The third battle was the battle between the two great families in Kyoto, the Song family and the Meng family, and the two sides were Taoist and Confucian respectively.

Both of them are the first realm of the two veins of Taoism and Confucianism, the realm of qi cultivation and the realm of enlightenment!

Compared with the previous two different styles of the competition, this one is much more normal, the two of you come and go, the two of you learn to the fullest, the Tao magic, and the Confucian laws and regulations, collide with each other, and for a time it is also a stalemate.

It's just that because of Zhuyu in front, these two people are quite good in the duel, but it is difficult to arouse everyone's interest, there is neither danger nor strange scenes, and I can't help but feel bored.

In this battle, the two sides fought for half an hour, and in the end, the Taoist cultivator of the Song family was slightly better than the Zhenyuan cultivator, and became the third person to qualify.

This also made the head of the Song family smile a little more on his face, it is worth mentioning that the Song family in Kyoto and Lin Xiuyuan's biological mother Song Zhixi are of the same clan, but the two are not in the same vein.

The Song family is a great family for thousands of years, after hundreds of generations of wang family, there are many branches and leaves, and several veins have been divided, and Song Zhixi belongs to the Song family, based in the land of Yongzhou, and Kyoto is a branch of the veins, and the relationship between the two sides is not far away.

It's just that because the king of Zhennan is powerful in Kyoto, the people of the Song family in Kyoto wanted to rely on him, but they were looked down on by Lin Huaibei, and in the end they broke up unhappily, so that when the Zhennan Wangfu was in crisis, the Song family directly chose to watch from the wall.

When Lin Xiuyuan first returned to the mansion, he didn't know about it, and he didn't feel anything about the Song family, and he didn't even care about their so-called battle platform duel, but kept guarding the martial arts cultivator Du Zefeng who fell into a coma.

It wasn't until the third game was completed that Du Zefeng slowly woke up, and the moment he saw Lin Xiuyuan, his eyes were slightly complicated and gloomy, and he said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, I still haven't been able to keep the dignity of Wu Xiu."

Lin Xiuyuan just patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"You did a good job, in the face of an invincible opponent, you did your best, did not be timid, did not retreat, but chose to fight to the death and not retreat, this is the root of my martial arts cultivation."

The corners of Du Zefeng's mouth twitched, and he still said in a low voice:

"But in the end, I still couldn't defeat him, but I was toyed with by him and the palm of my hand, or I was too weak."

Lin Xiuyuan thought for a while, then pressed his shoulder, stared at the other party's eyes and said:

"So, you're going to give up?"

Du Zefeng looked at Lin Xiuyuan's cold eyes, although he couldn't see the other party's expression, he could still feel the grim aura, he gritted his teeth and said seriously:

"No, my martial arts cultivator, I don't know what it means to give up."

A smile appeared in Lin Xiuyuan's eyes, and his voice slowed down a lot, and he said softly:

"That's right, there is no natural strong, and there is no eternal weakling, as long as you go on firmly, one day, everyone will bow down."

Du Zefeng's eyes fluctuated slightly, obviously the other party was younger than his age, but for some reason, he looked at the other party, as if he had seen a former teacher.

Lin Xiuyuan stood up, looked at the other party, and said seriously:

"Don't worry, if you lose, I will help you win it back, and I will tell them all at this gathering."

"Martial cultivation is not weaker than anyone!"

When Lin Xiuyuan said this, a trace of incomparable confidence flashed in his eyes, and there was a determined light.

Du Zefeng looked a little sluggish for a while, but he suddenly believed what he said in his heart.

This is a kind of blind belief, even he can't say the reason himself, but he just thinks that this teenager will definitely do it!

Therefore, Du Zefeng nodded seriously and firmly at this moment, then supported his body, sat up straight, and said in a deep voice:

"Please also ask Brother Xie to win glory for my martial arts cultivation!"

Lin Xiuyuan's eyes narrowed, under the mask, no one saw it, and the young man's face showed a bright smile that he hadn't seen for a long time!

It was at this time that the fourth and final competition of the first round finally began!

This time, the young man who came to the stage made Lin Xiuyuan pay little attention!

Green shirt and cloth clothes, carrying a long sword!

This young man with a sword on his back, who has been sitting next to the young emperor, is not only outstanding in appearance, but also has a natural arrogance, which is also turbulent.

Very strong!

From the moment Lin Xiuyuan saw this person for the first time, he could clearly feel that the other party's strength was very strong, and it was not clear how strong it was.

The young man with the sword stood on the stage, his face was as calm as water, looking at Chen Wushuang on the high platform, he did not perform the Confucian disciple salute, but similar to Wu Xiu's fist hugging dao:

"Confucian sword cultivation, Sikong Xing."

In such a simple sentence, he introduced his identity to everyone, and then stood with his hands in his hands, waiting for his opponent to come to power.

Faced with this scene, Chen Wushuang, who was on the high platform, was still expressionless, unhappy or angry, and didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with the young man's move.

The other people in the field looked at each other, and in the eyes of this person, in addition to jealousy, there was also a trace of envy and complexity.

Sikong Xing, a young man who is also famous for his weirdness, is one of the few geniuses in the Confucian cultivation lineage who does not use the Confucian laws and regulations of heaven and earth as a means, but is proud of his sword cultivation.

Even because of his sword cultivation talent, the old immortal who asked Xishu to ask the Sword Pavilion personally went to Haoran Academy to ask the Sword Saint Venerable, just to want to include him in the Sword Pavilion.

In the end, it was because he himself was unwilling, so he didn't do it!

The realm of Confucianism, the peak of the state of mind!

Sword cultivation realm, the peak of soul refining realm!

There were no surprises, not even a competition at all.

The moment Sikong Xing stood on the stage, the Dao cultivator of the Foundation Realm who was invited by the Li family who was fighting against him had already admitted defeat!

Therefore, this one is also the only competition that has ended without a shot in the past four games!

Facing the foundation building realm Dao cultivator who directly admitted defeat, Sikong Xing didn't seem to be happy, looking at the other party's eyes, full of disappointment and disdain, no matter which of the four veins, as a cultivator, he didn't even have the courage to make a move, and he was destined to have a bleak future!

didn't say anything, the four competitions were over, and the five people who appeared at the conference were all determined.

Among them, except for Lin Xiuyuan, who entered the next round because of a bye, is a martial cultivator, and the Qi Realm Dao cultivator who won by luck, the other three are all Confucian cultivators!

Chen Wushuang stood up with an expression on his face and looked at the five people:

"At the end of the first round, do you need to rest and adjust?"

Lin Xiuyuan had never competed, so naturally he didn't need to, so he didn't talk, Sikong Xing also didn't make a move, so he was the same as him, and Duan Yunhai shook his head proudly, Li Huaisheng really wanted to take a break, and under the expression of Princess Changyang who was almost about to turn her face, she didn't say anything after all.

After all, although he was on the field, he was the only one who sat there and read, not to mention fighting, he didn't even move, and the most unqualified person to say rest, except for Lin Xiuyuan, who had a bye, was him!

Only the Dao cultivator who cultivated the Qi Realm was left, and when he saw that no one spoke, although he wanted to rest very much, he was still embarrassed to say this, and his face was bitter and silent.

Chen Wushuang looked around and spoke again:

"Since there is none, then start the second round, as before, to draw lots to determine the opponent, one or two battles, three or four battles, five for the single lot, the person who draws can directly enter the next round."

Everyone glanced at each other, and there were fluctuations in their eyes, and in the end, it was the young Confucian Confucian cultivator, Duan Yunhai was the first to speak:

"Master Chen, isn't it a little unfair to have such a bye, if someone is lucky and keeps having a bye, wouldn't they be able to do nothing and go straight to the end?"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone present clearly knew who he was referring to, and their eyes couldn't help but subconsciously look at the young martial artist with the mask.

Lin Xiuyuan felt everyone's gaze, but he raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Duan Yunhai, and did not speak.

For him, it doesn't matter if he has a bye or not!

Even, he prefers not to have a bye, otherwise, this competition will be too boring.

When Chen Wushuang heard this, he just glanced at the other party and said indifferently:

"My generation of cultivators, walking on this avenue, how far you can go, in addition to your own hard work and talent, luck and chance, is also extremely important, if there is no luck, no matter how amazing your talent is, if you can't go to the end, it's in vain."

Speaking of this, he looked in the direction of Lin Xiuyuan and said again:

"Besides, the so-called luck is only two rounds at most, even if someone is really lucky, successfully passing these two rounds, without absolute strength, it is still useless in the face of the final three-person competition."

When Duan Yunhai heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, but in the end, he nodded, signaling that he understood, and the others naturally didn't say anything more, Chen Wushuang was able to explain to them, which was already good.

Otherwise, with the other party's cultivation and status, as long as they decide something, can they still change it?

Since no one had any objections, Chen Wushuang put the lottery bamboo tube on the platform again, and the five of them walked onto the platform one after another and began to draw lots.

Sikong Xing was the first to draw lots, and it was 'two' that was taken, and after him, it was Duan Yunhai who drew lots, and it was 'three' that was drawn.

This also means that it is impossible for the two to meet in this place, but it also means that in the next place, no matter who wins the remaining two lots, except for five, they will face the two who seem to be the most powerful on the surface of this sage meeting.

After they finished drawing, the next one was the reluctant Li Huaisheng.

Before the scholar came to the stage, he began to mutter:

"Five, it must be five, and please ask the sages to appear, don't let me fight."

Lin Xiuyuan stood beside him, looking at this nervous reader, somewhat speechless.

Under Li Huaisheng's rough mood, like a gambler in the market, he carefully pulled out a lot, and then quietly glanced at it, but he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Five, five, wonderful, wonderful!"

What he has in his hand is the single sign with five written on it, and this means that Lin Xiuyuan and that Taoist cultivator will inevitably fight with the other two.

Lin Xiuyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and Dao Xiu was sad, even desperate!

In the end, Lin Xiuyuan drew 'one', and the Taoist priest who was the last to do so didn't have to draw lots to know the result.

In the second round, Lin Xiuyuan fought against Sikong Xing!

The only remaining Taoist cultivator has to face the young genius of Confucianism, Duan Yunhai!