If they lose, they will make trouble unreasonably and keep looking for trouble. It's really eye-opening."

"I really don't feel ashamed."

On the battlefield, Xu Xinghe glanced at the young man in front of him again and said, "In the second game, Dayan wins! Dayan wins two games in a row, so this longevity pill belongs to Dayan."

Someone nearby quickly brought up a brocade box.

Xu Xinghe took it in his hand, opened the brocade box, looked at the audience, and then handed it over.

Luo Qingzhou quickly went over and bowed deeply, then took it with both hands and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior."

When Xu Xinghe's fingers touched his hand, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his pupils. He quickly checked his body, but the strange thing was that the young man's body was filled with mist and hazy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Luo Qingzhou pretended not to know, put away the brocade box, and stepped back.

He did not immediately step off the stage, but walked towards Lan Ling, who was still lying on the ground with his eyes wide open and twitching.

At this time, Piaomiao Xianzong immediately came up to two people, pulled out their swords and said: "What are you going to do?"
To be continued...