"Success?"

In the Taixue Palace, each Confucian disciple looked at the sky, quickly came back to his senses, and looked at each other with shock on their faces.

what happens?

Such a terrible lightning disaster was cut away by the senior brother's sword?

"It seems to be the first chapter." Le Ru said.

"Plausible."

On the side, the scholar shook his head and responded.

"sharp."

Chen Qiaoer breathed a sigh of relief, that sword was truly amazing.

"abnormal!"

In the small courtyard, Li Ziye also recovered from the shock and couldn't help but curse. He suspected that they were not playing the same game!

This is too exaggerated!

At the same time, the Imperial Palace, Shouan Hall.

Emperor Shang looked in the direction of Taixue Palace, a cold look flashed in his sinister eyes.

In the Confucian sect, another character appears that we must be wary of.

"That sword strike just now was not a Confucian technique."

From behind, a black figure shrouded in black energy spoke and said in a deep voice, "It does look a bit like the Taoist method."

"Taomen?"

In front of the window, Emperor Shang smiled coldly and said, "The Dao Sect is in the past. Even though they were brilliant back then, they are just lingering now."

"Although the Taoist sect is destroyed, the inheritance of the Taoist sect still exists."

In the black air, the black figure said solemnly, "Whether it is the Confucian sect or other famous sects in the world, they are all inherited from the Taoist sect. The centipede insects are dead but not stiff. Your Majesty must be careful about them coming back again."

"Don't worry about these things."

Emperor Shang turned around, looked at the people behind him, and said in a cold tone, "How long are you going to delay what I want?"

"Already on the way."

The black figure responded, "Your Majesty should also fulfill his promise to our clan as soon as possible."

"rest assured."

Emperor Shang looked indifferent and said, "The king's promise is as true as his word."

"That's good."

The black figure nodded, then faded away and disappeared into the darkness again.

In front of the window, Emperor Shang turned his gaze back and looked at the thunderclouds gradually dispersing in the sky, with a look of contemplation on his face.

Bai Wangyu's last sword indeed had some shadow of Taoism.

It is a bit interesting for the Confucian disciples to practice Taoist techniques.

Southwest of the palace, Tingyuxuan.

Mu Wenqing stared at the sky, a smile appeared on his slightly pale face, and said, "Incredible junior."

"Your Majesty, that sword strike just now does not seem to be a Confucian martial art."

On the side, Mu Jin said in a concentrated voice, "Confucian martial arts are not so overbearing."

"Taomen."

Mu Wenqing said with a calm expression, "But it's not entirely a Taoist sect. It should be said to be the result of the integration of the two martial arts. The young man is awesome. How old is he?"

When Mu Jin heard this, her expression was shocked and she said, "What the prince means is that Bai Wangyu has gone out of his own way? How is this possible!"

"Nothing is impossible in this world."

Mu Wenqing said with emotion, "This is a good thing. Before the great catastrophe, if there are not a few geniuses outside the common sense, who will run for the common people after the winter catastrophe comes."

"I don't understand. This Confucian disciple is so amazing and talented. Why doesn't the Confucian leader give him the Book of Heaven?" Mu Jin asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"The reason is simple: force is not the key to breaking the situation."

Mu Wenqing said softly, "Otherwise, why would the Confucian leader entrust his future to others? Who in the world can be as powerful as the Confucian leader?"

Confucian Gate, East Courtyard.

Above the sky, the calamity clouds gradually dispersed, and Bai Wangyu's figure fell from the sky, half of his body stained with blood. After landing, he staggered on his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Lao Bai, how are you?"

Li Ziye stepped forward, supported the former, and asked worriedly, "Can't you die?"

"Probably not dead."

Bai Wangyu suppressed the surging blood in his body and said tiredly, "Brother Li, I have a feeling that when you enter the fifth realm, the movement will be louder than mine."

"No, don't curse me."

Li Ziye hurriedly bounced back the curse on the guy in front of him, and said, "I'd better continue to grow insignificantly and quietly enter the five realms. If you give me this battle, I will be cold. It's too scary."

"You can't escape by hiding."

Bai Wangyu smiled weakly and said, "Brother Li, you must be mentally prepared."

"Let's talk about it later."

Li Ziye responded casually and asked curiously, "By the way, Lao Bai, that sword strike you just made was so cool. Where did you learn it?"

"Brother Li, you taught me this."

Bai Wangyu said softly, "Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."

"Isn't this just nonsense?"

Li Ziye looked stunned and said in confusion, "I deceive people every day, and I can say such nonsense to as many as eight hundred if not a thousand."

"Isn't martial arts learned based on these principles?" Bai Wangyu responded.

"Is this okay?"

Li Ziye was stunned for a moment, feeling some pain in his trigeminal nerve. He looked at the penis in front of him and said seriously, "In this way, from now on I will recite ten or twenty great principles to you every day. You can teach the martial arts you have learned."

I, okay? It’s fair, right?”

"fair enough."

Bai Wangyu nodded slightly and said, "Deal."

"Wangyu."

In front of the wooden house, Confucius withdrew his gaze, looked at the disciple in front of him, and said, "Are you going to complete the second part of the Taishang Divine Refining Chapter?"

"Um."

Bai Wangyu nodded and said, "With a few more days, I can practice it."

"Don't use it unless absolutely necessary," Confucius said sternly.

"Disciple understands." Bai Wangyu responded softly.

…

Western Region, Tianyu Palace.

On the high throne, the scholar stared at the east, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

As expected of the successor chosen by Confucian scholars, he is truly extraordinary.

Thinking of this, the scholar turned his gaze to the west and said, "Yan Xiaoyu."

To the west of the temple, in a side hall.

Yan Xiaoyu was sitting cross-legged, his body was in a mess of light, his eyes were covered by a white cloth, and there were faint blood stains on the white cloth. Apparently, his eyes had been injured by Li Ziye before, and they had never recovered.

Ever since Yan Xiaoyu returned from the battlefield in the Western Realm with serious injuries, his state of mind has been severely affected and he has never been able to enter the Five Realms.

Blindness in both eyes is a blow that not everyone can bear.

Obviously, Yan Xiaoyu cannot.

As the son of a god, Yan Xiaoyu had never suffered such a setback. He was blind and was described as a cripple. Such a huge blow almost ended his path to martial arts.

"Yan Xiaoyu."

At this moment, the light fell in the main hall, and an illusory shadow walked out. He looked at the disciples in front and said lightly, "Bai Wangyu has entered the fifth realm."

In the middle of the hall, Yan Xiaoyu's expression was shocked when he heard the words, and his eyes, which were covered by white cloth, were filled with blood again as his mind fluctuated.

"Let's go to the land of extreme darkness."

In the light, the scholar said calmly, "Since he is willing to give you the power of light, he should also be able to help you heal your eyes."

Yan Xiaoyu heard the words of the palace master in front of him, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you, palace master."

"Yan Xiaoyu, don't let me down again, otherwise, your identity as the son of God will be left to others."

In the light, the scholar said something, his words faded, his figure faded and disappeared.

"Farewell to the palace master."
Chapter completed!