Is this still the unruly True Martial Sword Saint whose heart is higher than the sky?

Ren Zhen's words subverted everyone's inherent perception of the Sword Master, which was too shocking.

The academy group was speechless, staring at Ren Zhen blankly, all caught off guard.

Ren Zhen didn't have the time to accompany them here in a daze, and after saying this, he lowered his head and stepped on the stone ladder and began to climb the mountain.

"Stop!" The old man snorted, he made a threat, but he was choked by Ren Zhen's response, and his face became ugly.

"I'm really right, you have become a lost dog, you have been cornered, and now you have come to Confucianism to beg for mercy regardless of shame!"

When the Confucians behind him heard this, they immediately woke up. That's right, since Gu Jiantang wants to send it under the fence and beg for mercy, isn't it a great opportunity to beat the water dogs and recklessly act majestic!

The noise sounded, and those who read the book began to use their tongue skills and began to sneer in the air.

"If you want us to spare your life regardless of our past suspicions, then we should be respectful and docile, and bow down to obey orders!"

"Not bad! We Confucianists are knowledgeable and courteous, respect teachers and respect the way, how can you allow you, an arrogant person, to be unruly in front of the teacher! ”

"Gu Jiantang, with your arrogant temperament, you are not worthy of preaching and cultivating scriptures, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance! Do you think that if you want to cultivate Confucianism, our academy will take you in? Wake up, you don't deserve it! ”

These people speak fiercely, each sharper than the other. They have been unaccustomed to the posture of the Sword Saint for a long time, and today is a rare opportunity to fall into the well, of course, they must express their hearts and vent the evil anger in their hearts.

They took it for granted that if Gu Jiantang wanted to enter the academy, he had to obediently submit to them in front of them.

It's a pity that Ren Zhen obviously has no interest in talking nonsense with them.

"You sour literati, it's really boring. As I said just now, I was invited by Yan Yuan to come, and whether I am worthy of cultivating Confucianism or not, it will not be your turn to call the shots. The truly unworthy ones are you. ”

He said casually, without even looking back, he walked up the stairs by himself, leaving the backs of everyone in the void.

When everyone saw this, their faces were all pale and angry.

Gu Jiantang was so crazy that he had fallen to this point, and he dared to ignore them and move out of Mr. Big to suppress them!

Confucian holy land, how can a down-and-out sword cultivator be so presumptuous!

In the crowd, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed out. With a wave of his palm, Haoran's true qi gushed out, quickly condensing into a "collapse" character seal, which hit Ren Zhen's back.

"From good as ascending, from evil as collapsing", this person's natal word is collapse, to collapse the opponent's momentum, and destroy it into nothingness.

He relied on his self-cultivation in the Five Realms, and with this powerful blow, he would definitely be able to crush the Sword Saint and crush that invincible arrogance.

"Give me town!"

The word collapse was printed, carrying the rolling air waves, whistling, crushing the space and leaving.

On the mountain road, Ren Zhen heard the sound of the wind behind him, but he still ignored it and buried his head in the steps to climb the mountain.

Most of the Confucian scholars who appeared in the confrontation were higher than him. Although he is a peerless genius and has stepped into the fourth realm early, if he starts, he is not the opponent of those people.

He has never lacked self-knowledge, so why should he turn around and fight?

He dared to come to Zhongnan Mountain, not relying on his own cultivation. Now that the Confucian people are making it difficult, let the big gentleman who is hiding in the dark and watching the excitement come forward to settle down.

When the word collapsed, a fresh breeze rose, and when it blew across the mountain road, a gray-robed scholar appeared.

Everyone in the audience saw the word seal attacking, and saw that they were about to succeed, but when they saw this scene at this moment, they couldn't help but tremble, and a sense of horror came to their hearts.

Mr. Big actually came in person!

"You don't want to exert any strength......"

The voice was subtle, and it sounded in Ren Zhen's heart.

Yan Yuan sighed with emotion, and raised his hand, the sleeves of the gray old robe were lightly flicked, and his movements were freehand and chic.

The breeze came slowly, and the waves were undisturbed, like the tips of a beauty's hair sliding down her fingertips, gently erasing the fierce collapse without leaving a trace, as if it had never appeared.

The void is quiet, and all murderous energy is gone.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of cracking bones sounded, which clearly reached the ears of the crowd, making people creepy.

I saw that the person who shot just now suddenly fell to the ground, was crushed by an invisible force, and clinged to the ground. His face was pale, and his facial muscles twisted violently in one place, visibly in pain.

"Mr. Big...... Spare your life! ”

As a disciple of Confucianism, he naturally knew that this uncatchable and irresistible force originated from the drop of water that Yan Yuan cultivated.

A mysterious and terrifying drop of water.

The north and south of the river, asking the "water" to change color, there are countless strong people who have died under it. Even the top nine people on the Fengyun List were quite afraid of Yan Yuan's drop of water, and ordinary martial arts cultivators were even more afraid.

Sure enough, the water is like its people.

The wailing was terrible, which made the Confucians of the academy tremble. They looked at Yan Yuan behind Ren Zhen, their hearts contracted, and they subconsciously took a few steps back.

Mr. Big appeared, not only to wipe out that blow, but also to lower the punishment, his attitude is self-evident, he wants to stand on the side of the Sword Master.

They quickly landed on the ground and saluted respectfully towards Yan Yuan, with the same thought surging in their hearts, "It seems that Gu Jiantang didn't talk nonsense, he really came at Yan Yuan's invitation." ”

This fact baffles them. They couldn't figure out why Yan Yuan would agree to take in the Sword Saint? When did the two come to an agreement? Did the Master approve this?

Yan Yuan stood on the stone steps, looked at the group of people bowing below, and said calmly: "Aren't you happy to have friends from afar?" If you do this, you are violating Confucian hospitality etiquette and should be punished. ”

Hearing the penalty word, everyone lowered their heads stupidly, silent.

Master Yunyun has been in the world for many years, and all the affairs of Zhongnan Academy have always been decided by Mr. Big. When he gave orders, no one dared to refute the doubts to his face.

Yan Yuan said: "I know that you are not convinced, and you think that Gu Jiantang, as a remnant of the sword path, has been opposed to us for many years, and is not qualified to be a guest of our Confucianism, let alone soft-hearted, and should not be soft-hearted to take him in." ”

There was silence in front of the mountain.

"As the saying goes, the sea is inclusive, and tolerance is great. Our Confucianism should spread far and wide and be respected by all the people in the world, so we should naturally have a broad mind and accept all those who sincerely seek to learn. ”

Everyone listened silently, and no one dared to argue.

"Confucianism is based on benevolence and righteousness, generosity and virtue, if you are ruthless and eager to kill your opponents, then how is it different from a soldier? Confucian sword competition, after all, it has been twenty years, the way of the sword is deeply rooted in the Tang Dynasty, and there are countless sword cultivators, even if we let go to kill, can we kill it? ”

Yan Yuan said bitterly, as if he wanted to persuade the Confucians of the academy.

Ren Zhen listened silently, knowing in his heart that this was also acting. The high-sounding words were said in public, just to block Dong Zhongshu's mouth, so as not to refute this decision when he came back.

"You can't kill it. What we need to do is to educate our opponents with benevolence, so that they can abandon the old evils, voluntarily put down the butcher's knife, and become a part of our Confucianism. And the return of the Sword Saint to Confucianism is the example of sword cultivation in the world, which is a good start. ”

As he spoke, he turned to Ren Zhen and saluted, smiling warmly.

"Ask Senior Brother Gu to climb the mountain."