"Take!" Jin Yao stood with his back to him and said lightly.

Disciple Chun Yu looked at the strand of long hair that fell to the ground, although he was a little angry, but he had to admit that this junior disciple was an outstanding existence among contemporary disciples in terms of martial arts and talent, but it was a pity that this heart!

"Thank you, senior brother, for your mercy!" Chun Yu's disciples had to hold their swords and salute and walk out of the arena.

"His sword, not only expensive, but also fast." The Confucian Confucians looked at Jin Yao in surprise, they were not sure whether Ling Xuan was genuine, after all, it was not unprecedented, but it could not be denied that Jin Yao's timing and speed were very fast.

"There are few opponents of the same age!" Chun Yuyue, who was upright, frowned and said, at least they should not be in the same vein.

"Which of you is sure?" Xunzi looked at the disciples behind him, this guy is really hiding deeply.

"Master, I'll go!" A young man got up, held the ancient scroll, saluted Xunzi, and then stepped onto the debate stage.

"Bo Niu Yimai, Ran Ming, Zi Ming, please ask my senior brother for advice!" The boy saluted with a scroll.

Jin Yao's expression was slightly condensed, and he looked at the young man in front of him with some solemnity, he knew very well that the Confucian heritage was only beginning to appear now.

The true Confucian genius disciples are only now truly standing up.

"Senior brother, please advise!" Jin Yao hugged the sword and returned the salute.

Outside the field, Que Guanzi smiled slightly, stroked his goatee, and secretly thought, "Finally, a bit of a heavyweight disciple has made a move, this kid looks at how he hides." ”

Jin Yao's expression was bitter, he only knew one sword in Confucian swordsmanship, saluted first and then soldiered, and it was okay for ordinary Confucian disciples, but for the disciples of various Confucian lineages, this sword was not enough.

And he can't expose the Mo family's swordsmanship.

Jin Yao threw Ling Xuan over, looked at Ran Ming again and said, "Senior brother doesn't hold a sword, and senior brother doesn't take advantage of you!" ”

Ran Ming was slightly surprised, then smiled and nodded seriously.

Ran Ming was not polite, they had already seen clearly in the audience before, Jin Yao's speed and body skills were very fast, and his sword moves were also very sharp, so they must not give the other party a chance to take the lead.

Driven by internal forces, the ancient scrolls seemed to be swept towards Jin Yao by a long river composed of bamboo spears, not giving Jin Yao a chance to get close at all.

"Wei Bian is a must!" The people present were all knowledgeable people, this is one of the top martial arts of Confucianism, and it is also the most special kind of weapon.

"Fooled!" Jin Yao scolded in his heart when he saw the bamboo slip attacking, why did he lose Ling Xuan if he had nothing to do!

"I conceded it, senior brother!" Ran Ming smiled, looked at Jin Yao, who was wrapped in the middle by Wei Bian and couldn't move, and stepped forward, and at this time, everyone realized that there was a short seal knife carving pen in his hand.

"Senior brother, as a scholar, it's normal to carry a seal knife and a pen with you, right?" Ran Ming smiled and slowly stabbed Jin Yao in the shoulder with a pen sword.

"Load it again, you can do it, run again!" The Confucian disciples are crazy, and finally someone can go up and clean up this guy.

"Bang~" Suddenly a loud bang broke out in the field, Wei Bian was shattered and scattered to the surrounding disciples, and everyone didn't have time to see what was happening, the first choice was to dodge the flying bamboo pieces.

"Senior brother, as a child from a poor family, it's normal for senior brother to have a little strength, right?" When the smoke and dust cleared, the evasives had time to look into the arena, only to find a shirtless, bronzed-skinned teenager with a pair of thugs on the neck of another teenager, and threw the opponent out of the debate platform violently.

"So many injuries?" Xiangfuzi, Que Guanzi and other great Confucians all looked at the wounds on the naked boy's body, including scratches from swords, guns, halberds and arrow wounds.

"Armor Gate, Horizontal Golden Body!" Crane Guanzi looked at Xiangfuzi and confirmed.

Xiangfuzi didn't pay attention to the crane Guanzi, officially because he knew that Jin Yao would practice the golden body, he was even more shocked, and he could leave so many injuries on his body under the defense of the horizontal training golden body, it was really nine deaths.

"Who else!" Jin Yao looked around, with strong muscles, tiger eyes glaring, scolding the Quartet.

"The general is worthy of being the queen of Jin's contempt!" Crane Guanzi nodded, this domineering cheer was worthy of the name of Jin Contempt.

The Confucian disciples were also frightened, as Confucian disciples, they are all scholars, although Confucianism talks about teaching without class, but how many people who can really read in this era are not nobles?

As aristocrats, at this age, who is willing to let them go out and go through the trials and tribulations?

Therefore, Jin Yao's injury was unimaginable to them.

"Senior brother, he ......" Chun Yu Wunian blamed himself in a low voice, they all felt that the senior brother was a two-faced person, so they wanted to help him correct it.

But after seeing Jin Yao's injuries, everyone was silent, what kind of experience could make a twelve-year-old boy have so many scars on his body.

Don't persuade others to be kind without others suffering.

Therefore, the young disciples of Confucianism were silent and did not want to fight on the stage again.

"That sword mark!" Mao Sui stared at a sword mark on Jin Yao's body, and he knew very well that the sword mark was from a hundred-step flying sword in vertical and horizontal directions.

And there are only three people in the world who can fly swords in a hundred steps, one is himself, and the other two are his master Guiguzi and his nephew Gai Nie.

Master Guiguzi can't leave Guigu because of the rules of Guigu, and Gai Nie can't leave Guigu because he hasn't reached the age of leaving the school, so this sword can only be played by himself.

Combined with Jin Yao's horizontal training golden body, Mao Sui understood that this young man was once a descendant of Jin Contempt, a general of Wei who had a prominent family.

It's a pity that in order to join forces, he and Pingyuan Jun went to Han, Wei and Chu to lobby the kings of various countries and send troops to rescue Zhao, and the King of Wei's request was to destroy the Jin clan.

The memories of the past also floated, and Mao Sui finally remembered that there was a general of the Jin clan who fled with a child, and he only had time to send out a killing sword, and when they caught up, they saw the general holding a child and dying in the wild.

"Die for it!" Mao Sui understood, they did not go to check the injury of the child in the general's arms and hastily dealt with it, and it was obvious that the general had replaced Jin's sister-in-law with another child.

"I'm just doing what I'm told!" Mao Sui sighed, he didn't know what the contradictions between the Wei State and the Jin clan were, but in order to join forces, they could only follow orders.

"Between the same age, life and death fight, no one is his opponent!" Xunzi was also shocked.

Confucian disciples are pampered, and their cultivation may not be worse than Jin Yao, but in the real life and death struggle, Jin Yao's experience will surpass all Confucian disciples.

For a while, Confucianism seemed to be silent, and no one went up again, and what the hundred scholars saw was that the Confucian disciples were all shocked by Jin Yao's shout.