Ying Xin'er waited here early for Ying Dao, and when Ying Dao walked here, he could vaguely see the majestic mountain villa on the top of the mountain, which made people can't help but have a sense of awe.

"Murong Shuang." Ying Xin'er saw Tianchen followed by a woman in battle armor riding a white dragon horse, and the woman in battle armor exuded a terrifying momentum, even Ying Xin'er felt a touch of jealousy.

"Answer, you're here." Ying Xin'er could only choose to avoid Murong Shuang temporarily, looked at Ying Dao, and said: "I won't stop you from going up the mountain, but after passing through me, there are still some Confucian seniors on the mountain who want to test you, and there are still five months and ten days before the start of the clan competition, are you sure that you can win?" ”

"Thank you."

Ying Dao arched his hand, and then said: "Dad told me that only when a person has the heart of a strong man is he a real strong man, and a martial artist without the heart of a strong man is not a strong man at all." ”

"I don't know what this sentence means, but I only know that the heart of a strong man is not just talking, he must rely on his own hands and feet to fight thoroughly, trample the enemies one by one, and reach the top."

After finishing speaking, Ying Dao's eyes narrowed and he walked towards the mountain.

Murong Shuang followed behind Ying Dao and wanted to speak, but saw two middle-aged men walking down the mountain, one middle-aged man was seen by Ying Dao at the foot of the mountain, and the other was a middle-aged man with a beard, both of them exuding a strong sense of righteousness.

"Young Master Ying Dao, since you have passed the mountain road to kill and rob, plus the "Diamond Sutra" cultivated on your body, our owner said that let you go up the mountain and enter the holy village to cultivate, but what kind of cultivation you can obtain depends on your personal efforts." The man in the Confucian robe looked at Ying Dao and smiled slightly.

Ying Dao nodded, his face was solemn, and he walked towards the mountain, and the vast Haoran righteousness surged over, so that the demonic qi in Ying Dao's body was completely suppressed.

But Ying Dao knew very well that he was going to cultivate here for five months, and after five months, maybe he would never have the chance to enter the Confucian Holy Village again!

This is an opportunity that must be firmly grasped!

"Amazing, worthy of Qiao Xue's younger brother, he was able to enter the Confucian Holy Village!" When Murong Shuang saw this scene, her eyes flashed violently, and she didn't continue to waste time here, and left here on a white dragon horse.

Ying Xin'er also left one after another.

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"Atrium, since that incident sixteen years ago, you have become the lord of a small city, cultivating yourself, and I haven't seen you for so many years." In a tea pavilion, a middle-aged man about the same age as Ying Atrium smiled slightly and said.

This middle-aged man is wearing a Confucian robe, his temperament is like a cloud, which is unpredictable, but his eyes reveal a gentleman's spirit, and when he sits upright, he gives people a feeling of standing up to the sky.

This middle-aged man is the owner of the Confucian Holy Village, named Kong Chizi.

"You should know why I'm here." Ying Zhongting looked at Kong Chizi with both eyes, and there was only cold indifference in his eyes, and said.

"For the sake of that child." Kong Chizi nodded slightly, obviously knowing what the reason for Ying Zhongting came here, he smiled and said: "He is the body of the Buddha and the demon, and it is the fusion body of the Ancestral Demon Holy Body and the Bodhi Buddha Body, but no one knows what his future potential is, and now you let him come to my Confucian Holy Village, undoubtedly to suppress the demonic energy in his body." ”

"No, I'm asking him to come here to practice and practice your Confucian supreme practice "Haoran Bible." Ying Zhongting slapped the wooden platform in front of him into powder with a palm, looked at Kong Chizi with a cold face, and said coldly.

Hearing this, the smile on Kong Chizi's face gradually disappeared, his brows were twisted together, he looked at Ying Zhongting, and said in a deep voice: "The Haoran Bible is only a true Confucian student who can participate in cultivation, and Ying Dao is an outlier among the Buddhas and demons, and he can't comprehend the Haoran Bible at all, not to mention, the ancestral demon qi in his body will not let him cultivate the Haoran Bible at all. ”

"You don't have to worry about other things, you just need to arrange for all the cultivation resources in the Holy Village to be opened to him, as for how he cultivates, that's his business, and no one of you and I is allowed to interfere!" Ying Zhongting's voice was low, and he said: "Kong Chizi, this time you should repay my favor, and return my favor sixteen years ago, if you don't agree, I will wash the entire Confucian Holy Village in blood!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ying Zhongting's eyes burst out with two terrifying evil qi, which broke through the clouds in the sky and stared at Kong Chizi.

The lake behind Kong Chizi was lifted in an instant, but he was still sitting in place with his brows twisted, allowing the terrifying aura that erupted in Ying Zhongyuan's body.

"Okay, since you have spoken, I will let him cultivate in the Confucian Holy Village, but only this time, when the family compares, he will never be able to enter the Confucian Holy Village in the future!" Kong Chizi looked at Ying Zhongting and said in a deep voice.

"No problem."

After Ying Zhongting nodded, he planned to leave.

"Going? Don't talk to this kid? Seeing this, a smile appeared on Kong Chizi's face and asked.

"His goal now is to become the strongest in the world." Ying Zhongting said lightly, and the figure blended into the space and disappeared quietly.

After hearing this, Kong Chizi's face softened slightly, sighed, his figure flashed, and he also left this tea pavilion.

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When Ying Dao entered the Confucian Sacred Village, his first intention was to enter the Confucian library, which is the holy place of Confucianism in the world, and he wanted to practice the Confucian Haoran Zhengqigong method, so he naturally wanted to be familiar with the history of Confucianism and the essence of Confucianism.

The man in the Confucian robe and the bearded man followed Ying Dao, and there was no displeasure on his face, and before they brought Ying Dao in, they had received what Kong Chizi had told them.

"Can I go in?" Ying Dao looked at the sky-high library building in front of him, his eyes showed a hot color, turned his head to look at the man in the Confucian robe and the bearded man, and asked.

"The owner of the village has already ordered that you can use all the cultivation resources of the Confucian Holy Village, and you can even cultivate the Haoran Bible." The man in the Confucian robe said softly.

"Really?!" Ying Dao's eyes lit up, and he looked at the man in the Confucian robe in disbelief, and said.

"This matter was said by the owner of the village himself, and any Confucian disciple can know about it." The bearded man nodded and said, "So, let alone entering the library building, even if you enter some cultivation formations with strong righteousness, you can enter and exit at will." ”