"Master Xiaomeng."

Although Xiaomeng is eighteen years old, her seniority is extremely high, and even Fu Nian has to call her a senior, so Fusu and the others all stood up from their seats in order to show respect.

Fusu looked at Xiaomeng, who was full of dust, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart: "When Confucius visited Lao Tzu, he praised him for being like a dragon and evil, and the world thought it was a humble word. Today, when I saw the demeanor of Master Xiaomeng, I knew that it was a heartfelt statement. ”

In the face of Fusu's praise, Xiaomeng just said lightly with an expressionless face: "I often have no desire to watch its wonders, and I often have a desire to watch it." That's just that Confucius's realm has not yet arrived, otherwise there would be no fuss. ”

The Confucian disciples on the side heard Xiaomeng use allusions to belittle their ancestors, although they were a little dissatisfied in their hearts, but they couldn't find an excuse to refute it, so they could only bury this unhappiness in their hearts.

"Xiaomeng's seniors, Confucianism is polite."

Although Fu Nian also felt that Xiaomeng was a little arrogant, as the current head of Confucianism, he couldn't be rude, and respectfully bowed to Xiaomeng.

Xiaomeng glanced at Fu Nian faintly, and Liu Mei raised his eyebrows slightly and said with some dissatisfaction: "Why didn't Xun Guo come?" ”

"Uncle Shi, his old man has long stopped asking about the world, and we juniors naturally don't want to force him."

"Really?"

Seeing that the atmosphere had become a little stiff, a faint smile flashed in Fusu's eyes, and then he said unhurriedly: "Master Xiaomeng, please take a seat." ”

When Xiaomeng heard this, he did not continue to delve into the matter of Xun's situation. Instead, the lotus step was light, leaving several afterimages between the walks, and the figure sat elegantly on the seat next to Fusu.

Seeing this, Jiang Sheng, who was hidden among the Confucian disciples, couldn't help but frown slightly. Because the distance between Xiaomeng and Fusu is too close, if he wants to assassinate Fusu, then he will definitely be blocked by Xiaomeng, once Zhao Gao is given time to react, then it will be impossible to kill Fusu, so he must wait until a suitable opportunity.

After Xiaomeng took his seat, Li Si asked out loud: "Childe, now that the distinguished guests have arrived, can we start discussing the ratio of swords?" ”

"Hmm."

Because Confucian disciples are all over the world, and there are many princes and generals among these disciples, even Li Si used to be Xun Guo's apprentice, so even if Fusu and they are ready to get rid of Confucianism, it will not be able to do it overnight.

Today's Fusu ostensibly wants Xiaomeng and them to discuss the sword with Confucianism, but in fact, they just want to suppress the momentum of Confucianism!

"This competition is won or lost in three rounds, and there is no limit to the number of players in each game, and if one side takes the initiative to admit defeat, the game will be terminated immediately."

After Li Si got Fusu's approval, he announced the rules of the game, and then turned to Fu Nian and asked, "What does Mr. Fu Nian think?" ”

"Everything is based on the will of the child."

If it was possible, Fu Nian naturally wouldn't agree to this kind of competition, but he knew that Fusu and his party were not good at coming today, so he could only reluctantly agree.

When Fusu saw Fu Nian so acquainted, a faint smile flashed in his eyes, and he made a decent gentleman and said: "Today we are just talking about the Tao with a sword, so let's stop it, don't hurt the gentleman's manners." ”

Jiang Sheng saw Fusu's hypocrite's posture and pursed his lips disdainfully. If he really paid attention to the etiquette of a gentleman, there would be no such sword competition today.

The first match was played by Zhang Liang against the Six Sword Slaves of the Net, and he lost to the Six Sword Slaves unsurprisingly.

Although the cultivation of the six sword slaves has not reached the grandmaster stage, the cultivation of the six of them has at least reached the middle stage of the innate stage, and each of them is a famous swordsman before joining the net, and the six of them can even kill the masters of the early stage of the grandmaster in seconds.

Although Xiaomeng's cultivation is far above the Six Sword Slaves, it is difficult for her to defeat the Six Sword Slaves alone, not to mention the Black Swordsman Chen Sheng, who is himself a defeated subordinate of the Six Sword Slaves.

Zhang Liang is the third master of Confucianism, his strength is weaker than Fu Nian and Yan Lu, he deliberately took the initiative to choose to challenge the Six Sword Slaves, in fact, he just wanted to replace the strongest opponent with his weakest.

The second match was played by Yan Lu against the black swordsman Chen Sheng, and after the two fought for a stick of incense, it ended in a draw.

"The Confucian method of sitting and forgetting the mind is really mysterious."

After Jiang Sheng watched the match between Yan Lu and Chen Sheng, he couldn't help but nod secretly in his heart.

Although Yan Lu seemed to have similar strength to Chen Sheng, Jiang Sheng knew that the martial art of sitting and forgetting the mind was a wonderful martial art that was weak when it was weak and strong when it was strong.

In this game, it seemed that Yan Lu only played a draw with Chen Sheng, but in fact, even if he was against Fu Nian, he was also able to draw it.

Since the first game of Confucianism lost and the second game was a draw, Fu Nian had to win against Xiaomeng in the third game to be able to save Confucianism's face.

Fu Nian arched his hand towards Xiaomeng and said, "Senior Xiaomeng, let's come down in the third game!" I don't know how the predecessors want to compare? ”

"The first two games are too crude to fit the identity of the two of us, so why don't we change the game?"

Xiao Meng's words fell, and he got up and walked in the direction of the outside of the kendo hall, and Fu Nian had no choice but to follow when he saw this.

"It's now!"

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's eyes were focused on Xiaomeng and Fu Nian, Jiang Sheng, who was hidden in the crowd, opened his bloodthirsty fangs like a poisonous snake.

"There is a murderous aura, protect the childe!"

After feeling the murderous aura that suddenly appeared, the six sword slaves rushed towards Fusu as soon as possible.

"Poof!"

However, the speed of the Six Sword Slaves was still a little slower after all, and they vaguely saw a white dragon charging out of the Confucian disciples, as if a white lightning bolt hit Fusu in an instant.

When they came back to their senses, Fusu's chest had been pierced by a sharp sword, and the figure holding the sword was none other than the Confucian disciple Zimu.

Fu Nian came back to his senses from the shock for the first time, looked directly into Jiang Sheng's eyes and said with great certainty: "You are not Zimu, who are you?!" ”

Now that Jiang Sheng's cultivation has reached the early stage of the Grandmaster, the hundred-step flying sword he used just now is even fused with the fast sword intent, and its speed is so fast that even the masters of the late stage of the Grandmaster are not sure to take it.

And the Confucian disciple Zi Mu is just an early martial artist, and it is impossible for him to perform such superb swordsmanship, so Fu Nian can be sure that the 'Zi Mu' in front of him is disguised by other people.

When Chen Sheng saw the appearance of the sharp sword that pierced Fusu's heart, he couldn't help but shout: "Yuanhong, hundred-step flying sword, you are Gai Nie!" ”

Since Chen Sheng lost to Gai Nie, he has always regarded Gai Nie as his next challenge target, so he naturally knows Gai Nie's martial arts very well, plus the news of Gai Nie's death is only known to a few people, so it is normal for him to mistake Jiang Sheng after his disguise for Gai Nie.