"Hey, a disciple of Jixia Academy?"

Feng Qingyou glanced at Ye Qing, half-smiling but not smiling: "Now we have something good to watch."

The clothes worn by those scholars were the standard clothes of Jixia Academy, and their martial arts levels were not low, so they should undoubtedly be disciples of Jixia Academy.

"Yes, the fun has just begun!" Ye Qing smiled softly.

"Is that what you said just now?"

Xia Houxiao looked at a young man among them who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a face full of arrogance, and said expressionlessly.

"Brother Xiahou, forgive me. Gongyang is young and ignorant, and he offends brother Xiahou by speaking indiscriminately. I hereby apologize to brother Xiahou. I hope that brother Xiahou will be more lenient and forgive me!"

Before the young man could speak, an older man with a calm temperament next to him smiled and cupped his hands.

"Did you say what you just said?" Xia Houxiao ignored the man at all, but looked at the young man with cold eyes.

"I said it, so what can you do?" The young man on the side was about to speak, but he saw the young man taking the lead and said: "Learn martial arts first, and be kind in your heart. With your strength, you could have been easily defeated.

Why bother teasing him? Why take his life and commit more crimes when you could have spared his life?"

"What's wrong with saying that you don't have martial ethics?"

"The ram's words are right."

"The sage said that only by putting virtue first can we establish a world and govern the people. If you have military power but no virtue, you will become a thug."

"The combination of virtue and martial arts is the way to be a king. It is forbidden to be violent."

"Stop fighting with force, and benevolence comes first. Such behavior is really unworthy of the name of a warrior, and does not live up to the title of a warrior."

Beside the young man named Gongyang, several disciples from Jixia Academy agreed.

Everyone: "..."

The onlookers looked at the complacent Jixia Academy disciples and were speechless for a moment.

You don't even look at who the person in front of you is, and you dare to preach. Is this because you are stupid in reading, and you are showing off your limits here, or is there something wrong with your brain, and you are here to seek death?

Who is the person in front of me? It is Xia Houxiao, known as Xiao Wu Zun.

The name Xiao Wu Zun was not something Xia Houxiao claimed for himself, nor did he get it from his father's influence. Instead, he gained it with his punches and kicks, and even more with his swords and swords.

Xia Houxiao started practicing martial arts at the age of three and became successful at the age of nine. He joined the army at the age of thirteen and went through life and death. At the age of eighteen, he became anonymous and began to travel around the world, challenging masters from all walks of life and honing his martial arts.

The Kingdom of Wei is martial, and evil spirits are rampant. To compete with others is to fight to the death. They will fight to the death, and they can even affect the whole body. Therefore, since Xia Houxiao entered the world, he has gone through blood and fire, life and death, and killed countless people. He has never been a

What a kind-hearted and soft-hearted person.

These people dare to arrange Xia Houxiao like this. Isn’t it because the longevity star always eats arsenic (frost) and feels that his life is too long?

For a moment, everyone retreated in tacit agreement, staying away from the disciples of Jixia Academy to avoid splattering them with blood later.

"Silence!"

The young man also realized something was wrong, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly stopped: "I am Yuan Buchen, a disciple of Naijixia Academy. These are Yuan's classmates. They are all going out for the first time, and they don't understand etiquette.

, you have offended Brother Xiahou with your unscrupulous words and deeds, do you still hope that Brother Xiahou will forgive you?"

"Gongyang, Qinxuan, Mingxu, Wu An, quickly apologize to Brother Xiahou?"

"I am not wrong, why should I apologize?" Gongyang said angrily.

"That's right, Yuan Buchen, you have read so many books of saints and sages in vain. You are so ignorant and careless about right and wrong. How can you be worthy of being a disciple of my Jixia Academy?"

"Yuan Buchen, have you forgotten the teachings of the great Confucians?"

Several people scolded Yuan Buchen one after another.

"Shut up, everyone."

Yuan Buchen scolded angrily: "Did you forget that the scholar asked you all to listen to me during this trip?"

"Junior brothers are ignorant, I apologize to Brother Xiahou on their behalf."

"No need to apologize." Xiahou Xiao said coldly.

"Brother Xiahou has a broad mind, Yuan..."

There was a hint of joy on Yuan Buchen's face, but before he finished speaking, Xia Houxiao said coldly: "A dead person does not need to apologize."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Houxiao punched out, his blood and energy were like a rainbow, and the red sun burned the sky.

"Brother Xiahou..."

Yuan Buchen was horrified, and an inkstone appeared in his hand. There were ink characters flying in the inkstone, with a mighty literary spirit, protecting himself and a few people around him.

However, the next moment, Mo Ziwen Qi was punched through by Xia Houxiao, and the inkstone was overwhelmed and shattered inch by inch.

At the critical moment, several things suddenly flew out of Gongyang, Qinxuan and others' bodies, including a book, a writing brush, a bamboo staff, and a Confucian crown.

Above the four things, they are all filled with literary spirit and grandeur.

Then, on top of the scriptures, the scriptures are revealed:

Under the brush, the poems startle ghosts and gods;

The bamboo stick is knocked down, and the majesty lasts forever;

The Confucian crown covers the top, and the atmosphere is myriad.

Xia Houxiao's fist was directly blocked by books, writing brushes, bamboo sticks and Confucian crowns. Several disciples from Jixia Academy survived.

However, under the terrifying force of the fist, those four things instantly became dim and lackluster, with no grace at all.

Although the few disciples of Jixia Academy survived and did not die, they were vomited blood and breathless after being hit by Chiyang Wuji Jin.

"It seems that these Jixia Academy disciples have quite a lot of background!"

Ye Qing crossed his arms with great interest.

The books, writing brushes and other artifacts carried by these people are all extraordinary, and they are obviously gifts given to them by their elders for protection.

Sure enough, Gongyang, who had survived the disaster, looked fierce and said inwardly: "My father is Xia Yuanli, a great scholar from Jixia Academy. Do you dare to kill me?"

"My husband is the great scholar Zhang Xuanlang. Do you have to think clearly about killing us?"

"Kill us, Jixia Academy will not let you go!"

"Brother Xiahou, calm down..."

"Who you are is none of my business!" Xia Houxiao's voice was indifferent, as if he didn't care about the origin and background of the other party at all, and was only disdainful and cold.

After saying this, Xia Houxiao's whole body was filled with dark red light, and he still punched out.

"you dare……"

"My life is at an end!"

Feeling the murderous intent contained in Xia Houxiao's punch, Yuan Buchen, Gong Yang and others turned pale and looked desperate.

"Brother Xiahou, please show mercy."

At this moment, a voice as gentle as jade sounded, like a spring breeze blowing.

Under the spring breeze, droplets of ink appeared out of thin air, and then the ink dispersed and turned into flowers.

At the beginning, the flowers were dark and the ink marks were light. However, as the flowers slowly bloomed, the ink marks gradually faded away. Instead, they became colorful and delicate.

In just a moment, the spring breeze filled the garden with fragrance.

Xia Houxiao's falling punch hit the garden, just like the autumn wind blowing the ground and breaking the grass. The flowers in the garden withered and withered at the same time, and turned into dots of ink, falling to the ground and blooming.

And Xia Houxiao's punch also dissipated the energy.

At the same time, a man as gentle as jade and with a gentle temperament appeared in front of Xia Houxiao.

"It's Mr. Qingyuan..."

"Mr. Qingyuan..."

"I met Mr. Qingyuan..."

Yuan Buchen, Xia Gongyang and others, who had survived the disaster, were immediately overjoyed when they saw the person coming.
Chapter completed!