Chapter 451 The dispute between novelists and Confucianists
"How about I watch for a while?" The leader of the novelist said hesitantly when he saw that all his friends had left, but the Confucian people from the Confucius Temple and the Meng Mansion were still there.
"Those who are qualified and capable are the ones watching the fun. Do you have the ability?" Kong Desheng said coldly, obviously not having a good impression of the novelist family head.
"I'm not telling you, why are you interrupting? Come and hit me if you can!" The head of the novelist family looked at Kong Desheng and said provocatively.
Fu Nian, Yan Lu and Jin Yao were all stunned for a moment. Who is this? Kong Desheng is so brave and he is a master who seriously injured three masters with one move.
"Novelist, head of the family, Xianyu, cultivation level unknown!" Meng Linghua was not surprised.
Confucianists and historians have never been able to deal with novelists, because the records and biographies of Confucians and historians are all about kings and important events, and they are all dignified, bright and majestic.
However, novelists are different. Contrary to Confucianists and historians, novelists record the deeds of street gangsters and merchants in alleys, including dirty words and luscious romance.
Therefore, the audience that novelists faced was not scholars and scholars, but peddlers and pawns on the streets, who were also looked down upon by historians and Confucians.
In the end, it gradually became a quarrel between the two parties when they met, with no one looking down on the other!
"Are you sure you want to fight with me?" Kong Desheng's face darkened and he looked at the novelist coldly.
"I'm afraid you won't succeed. I can guarantee that taking action against me will be the thing you regret most in your life!" The novelist Zhu Xianyu sat down directly on the stone bench beside the bluestone path, picked his feet, and then used
The index finger that he had just picked at his foot pointed at Kong Desheng and hooked his fingers.
"So brave?" Fu Nian and Yan Lu looked at each other and were a little confused about Xianyu's strength.
The conversation between the two made the masters who had originally planned to leave stop.
"The master of the novel versus the second master of the Confucian Temple of Confucius, should you read it or not?"
"Anyway, we're all here. If the Mo family wants to do something, we've already done it. If we take a closer look, it should be fine."
"If you are caught, you will regret it for three to five years. If you don't watch it, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
"Look, as long as we run fast enough, the Mo family won't do anything to us!"
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So a group of masters found a position where they could advance and retreat freely, waiting for the duel between the two masters of the novelist and the Confucian Confucian Temple.
"I feel like I'm a little redundant!" Jin Yao said in a low voice.
Obviously the protagonist of Fangcheng should be himself, but now the protagonist has been changed, and everyone's attention is focused on Kong Desheng and Xianyu.
Even masters like Sword Master Wuming and Madam Xu appeared on the rooftop in the distance, watching from afar.
Kong Desheng looked at Xianyu, he was so arrogant, how could he still refuse?
"I won't bully you, so I'll fight you with a gun!" Kong Desheng said majesticly, taking a military-standard long gun from the air and pointing it diagonally at Xianyu.
"As expected, it's still like that. You say one thing but you're another. Bullying juniors don't know it. Who doesn't know that the weapon that made you famous, Kong Desheng, is a spear instead of a sword, yet you insist on saying you won't bully me!" Xianyu sneered and took out a dark blue gun.
long metal stick.
"The moon stick, the sword of the year, the spear for life, keep the sword with you!" Shuangxi swordsman calmly talked about the warrior's weapon training experience.
"But it's not absolute. It's easy to get started with a stick, but it's not easy to master it and master it!" Shuangxi Swordsman continued.
"Confucians versus novelists, spears versus sticks, some watched it!" All the masters were so focused that they were afraid of missing a single frame.
Kong Desheng was exposed by Xianyu, but he was not affected at all. It was not like he had never fought with Xianyu before, each had his own victory or defeat, so he also wanted to know what improvements Xianyu had made over the years.
"I'm offended!" Kong Desheng saluted, stepped hard with his feet, and the gun shot out like a dragon, and suddenly swept towards Xianyu.
"Boom~" The stone bench exploded, and Xianyu's figure suddenly disappeared, turning into dozens of afterimages, while more stick shadows suddenly hit Kong Desheng's body everywhere.
It seems that everywhere is a valley, and it seems that everywhere is just an afterimage.
"What a fast speed!" The onlookers were all surprised.
Every afterimage is also Xianyu, but because he is too fast, human vision can no longer keep up with his speed, or in other words, even this space cannot keep up with his speed.
Kong Desheng also frowned and looked at the Mohist masters. This was very similar to Jin Yao's sword just now. The speed was so fast that even a half-step celestial being would have difficulty keeping up with the opponent's speed. He could only rely on intuition and vigilance.
Come to fight back, even if you want to take the initiative, you can't do it.
"Mr. Xianyu was also a famous genius among hundreds of schools back then. He has a photographic memory and can draw inferences from one instance to another, which is almost a must for a genius!" Shuangxi Swordsman continued to explain.
"You can imitate after watching it once. This ability is really scary!" Jin Yao nodded.
"The Mo family is so proud. I can't learn this kind of sword skill. I just imitated it roughly. If I really knew the principle, I wouldn't have been almost stabbed!" Xianyu's voice appeared next to Kong Desheng from left to right.
"Faster!" Kong Desheng's gaze became even darker, because Xianyu's figure was no longer around, but he could sense that the opponent was still there, but the speed was too fast and he could not be locked.
Kong Desheng could only hold his spear and slowly turn around and change directions, trying to find the location of Xianyu.
"What is that!" Jin Yao asked.
Suddenly, silhouettes of people appeared on the street, including children and girls, traffickers and foot soldiers, traveling soldiers, government officials, beggars, knight-errants and singers...
"The realm of the Grandmaster, the manifestation of the Great Dao! Mr. Xianyu is indeed a half-step heavenly being!" Meng Linghua spoke, his expression becoming solemn.
"I said, you will regret fighting me!" Xianyu's figure also appeared in the crowd, but a young girl in her twenties appeared next to Xianyu.
The moment Kong Desheng saw the girl, his expression suddenly changed drastically, becoming confused and frightened, as if he had seen something that shouldn't exist.
"That's enough!" Meng Linghua suddenly took action and directly used the strength of a half-step celestial being to disperse all the phantoms, allowing Kong Desheng to wake up from his daze.
"Why did you take action!" Kong Desheng woke up and angrily looked at Meng Linghua who took action and yelled.
Meng Linghua didn't say anything, just sighed. He knew that Kong Desheng was not complaining about his intervention in the fight between him and Xianyu, but that he blew away the girl's figure.
Xianyu did not take the opportunity to make a sneak attack, but stood in the distance and looked at Kong Desheng with a languid smile.
"I lost!" Kong Desheng saluted with his spear in his arms and walked out of the square city without saying a word or looking back.
"What happened? Who is that girl?" Jin Yao asked curiously.
There must be some secret between this manifested girl and the second master of the Confucius Temple, otherwise Kong Desheng would not have lost his mind during the fight and would have taken the initiative to admit defeat and leave.
"Children, don't worry about adults' affairs, don't ask, don't pry!" Meng Linghua glanced at Jin Yao coldly, and then caught up with Kong Desheng who left in despair.