As the sky was about to dawn, Chen Qingshan took the broom and sprinkled water to clean the main street. The villain was about to welcome the door, but the villain was also a guest. As the observer of Kongmingfang, Chen Qingshan naturally wanted to sweep the street to welcome the guests.

A group of young men in white, with white deer embroidered with cuffs, came from outside the yard. The leader was an elder from the academy named Zhao Yuanhai, a seventh-level Confucian scholar. He was famous for his iron fan and had killed many great enemies in the northwest.

Zhao Yuanhai led his team from the west and bowed to the people coming from the east: "Senior Brother Wang."

The man was the Marquis of Baiyi. The Marquis of Baiyi was the same surname as the Minister of War. In fact, the two surnames with the most surnames in the Tang Dynasty were Wang and Xie.

Even in the inner city of Chang'an, there is a street where officials live, called Wangxie Lane. In this Tang Dynasty, people born in Chang'an City always felt that their status was higher than those in other places. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a top-notch person, but people born in Wangxie Lane were born with golden spoons on their mouths, and they were the best people.

"Junior Brother Zhao." The Marquis of White-Free smiled and nodded to Zhao Yuanhai. The Marquis of White-Free appeared, naturally because he wanted to see Chen Qingshan's thoughts. He was a little curious about what the youngest marquis of the Tang Dynasty looked like now.

"I've seen the uncle of the master." The white deer disciple behind Zhao Yuanhai bowed to the Marquis of White, and his eyes were filled with respect. There was a popular saying among scholars, "Learn from the martial arts of literature and martial arts, and sell it to the imperial family. His uncle Wang is already a great minister. Many Confucian scholars in the academy use the Marquis of White, as a benchmark."

"What does Master mean?" asked the white-clothed Marquis Zhao Yuanhai.

"Master means to try to control movement and stillness within a certain range, and do not shock the sky in Chang'an City." Zhao Yuanhai replied, and he also called the head of Bailuyuan Master.

"I understand." said the Marquis of Baiyi. The heaven in Chang'an refers to His Majesty the Holy Emperor.

Zhao Yuanhai thought for a while, then said, "Senior Brother Wang, in fact, Master came to Kongmingfang last night."

"Oh?" The Marquis of Baiyi was a little strange and said lightly. Since the head of Bailuyuan has come to Kongmingfang, why are there still some Taoist priests in Kongmingfang. With the cultivation level of Bailuyuan, there are too many ways to control Kongmingfang quietly, or there are cultivators of the same level taking action.

"Is it the dragon elephant of Longhu Mountain protecting the mountain?" asked the white-clothed Marquis. The only person in Kongmingfang who could compete with the head of the White Deer Courtyard was the black scale.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuanhai shook his head and said no. When the head of Bailu Courtyard came last night, there was another person who blocked him, but that existence. The head of Bailu Courtyard regarded him as unspeakable.

The white-clothed Hou stood on the street with her hands in her arms, her temperament was a little extraordinary. Looking at Kongmingfang, Chen Qingshan stood up a broom and looked back.

"Marquis Taiping." "Marquis of White-clothed." The two said almost at the same time.

Chen Qingshan had never seen Marquis of Baiyi before, but he recognized Marquis of Baiyi at a glance in the crowd.

It’s a very interesting thing. When you hear that someone has never seen someone before, you will first outline his appearance in your mind and write down the feeling he gives you. When you meet one day and feel like you meet, you will know that it’s this person.

Without any other politeness, the Marquis of Baiyi said directly: "This Kongmingfang is here, Bailu Academy is here." His tone was very plain, as if he was notifying him, instead of asking for advice. He was both a marquis, but he was in the seventh realm and even injured the eighth realm wolf master of the barbarians in the northwest, so he had the confidence to say this.

Chen Qingshan stood the broom beside him, stretched his waist without any fear: "So, does the Marquis in White mean to force him to rob him? This is a disgrace. If it is spread, it will be called the people of Chang'an, or even the people in the world who think of the Marquis?"

"There is nothing to be watched. Those who are capable are just there. If the Marquis of Taiping do not dislike it, let the Confucian scholars of Bailu compete with the Taoist priests of Kongmingfang. Let's see if Bailu has the ability or these Taoist priests of Kongmingfang are the capable." The Marquis of Baiyi responded.

Chen Qingshan sighed and walked around, but it was just a fight. It was just that the fight in Chang'an City needed a reason to block the crowd.

Those who fight directly are gangsters, and only those who have reason are decent people. The Taoist priests and Confucian scholars here can be considered decent people.

"In this way, according to the Marquis of White, what kind of playing style is it?" Chen Qingshan asked.

"There is no need to be a fuss. Each person will be able to win two games in three games. The loser will withdraw from Kongmingfang." Zhao Yuanhai, who was standing next to the Baiyihou, replied.

"So, our opponent is the young Confucian scholar of Bai Lu?" Dao Shisan, Agou, Qing Shiniang and a group of Taoist priests walked to Chen Qingshan.

This is what Dao Thirteen asked.

"Nature." Zhao Yuanhaidao did not underestimate Dao Thirteen because he had no identity.

"Although I am a sword cultivator, I am still a member of Kongmingfang." Chen Qingshan raised his last question.

"You are the observer of Kongmingfang, so you can naturally calculate that if the Marquis of Taiping is not afraid of hurting him, you can take action as you wish, but don't blame Zhao for not reminding him that this sword has no eyes." When Zhao Yuanhai came, he naturally thought that Chen Qingshan would take action, and even because he attached enough importance to Chen Qingshan, the head of Bailuyuan also prepared some things.

Just as His Majesty the Holy Emperor said in the Hall of Supreme Harmony that day, he gave Chen Qingshan the title of Marquis Chen Qingshan. No matter whether Chen Qingshan wanted to or not, he had already put him on the table. No one in this world would underestimate a Marquis of the Tang Dynasty and would be against him. Naturally, he would have to prepare some means in advance.

"I am also a rough man, and I will be injured if I am injured." This is Chen Qingshan's answer.

The two sides began to discuss the candidates for the competition. Compared with Bai Lu’s group of young Confucian scholars, there were not many people available in Kongmingfang, and there was even no choice, because there were only three young people in Kongmingfang: A Gou, Chen Qingshan, and Dao Shisan.

Agou is not bad, a martial artist in the second level, and Dao Thirteen has no cultivation. The tactics of winning two games in three games are obviously not fair to Kong Mingfang.

"I am also a Taoist priest, and I will fight when I fight. Without cultivation, I don't necessarily know how to fight, so it doesn't mean I will lose." This is what Dao Thirteen said.

The people from Bailu Academy were obviously prepared in advance, two men and one woman, and Chen Qingshan felt the sword energy on one of the handsome men. The handsome man was obviously also a sword cultivator. The sword cultivator looked at Chen Qingshan with a fighting spirit, but not much, but more of it was jealous, because Chen Qingshan was about the same age as him, and Chen Qingshan was a marquis, but he was not. He only felt that Chen Qingshan was a little lucky, and his luck made him jealous.

The jealousy of the White Deer Sword Cultivator comes from the spirit in his heart. The young man's heart was so unwilling to accept that no one was convinced, so he looked at Chen Qingshan and had a provocation in his eyes.

Facing the provocative look of the sword cultivator, Chen Qingshan smiled and chose to ignore him. He is the Marquis of Taiping. In terms of identity, he is an elder and cannot be scrupulous with children.

Agou took out a steel knife. This knife was something in the Tang Wu Zu camp, which was not good, but it was stronger than tenacity.

The steel knife slashed on the ground, bringing sparks, the bluestone slab was broken, and the dog stood with a knife, with a military style: "Please give me advice."

The male cultivator from Bailu Academy walked out, bowed to Agou, and held the Confucian scholar's etiquette: "Yang Chen, early stage of the second realm." Although Bailu Academy was a bit unreasonable in its work, there was no need to say anything about etiquette.

Yang Chen, a Confucian scholar in the early stages of the Second Realm, had an iron fan. He was considered half of Zhao Yuanhai's disciple and a young hero.

Agou and Yang Chen bowed each other and then set off their posture. Agou's blood surged, and when he stepped on his feet, he shot towards Yang Chen. The martial artist wanted a close-up.

Any monks of the same level who fight with a martial artist in close combat generally do not get any benefits. Yang Chen naturally knew this principle, and a breeze was raised under his feet, and he lifted it up and moved it to the side. Confucian scholars and sorcerers can use some five elements techniques, but the sorcerers learn a little complicated, which leads to the ever-changing techniques of their magic. The Confucian scholars generally fall within the five elements, because Confucian scholars believe that the five elements are the right ones in heaven and earth.

As for that Taoist school, there is only thunder method.

Yang Chen moved his feet sideways, and his hands were not idle. He stood up the spirit fan in his hand. With one finger, the spirit fan turned into blue. The five fan bones separated from the fan and killed Ah Gou from the five directions.

"Ding Ding Ding..." With a series of crisp sounds, five fan bones were nailed into the bluestone slab. Although the fan bone was small, the force was a bit strong. After Ah Dog blocked it, he stopped castrating.

Agou felt that the bone was a little strange, but he couldn't say it. Before Agou could think about it, Yang Chen's attack came again. Yang Chen called back five fan bones, and the other remaining fan bones flew out, and then spliced ​​them together to form a wheel.

"Go!" As Yang Chen's voice sounded, the wheel quickly rotated, and the vigorous energy brought out a gully wherever it passed. At the same time, a fiery red bead appeared in Yang Chen's hand, and his magic power surged into it. A fire snake about 10 meters spit out a letter and drilled out. The fire took advantage of the wind and grew in the wind. The fire snake instantly became larger, more than ten meters, which was comparable to the tall buildings in Kongmingfang.

The fire snake held the fan wheel and rushed towards Agou. Chen Qingshan frowned. Yang Chen's strength was just as good as Agou. If Agou approached him, he might not be able to kill him.

But Yang Chen has many treasures, whether it is the Fire Snake Bead or the Spirit Fan, they are all treasures, and Ah Gou only has a steel knife in the Tang Dynasty.

The fire snake is like a god and a demon, and the gou is like a mortal who challenges the power of the divine power. The fire snake opens its mouth and sniffs the flames in its mouth, like the underworld.

Agou's robe was ignited by flames, and then turned into ashes, revealing its strong muscles. The fire light shone into bronze. Agou jumped high, and the sword energy poured out three feet into it, slashing towards the head of the fire snake.

The head of the fire snake hit the ground heavily and turned into flames. The flames flowed like divine blood, flowing under the feet of Ah Gou.

"Tick." Scarlet blood fell down, with a luster like pearls and jade.

A shocking wound on Agou's chest was caused by that wheel. The moment Agou cut off the snake's head, the wheel exploded and turned into twelve fan bones. Agou blocked some, but not all of them.

Agou's eyes were very bright, like a wounded lone wolf. The bleeding would only arouse his fierceness, but the steel knife in Agou's hand was no longer like that. First, the flames burned, followed by the violent impact of the fan bones again and again, and the steel knife had been deformed.

"Come on the fight." Agou rushed towards Yang Chen with a steel knife. Twelve fan bones spiraled, and Yu Yang Chen's hand turned into a spirit fan again.

Yang Chen did not hide this time because he knew that Agou was at the end of his strength now. The spirit fan was connected with the steel knife, and the steel knife cast by the mortal iron was instantly broken. Perhaps because Agou's power was too great, the steel knife was broken completely, and the largest fragment was only the size of a finger, like the whereabouts of an ice crystal.

A fan bone fell off from the spirit fan. When the chest passed through Agou's body, blood was spit out of Agou's mouth with a wow sound.

"It's over." Zhao Yuanhai, who was standing aside, smiled. In order to make Yang Chen successfully win the first game, Bai Lu took out a treasure. The Fire Snake Bead, which contains the soul of the Five Realms Li Fire Snake and Yang Chen's spirit fan, were also poisoned. This poison cannot kill people, but it can make people's body numb without realizing it.

However, Zhao Yuanhai did not expect that the second level of martial artist did not fall down, and the sound of madness came from A Gou's mouth.

"It doesn't matter if the knife is gone. Our martial artists are the strongest and most proudest of their body!" Blood flowed, but Agou's eyes became brighter and brighter. He slowly raised his head, and his eyes were full of violence. His appearance was like a mad dog who was wandering in the world and could not leave for a long time. Before he could complete what he wanted to do, it would be useless for the King of Hell to come.
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