I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

After running for half a day, the bear-drawn carriage finally arrived not far from the Sansheng Temple. Before entering the temple, it stopped urgently.

Dugu Qingye with a pale face rushed out of the carriage, rushed to the grass beside the road and vomited endlessly.

This is motion sickness. In order to arrive on time, Xiong Da didn't care about the carriage behind him, and ran all the way down, bumping and breaking the fox man Dugu Qingye.

And the poor carriage was about to fall apart, so Jiang Yeming simply got out of the carriage, waited for Dugu Qingye to recover, and then walked to Sansheng Temple.

After waiting for a while, Dugu Qingye finally emptied his stomach, and a group of three went to Sansheng Temple.

When we arrived at the Sansheng Temple, we heard someone preaching loudly: "Today, the society will be held outside the Sansheng Temple. After the meeting, we will enter the temple to pay homage to the Sansheng."

Jiang Yeming looked around and saw hundreds of students sitting on the ground on the right side of the Sansheng Temple, as if they were listening to a lecture.

Good guy, it really is to use the literary society to gather Confucian scholars' cultural fortune, so as to snatch the golden body.

Jiang Yeming wasn't used to guys who robbed him of things. He didn't care how famous Evans Holy Spirit was, so he strode over.

On the flat ground, an elegant and long-bearded Confucian student was eloquent: "Taoism focuses on self-cultivation, pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect, and cultivates the future. But our Confucianism only cultivates the present life, restores etiquette, defines classes, promotes good and punishes evil, but it is more loved by the people. Between the two, you know it without me."

The Confucian scholars laughed when they heard the words, and said straightly: "Of course Confucianism is better. We help the world as well, and they take care of themselves alone."

Jiang Yeming was immediately displeased. Although he is currently a student of Confucianism, he is a student of Taoism at heart. He also practiced Taoist orthodox methods, and he also integrated various exercises. How could this fallacy be spread.

He strode towards Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Wensi, and his aura emerged freely, forcing the students to get out of the way, revealing a road.

Unhindered, Jiang Yeming walked up to Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Wensi, and said coldly: "In my opinion, there is no dispute between Confucianism and Taoism. If you really want to distinguish between good and bad, it depends on each person. Taoism does nothing, but it can also enter the world to save the common people at the moment when the world is falling.

Facing Jiang Yeming's questioning, Xu Mengyoung, the Holy Spirit of Wensi, stroked his long beard, and said calmly: "This student must have misunderstood. I only reasoned, and did not distinguish between right and wrong. Those are the free opinions of the students."

Jiang Yeming snorted coldly, and then said: "You use Wenxindiaolongshu very well, and you use it to clarify meaning. Although it is not clear, it is subtle. These students have already regarded you as a good teacher and good friend, and they will naturally be able to ask for them in the future."

Jiang Yeming's words, the students present were inexplicable, but Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Essays, changed his face drastically. Those words were his biggest secret. He had already controlled many students through the art of Wen Xin and Carving Dragons, and then transferred all the literary fortunes of those students to himself through the means of transfer. Adding the last batch of students, he can complete it satisfactorily.

Unexpectedly, at the most critical moment, a saboteur appeared, which reminded Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Wensi, of the Taoist theory of cause and effect.

Is it his own retribution? !
Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Evangelism, suddenly had an idea in his heart, even if it was retribution, how could it matter, the layout of these hundreds of years was for this moment, how could he stop doing it.

For this reason, Xu Mengnian, who had a heart demon outbreak, no longer concealed it, waved his long sleeves, and a golden book flew out.

'Wen Xin Carving Dragon Art. Golden Book Trapped the Enemy'

Immediately, the golden book opened automatically, and a majestic voice read from the book.

"Yingchuan Xu Donglin." "Hutai Bao Yuxing.".
Every time he shouted, a student would respond, and the golden book immediately released a suction force, absorbing a purple aura above the student's head.

This is the literary movement of the students. After being absorbed, they will no longer have any chance to counterattack in this world, and they will be unknown in the future.

It's a pity that these students whose minds have been controlled, even if they lose their literary fortune, still admire Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Wensi, and are even willing to fight Jiang Yeming for it.

Dugu Qingye, who saw all this in his eyes, scolded angrily: "Bastard, don't you know that senior brother is helping you? Xiong Da, let's go up and stop them."

Immediately, Dugu Qingye and Xiong Da stood in front of Jiang Yeming and fought with those students.

On the other side, as Wenyun continued to be absorbed, Xu Mengnian's confidence gradually recovered, and he couldn't help but looked at Jiang Yeming strangely: "Why didn't you stop me?"

Jiang Yeming replied calmly: "What's the use of blocking it? Although I haven't practiced Wen Xin Diao Long Shu, I also know that these students are destined to be hopeless. Even if I break your golden book trap, there are other backers."

He said, tied up the robe, rolled up the cuffs, moved his hands and feet, and then added: "I won't waste my energy, you quickly accept the Wenyun, we will fight, and the winner in the end will be able to touch the golden body."

Xu Mengnian, the holy spirit of Wensi, showed a surprised expression: "So you are also planning for it, so that's good, we will fight to decide the outcome."

Immediately, he accelerated the absorption of Wenyun, and after hundreds of purple Wenyun were all absorbed, a phantom of a Confucian and Taoist saint without a face appeared behind Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Wensi.

He flew into the sky, and proudly shouted: "Now, I have assembled thousands of talents and become a great saint of humanity. You will not kneel down and beg for mercy even if you are a clown."

Jiang Yeming, who had been waiting for a long time, was speechless, this bastard was too inflated.

Is it so easy to be a saint?That is a superpower comparable to the Ziwei Xianjun Realm. If it is divided by realm, Jiang Yeming has to go through the Huaxian Realm, Earth Fairy Realm, Heavenly Fairyland, and Daluojin Fairyland before he can compete with the saints who are on the same level as the Ziwei Xianjun Realm.

He couldn't complain about this person's arrogance, since he was so awesome, let's see the truth in his hands.

Immediately, Jiang Yeming bent his knees slightly and jumped into the sky.

With this kick, the ground sank tens of meters deep, and the students who were still fighting fell into the pit one after another.

In the sky, Jiang Yeming, who flew out at supersonic speed, rushed in front of Xu Mengnian, the Holy Spirit of Wen Si, within a few seconds.

Xu Mengnian, who was caught off guard, only had time to activate the mouth escape technique: "If you are not a son of man, you still don't stop."

"Stop your sister!" The casserole-sized fist blasted out like lightning, even if it was only the strength of forming a pill, it was still extremely strong.

Xu Mengnian's face was hit instantly, Juli turned his head around more than ten times, and his body flew far away in a whirl.

Boom, a deep pit fell into the plain in the distance, and the nearby garrison was startled, but they didn't dare to come over to investigate.

Could it be that the power of this punch killed the famous Evans Holy Spirit Xu Mengnian?
Jiang Yeming glanced at his fist, a little suspicious.

He hovered in the air, looking towards the deep pit, waiting for the final result.