"Tsk, that's kind of interesting. Meng Siao couldn't help but sigh as he watched the two golden-armored war gods and this iron-blooded sergeant of twenty or thirty people rushing and colliding in the open space between the two groups.

The scene in front of him made him think of the "Divine Fighting Technique" from the "Spirit Grabbing" in the Canglan River.

The "Divine Fighting Technique" is also able to derive all kinds of entity-like existence at will, charging into battle for oneself and fighting against the enemy. However, the "Divine Fighting Technique" uses the spiritual power in the monk's body, and the process of casting it is far less troublesome and comical than the Confucian "Haoran Righteousness".

"Perhaps, the sage who created the 'Haoran Righteousness' cultivation method in the Confucian sect back then also knew the 'Divine Fighting Technique' or a similar 'Pseudo-Dao Technique'. Meng Siao looked at the power of these two parties derived from poetry, and secretly speculated in his heart.

The two golden-armored gods of war and the iron-blooded sergeant who had already fought with twenty or thirty people to the white-hot Cheng dù, the golden-armored god of war had different Cheng dù injuries on his body, and the iron-blooded sergeant had already killed several people.

These iron-blooded sergeants who were killed by the Golden Armor God of War returned into "Haoran Righteousness" after their deaths, and were absorbed back by the milky white qi cloud above everyone's heads.

Meng Siao looked around, and on the illusory screen of the "Great Martial Venerable System", lines of identified words continued to emerge.

In a place like Wenqu Pavilion, with the character of the previous owner of this body, it is impossible to come, let alone this "righteous hall".

However, in the Xiansheng Academy, there are also buildings with similar functions to the "Zhengqi Hall". However, this building is generally not open to students of the academy on weekdays, and it will only be open to students when they take an annual test to test what everyone has learned, gained, and felt during the year.

Therefore, Meng Siao searched for the memory fragments of the "Zhengqi Hall", but found that those memories were all vague to death, except for knowing that there was also such a place in the Xiansheng Academy, there was no way to know the layout inside.

Just as he was observing and looking at the layout of this righteous qi hall, the two groups of people who were originally quiet suddenly burst out with a sigh of obvious chagrin.

This was almost a "hey" in unison, which immediately pulled Meng Wushao's gaze back to the central "battlefield" from the surrounding arrangement.

In the open space between these two groups, the original tragic battle has completely ended.

The two golden-armored gods of war have been completely dismembered, their heads and limbs are completely separated from their mighty bodies, scattered on the ground, and they are re-turning into "Haoran Righteousness", which is being reabsorbed by the milky white qi cloud above their heads.

And the iron-blooded team that originally consisted of twenty or thirty people was also wiped out at this time, lying down horizontally and vertically around the two golden-armored gods of war, and their bodies were also turning into "Haoran Righteousness", rising towards the milky white qi cloud above their heads.

It seems that at the last moment, these two forces chose to decide the winner with one blow, and the result was that they died together.

"Hmph, I can't imagine that you are leaving, and there are still one or two turtles who can stand on the stage. A lazy voice sounded in the group of people to whom the Golden Armor God of War belonged just now, "I thought that after Meng Tiance disappeared, there would only be a group of earth chickens and dogs left in your Xiansheng Academy. Unexpectedly, there are still two characters who are qualified to talk to Ben Gongzi, yes, it's really good. ”

"Your Central Holy Dynasty's Hundred Saints Academy isn't that remarkable!" In the other group of people, a mocking voice suddenly sounded-for-tat, "Or are you actually the bottom of the Hundred Saints Academy?"

When this voice said this, it deliberately used a tone of sudden realization, and said a very exaggerated "ah": "Yes, I remembered, you group of people, one by one, can't get along in your own academy, and you think that you can't get the qualification for the quota of 'Hundred Courtyards Contention' in the Hundred Saints Academy, so you want to run to try your luck when I leave like a lost dog——"

He snorted coldly and said with extreme disdain: "A group of frogs sitting in wells watching the sky, I don't know where your conceit of treating others as 'turtles' came from! This is the cultivation of your nobles of the Central Holy Dynasty? Or have you lacked a tutor since you were a child, and your parents have not disciplined you well?"

"Presumptuous! Even with you turtles, you dare to speak falsely about our family!" The lazy voice just now changed from its previous arrogance, and coldly reprimanded, "What are you! Don't think that if my son gives you a few colors, you can start a dyeing workshop! You Dali is just a small country in the east of the Central Continent, and you so-called Dali nobles are just rich people in this small country who have never seen the world! With you, you are also worthy of being equal to us real nobles? You're blind!"

"Not bad. One of his companions sneered, then took over and said, "How dare you say that we are sitting in a well and watching the sky? It's really ridiculous! Have you ever seen a real nobleman who would sit on an equal footing with a group of rich landlords? Even if this nobleman is broad-minded, the rich landlords of other people are self-aware, and where is it like you who don't know how to measure, and actually kick your nose and put your nose in the face!"

"Are the families of the Central Holy Dynasty very extraordinary? How do I remember that my eldest brother used to tell me that in the Hundred Saints Academy, there are a group of people who obviously have no skills, but they like to pretend to be the first in the world and unmatched ****?" Just when this person's voice fell, Meng Wushao's undisguised ridicule had already echoed in this "righteous hall".

"What kind of person!" a cold snort rang out from the group, "You are also a student of the Ancestral Academy?"

At the same time, another group of people, apparently, finally discovered Meng Siao's existence.

"Five less!"

"Five less!"

Everyone was happy on their faces and greeted them one after another.

At the same time, among this group of people, there were also several voices that were diametrically opposed to the surprise of the crowd.

"Hey, Meng Lao Wu, what are you doing here!"

"That's it, originally our overall level was a little bit higher than that of this group of Central Saint Pilgrims, but now that you are here, with you, they will be a little bit higher than us!"

"Aren't you in retreat! Shut up your retreat well! Why do you have to intervene in everything!"

Meng Siao greeted the crowd, glanced at these people casually, and said with a smile: "'Meng Lao Wu' is also what you can call now?

As he spoke, he held the gold medal engraved with the words "Marquis of the Backing Mountain, the Marquis of the First Class", and shook it in front of everyone: "You, you, and you, give you another chance, what should you call the young master?"

"Master Meng...... Jin An ......" The person looked at the golden glittering token, opened his mouth, still lowered his head, and snorted weakly.

"Marquis Meng'...... auspicious," the other two also hummed weakly.

Meng Siao smiled and put away the token with satisfaction: "It's good to know, Ben Hou didn't trouble you, do you dare to say that Ben Hou is not? You are all grass people, it's best to be honest with Ben Hou, otherwise you will be punished with a crime of 'committing the following crimes' in minutes!"