The morning light passed through the cracks in the stone railing of the tower and reflected on Situ Yan's handsome face, dyeing half of his face a warm orange, and the other half in the shadows became more and more ruthless and unwilling.

He is a genius of Confucian practice, and since the day he was promoted to the Great Confucian at the age of nineteen, he has been praised as the best young talent in the world. He is handsome and dignified, the jade tree is in the wind, and everywhere he goes, there are always beautiful women who are crazy for him.

The world only thinks that he is favored by God, and Situ Yan also thought so, until the day he was promoted to Confucian, he showed his heart to his sister Tu Yao......

He will always remember every word Tu Yao said that night on the cliff of Guanhai, facing the boundless sea of clouds below the mountain.

She talked about the general trend of the world, talked about the situation of the academy, and talked about the difficulties of the Tu family, but she always avoided his burning eyes.

At that time, she was young and vigorous, Situ Yan listened impatiently, and felt that she was mediocre and disturbed herself, and felt that with her own cultivation, over time, she would definitely be able to control the bull's ears of cultivators in the world, so what troubles could she talk about.

At that moment, Tu Yao glanced at him expressionlessly, and in that look, there was no worship and enthusiasm that Situ Yan was used to seeing in others, only a faint sympathy.

"Do you think cultivation is everything?" she asked.

Situ Yan still remembered that at the beginning, his heart was full of disdain, he felt that Tu Yao might be jealous of him, but what he heard next made his life turn around......

"Lehu Yang Xiu was already in the realm of Qi cultivation at the age of sixteen, but no one knew when he was promoted to the Great Confucian, and Qufu Kong Qin was better than him...... Confucianism in the world, there are many talents, but the world has no way of knowing. ”

Tu Yao's words, every sentence was like a hammer hitting Situ Yan's heart, he didn't believe it, and he was even more unwilling.

As if to make him die, Tu Yao didn't continue, but slowly bowed down towards the sea of clouds under the starry sky. Suddenly the sea of clouds is churning, and the weather is myriad......

All Situ Yan's pride was shattered at that moment, and he even felt that he had always been a joke in front of Tu Yao.

So he left Bianjing and threw himself into Lehu Academy, and since then he has been practicing like a madman, just to catch up with the world's first in the world's imagination.

The prosperity of Bianjing and the size of the Lehu Academy are not comparable to Yuezhou and Tianmu Academy, Situ Yan gradually knew that this world was not what he imagined.

Confucianism and the saint are inseparable, even if the children of the family are cultivated, they will never show it easily, only poor children like him, who want to seek a career by cultivation, will value the false name.

And Tu Yao, because of his noble background and bright talent, has already seen through this.

Grief, indignation, unwillingness, and shame that followed him all turned into the motivation for his cultivation, and Situ Yan practiced hard for five years, and finally broke through the Sky Realm and became famous all over the world.

This time, he was not proud of this, or rather, his apparent pride had already become a disguise he created to cover up his inferiority.

Situ Yan didn't know what kind of state the cultivation of Yang Xiu, Kong Tan, Tu Yao and others had reached, maybe they had already been promoted to the Sky Realm, but no matter what, Situ Yan felt that he at least had the capital to be on an equal footing with them.

So at this moment, when he found that even Tu Yao's disciple, a lowly son-in-law's cultivation, was so high, all the resentment and unwillingness accumulated in his chest came like a river bursting its embankment.

"Are you the eagle dog of the imperial court?" Bu An looked at his yin and yang face, and secretly wondered why he suddenly appeared on the mountainside of Zhongshan that night, and why he suddenly attacked him-Listening to Situ Yan's tone, he didn't seem to know who the target of the sneak attack was.

Situ Yan was silent, he had just walked with the sword, and his spiritual power had lost a lot, and at this time, he wanted to recover a little by taking advantage of the interval of the confrontation.

Bu An saw through his intentions, but he didn't make a hasty move, suddenly frowned slightly, and then suddenly said: "No, when you go to Zhongshan, you also go to see Xuanwu Wuzhou." You are afraid of being seen, so you make a sneak attack. ”

"You are afraid to come in, but I can't ask for it......" Situ Yan smiled coldly: "Lingxiao Pavilion on Tianmu Mountain, Lehu Academy Lehu Building, where the aura gathers, can only be enjoyed by a high-ranking and powerful person." And in this world, there is no difference between princes and generals. ”

"You are a ......" Bu An shook his head and smiled: "The comparison is too strong, the ambition exceeds the ability, and it is destined to become a tragedy." ”

"You are also worthy?!" Situ Yan's face changed when he heard this, and the whole person flew backwards violently, and the spirit sword suddenly took off his hand, but it was swept towards Song Manqiu.

His move seemed hasty, but he had already calculated it in his heart. Among the three people present, Bu An made a sword, especially good at close combat, Tu Yao practiced etiquette, and changed the most, and it was almost impossible to sneak attack her, and Song Manqiu practiced archery, and hand-to-hand combat was her weakness.

In fact, in order to avoid enmity with the people of Qufu Academy, Situ Yan did not dare to kill Song Manqiu, his move was just to save him and force him to expose his flaws in order to seize the lead.

But as soon as he made a move, he knew that it was broken......

Bu An didn't mean to save Song Manqiu at all, and he swung his sword and rushed towards Situ Yan, his momentum was terrifying.

Song Manqiu also expected that Situ Yan would not dare to hurt himself, but when he saw Bu Gongzi abandon him, a trace of grief still rose in his heart......

But at this moment, a black figure suddenly flashed in front of her, and she didn't know what method she used, and the whole person flew like a whirlwind, rolling up a cold wind, and swept the blue spirit sword over.

The spirit sword froze, and suddenly flew upside down, and the black figure couldn't hold it, so it simply fell and turned into a woman dressed in black.

It was only then that Song Manqiu remembered that he had heard that Gongzi had a ghost servant by his side—it turned out that he didn't ignore himself, but had another backhand! This ghost servant was really good-looking......

When Song Manqiu was distracted, Tu Yao's attention was also attracted by the female ghost Yu Ji, and his heart became more and more shocked. This female ghost can roll the spirit sword away, why is it good to cultivate? The yin ghost comes and goes freely, how can Bu An be able to subdue this ghost servant?

However, the appearance of Yu Ji, the most shocking and inexplicable was Situ Yan. He made a sudden move, originally intending to catch Bu An off guard, but unexpectedly, as soon as the spirit sword was out of his hand, he became the one who was caught off guard.

The pitch-black spirit sword slashed towards him like thunder, the speed was unheard of, Situ Yan tried his best to fly upside down, and at the same time drove the spirit sword to help, so as to force Bu'an to save himself.

Sure enough, when the blue-blue spirit sword appeared in the field of vision, Bu An's sword momentum was slightly one-handed, and it slashed out horizontally.

"Dang!"

There was another deafening loud noise, and the blue spirit sword was knocked out, like a thunderbolt, cutting off a whole stone pillar, and then disappeared, and after a while, there was a sound of continuous city walls breaking from a distance, which was obviously also cut by this spirit sword.

The tower was also shattered by the collision of spiritual energy, and the raised sand and smoke obscured the vision for a while.

A moment later, the smoke and dust dispersed with the wind, revealing two figures, one tall and one short. The short one is Situ Yan, who is on the ground, and the tall one is Bu An, who is standing in front of him.

And the pitch-black spirit sword in Bu An's hand was resting on Situ Yan's neck, motionless.

“...... Why don't you kill me? Don't you dare?" Situ Yan's eyes were cold, almost forcing Bu An to do it, as if today's battle was so badly defeated that all his will to persist in living was worn out.

Bu An smiled and shook his head, his expression was very peaceful, probably the former imaginary enemy in front of him was too unbearable, and there was nothing to be happy about when he won the battle.

He turned his head to look at the fleet in the distance: "We will be able to go back soon." The story of your claim to be emperor here will soon spread all over the world. ”

"That's right......" Bu An turned around again and smiled at Situ Yan: "I don't mean the world with your turtle shell." ”

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