"Accept!" Jin Yao stood with his back facing him and said calmly.
Disciple Chunyu looked at the strand of long hair that fell to the ground. Although he was a little angry, he had to admit that this junior disciple was outstanding among contemporary disciples in terms of martial arts and talent. What a pity for his character!
"Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy!" Disciple Chunyu had no choice but to salute with his sword and walk out of the field.
"His sword is not only expensive, but also very fast." The great Confucian scholars looked at Jin Yao in surprise. They were not sure whether Ling Xu was genuine or not. After all, 99% of them were highly imitated, but it cannot be denied. , Jin Yao's shot timing and speed are very fast.
"There are very few rivals among people of the same age!" Chun Yuyue, who looked upright, frowned and said, at least they are no longer in the same lineage.
"Which one of you is sure?" Xunzi looked at the disciples behind him. This guy was really hiding deep.
"Master, let me go!" A young man stood up, holding an ancient scroll in his hand, saluted Xunzi, and then walked onto the debate stage.
"Ran Ming, courtesy name Ziming, of Boniu lineage, please give me some advice!" The young man saluted with a scroll in his hand.
Jin Yao's expression was slightly condensed, and he looked at the young man in front of him with some seriousness. He knew very well that the foundation of Confucianism was only now beginning to appear.
Only now are the true direct disciples of Confucian genius truly stepping forward.
"Junior brother, please give me some advice!" Jin Yao returned the greeting with his sword in hand.
Outside the court, He Guanzi smiled slightly, stroked his goatee, and thought to himself, "Finally, a disciple with some weight has taken action. Let's see how he can hide it."
Jin Yao's expression was bitter. He only knew one sword in Confucian swordsmanship. He was polite before fighting. It was okay against ordinary Confucian disciples, but against direct disciples of various Confucian lines, this sword was not enough.
And he couldn't expose the Mohist swordsmanship.
Jin Yao threw Ling Xu once, looked at Ran Ming again and said: "Junior brother does not hold a sword, and senior brother will not take advantage of you!"
Ran Ming was slightly surprised, then smiled and nodded seriously.
Ran Ming was not polite. They had seen clearly before in the audience that Jin Yao was very fast and powerful, and his sword moves were also very sharp. Therefore, they must not give the other party a chance to take the lead.
Driven by internal force, the ancient scroll swept toward Jin Yao like a long river of bamboo spears, giving Jin Yao no chance to get close.
"Wei Bian's three special skills!" Everyone present is knowledgeable. This is one of the top martial arts in Confucianism and the most special weapon.
"You've been fooled!" Jin Yao cursed in his heart when he saw the bamboo slips coming, why did he lose Ling Xu when he had nothing to do?
"Senior brother, I gave in!" Ran Ming smiled, looking at Jin Yao who was wrapped in Wei Bian and unable to move, and walked forward. At this time, everyone discovered that there was a short seal knife in his hand. Engraving pen.
"Brother, as a scholar, it's normal to carry a seal knife and carving pen with you, right?" Ran Ming smiled and turned the pen into a sword and slowly stabbed Jin Yao on the shoulder, who was still struggling.
"Keep pretending, show your ability, keep running!" The Confucian disciples went crazy. Finally, someone was able to go up and deal with this guy.
"Peng~" Suddenly a loud noise erupted in the field. Wei Bian was shattered and scattered towards the surrounding disciples. No one had time to see what happened. The first thing they chose was to avoid the flying bamboo fragments.
"Junior Brother, as a child from a poor family, it is normal for Senior Brother to have some strength, right?" The smoke cleared and everyone who was hiding had time to look at the field, only to find a bare-chested, bronze-skinned young man with a pair of thugs on the other side. A young man was thrown out of the debate stage with the opponent on his neck.
"So many injuries?" Master Xiang, He Guanzi and other great scholars all looked at the wounds on the naked boy's body, including scratches from swords, wounds from spears, halberds and arrows.
"Put on armor and train your golden body horizontally!" He Guanzi looked at Master Xiang and confirmed.
Xiangfuzi ignored He Guanzi. He was even more shocked because he knew that Jin Yao could practice the golden body horizontally. If he could leave so many injuries on his body despite the defense of the golden body, it would really be a narrow escape.
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"Who else is there?" Jin Yao looked around, with strong muscles and angry eyes, and scolded everyone.
"Comrade Xiangsong, you are worthy of being the queen of Jin Bi!" He Guanzi nodded, and this domineering shout was worthy of Jin Bi's name.
The Confucian disciples were also frightened. As Confucian disciples, they are all scholars. Although Confucianism talks about teaching without distinction, how many people in this era who can really read are not nobles?
As nobles, at this age, who would be willing to let them go out and experience hardships?
Therefore, Jin Yao's injuries were unimaginable to them.
"Senior brother, he..." Chunyu Wunian whispered to himself. They all felt that his senior brother was a two-faced person, so they wanted to help him correct himself.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
But after seeing Jin Yao's injuries, everyone fell silent. What kind of experience could a twelve-year-old boy have so many scars on his body?
Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered.
Therefore, the young Confucian disciples became silent and did not want to go on stage to fight again.
"That sword mark!" Mao Sui stared at the sword mark on Jin Yao's body in trance. He knew very well that the sword mark came from Zongheng's Hundred Steps Flying Sword.
There are only three people in the world who can fly a sword with a hundred steps, one is himself, and the other two are his master Gui Guzi and his nephew Gai Nie.
Master Guiguzi could not leave Guigu because of the sect rules of Guigu, and Gai Nie could not leave Guigu because he had not yet reached the age to become a master. Therefore, this sword could only have been struck by himself.
Combined with Jin Yao's horizontal training of the golden body, Mao Sui understood that this young man was once a descendant of Jin Bi, the great general of the Wei State with a prominent family.
Unfortunately, in order to unite, he and Pingyuan Jun went to Han, Wei and Chu to lobby the kings of various countries to send troops to rescue Zhao, but the King of Wei's request was to destroy the Jin people.
Memories from the past also came to mind, and Mao Sui finally remembered that at that time, a general of the Jin nationality fled with a child. He only had time to issue a killing sword. When they caught up, they only saw the general hugging him.
A child died in the wild.
"Substitute death!" Mao Sui understood. They dealt with it hastily without checking the injury of the child in the general's arms. It was obvious that the general had used another child to replace Jin Bi's legitimate son.
"I'm just following orders!" Mao Sui sighed. He didn't know what the conflict was between Wei and Jin, but in order to unite, they had no choice but to follow orders.
"When people of the same age fight to the death, no one can be his opponent!" Xunzi was also shocked.
The Confucian disciples may be no worse than Jin Yao in their self-respect, but in a real life-and-death fight, Jin Yao's experience will surpass all Confucian disciples.
For a moment, the Confucian family seemed to be silent, no one came up anymore, and what the scholars of hundreds of schools saw was that the Confucian disciples were all shocked by Jin Yao's scolding.