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In the arena.

The competition between Ji Yuan and Tuoba Yufei ended, and the competitions on other stages also came to an end one after another. There was no suspense at all in the battle between Mo Jiuzhong and Xiao Changkong.

End the competition in the fastest way possible.

Mo Jiuzhong knocked Xiao Changkong out of the ring with one palm and won the victory easily. Because he did not use his full strength, he did not attract everyone's attention.

The first round of fighting is over.

The winners were Ji Yuan from Daqin Spring and Autumn Academy, Mo Jiuchong from Tianmeng Changsheng Academy, Tuoba Lingkong from Daqian Sun and Moon Academy, and Xiao Chen from Daxia Jixia Academy.

Tuoba Yufei was defeated and felt so ashamed that she waved her sleeves in anger and left the arena. Before leaving, she glared at Ji Yuan fiercely, as if to say, I'm not playing with you.

Next is the first written test, and there will be a martial arts competition in the afternoon.

There were not many disciples from the four major colleges taking part in the written examination, only eight in total.

Yun Canglan's opponent was Song Qingye from the Jixia Academy of Great Xia, and Yan Wu's opponent was Zhu Jinqiu, a disciple from the Changsheng Academy. As the eight disciples stepped onto the stage, Feng Yao announced the start of the written test.

this moment.

On the high platform.

The sound of discussion arose. Dao Shijiu and Lin Fancang were discussing Song Qingye. From them, they learned that this boy was born with literary aura and received guidance from the Sage of Literature.

He once listened to sermons from the Master of Literature for a year and was praised by the Master of Literature and Taoism, who called him a rare genius in literature and Taoism.

As the two finished their words, none of the deans of the three colleges on the podium were optimistic about Yun Canglan. They all believed that this written test was a foregone conclusion and that Yun Canglan could not be Song Qingye's opponent.

Ye Daosheng and Li Qingtian looked at each other, and they remained silent, watching Dao Shijiu and Lin Fancang showing off. A battle took place above the Dark Forest, and Li Qingtian witnessed Yun Canglan's strength with his own eyes.

What a rare literary genius that only appears once in a century.

In Li Qingtian's opinion, Yun Canglan's talent in literature far exceeds that of the literary saint and Taoist Confucianist of that year. When she grows up, she will be the new literary saint of Jiuzhou.

Song Qing can at most be considered as a registered disciple of Wen Sheng. If he wants to compete with Yun Canglan in literary arts, he is still too weak.

Therefore, Li Qingtian was not worried at all that Yun Canglan would lose. In fact, in his mind, Yun Canglan was the only one who would top the list of this literary examination.

"Master Ye, Song Qing of Da Xia is also quite famous in the martial arts world and is known as the Little Sage of Literature. Do you, the disciples of the Spring and Autumn Academy, have a chance to win?"

"Remind her not to force it, or else her life might be in danger."

Ying Wenjian stood behind Ye Daosheng and gave him a reminder.

"Don't worry, Master Ying, Canglan will be fine." Ye Daosheng was not worried at all that Yun Canglan would lose. Among the younger generation, he was the only one who was slightly better than Yun Canglan in literary attainments.

As for Song Qingye, he had some talent in literature, but not much.

Xiao Chen sat beside Dao Nineteen and Lin Fancang, watching the battle that was about to begin on the stage, and deliberately said loudly: "Senior Brother Song's talent in literature is so great that even the Master Wensheng has praised him highly. This little girl Daqin is unknown and looks ordinary. She can't be a match for Senior Brother Song."

His voice was very loud and he was not far away from Ye Daosheng, so it was obvious that he was speaking intentionally for Ye Daosheng to hear.

In response to Xiao Chen’s provocation, Ye Daosheng only wanted to say one thing: I won the battle of Taiming.

"I am Song Qing from the Jixia Academy. Please teach me!"

"Spring and Autumn College, Yun Canglan, I'm sorry."

After the two men introduced themselves to each other, the Confucian and Taoist atmosphere lingered around them on the ring. Compared to the martial arts fight that was filled with swords and sabers from the start, the literary fight did not have too many fancy moves.

The desperate fight between you and me is a test of the strength of literary spirit.

Song Qing also held a folding fan in his hand. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes and floated into the air. His black hair fluttered with a hint of frivolity. The literary aura flowing around him transformed into different forms.

The little Wensheng, with his dazzling halo, attracted the attention of the female disciples on the field. In their eyes, Song Qing was also dignified and elegant, with arrogance revealed between his brows, which made the female disciples' hearts flutter and they were obsessed with him.

Roar.

Roar.

The roar of beasts resounded through the sky, and the literary energy took shape.

Song Qing also waved his folding fan lightly, and all the beasts stepped into the air and rushed towards Yun Canglan, as if they wanted to swallow her.

"Senior Brother Song is so mighty that he can transform his literary energy into a beast. Yun Canglan will never be able to comprehend this one magical skill in his lifetime." Xiao Chen was very excited. He suddenly jumped up and cast a provocative look at Ye Daosheng.

"With such a genius in literature and art, our Great Xia can defeat an army of 100,000 on the battlefield in the future."

Ye Daosheng shook his head, "Clown."

The competition between the two has just begun, and it is still unknown who will win. Isn't it a bit too early for Xiao Chen to cheer now?

"Your Highness, Song Qing also has a great talent for literature."

"Yes, this is a challenge. It's just right for us to see how much Canglan has understood about the way of literature." Ye Daosheng still looked calm and unhurried. It seemed that no matter what happened in the field, he would not be affected.

In the arena.

Hundreds of beasts stepped into the air and pounced towards Yun Canglan. She took a step back and looked at the beasts swooping down calmly. She formed seals with her jade hands and the majestic literary energy gathered together.

The literary energy was vast and majestic, and it turned into the sun and the moon at a high speed, as if a Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of Yun Canglan, blocking the hundreds of beasts that were rushing over.

The seventh move of Haoran Tian Jue——Haoran Sun and Moon.

The sun and the moon go together, and the holy light is infinite.

All the beasts were annihilated and the human figures flew backwards.

Song Qing also steadied his body and his expression became serious. Yun Canglan raised his hand and destroyed his attack. This woman's attainments in literature were very strong and were not inferior to his at all.

Knowing that he wanted to defeat Yun Canglan, he dared not hide anything and had to give it his all to have a chance of winning.

On the high platform, Xiao Chen was stunned. The sun and the moon were shining brightly in the daytime. Even though he did not practice literature, he knew how terrifying Yun Canglan was.

Dao Nineteen, Lin Fancang kept silent and quietly watched the competition on the ring. For a moment, the wind direction in the arena changed, and the strong men from various academies spoke one after another. Obviously, after one round of confrontation, they were more optimistic about Yun Canglan.

Song Qing also heard this and his face became gloomy and terrifying. The title of the number one in literature among the younger generation in Jiuzhou must belong to him. He took a step forward and walked towards Yun Canglan. The powerful literary aura behind him instantly transformed into a white tiger with bared fangs.

The white tiger roars to the sky, its power overwhelming the world.

The tiger is out of the cage, running and pouncing wildly.

The warriors in the field stood up, knowing that Song Qing was serious. The tiger was shaking the sky, like a divine beast descending from the sky. Could Yun Canglan really block such a terrifying attack?

On the other hand, Yun Canglan remained calm and composed, with no sign of panic. At this moment, the roar of a dragon spread, and purple air came from the east, filling the sky above Wudi City.

"This is......"

"Haoran purple energy?"

Dao Shijiu was completely upset. As far as he knew, the only person in the land of Jiuzhou who possessed the Haoran Purple Qi was Wenshengdao Tianru.

At this moment, wind and clouds surged under the sky, purple air filled the air for hundreds of miles, and the roar of dragons in the Cangshan Mountains was deafening. When the tiger pounced on it, the purple air suddenly gathered together and turned into a flying dragon.

The giant dragon and the fierce tiger were facing each other in the air, and the aura they emitted was terrifying. The disciples fighting in the arena were horrified and could not believe that such terrifying pressure came from two disciples of the academy.

This year's college competition is truly full of hidden talents and experts.

hold head high.

hold head high.

The dragon roared, shaking the sky. The giant dragon soared into the sky, swallowed the tiger into its stomach in full view of everyone, and rushed towards Song Qing without hesitation.

"what!"

A scream was heard, and Song Qing was sent flying backwards. Wen Dao's fierce tiger was unable to stop the giant dragon, and other attacks seemed pale. Song Qing was hit by the jade pillar, his hair was shattered, and his black hair was flying in disorder. He looked extremely embarrassed.

"puff."

The figure fell to the ground, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Song Qing also knelt on the ground. He struggled several times to stand up but failed.

Feng Yao landed on the stage and announced in public that Yun Canglan won.

On the high platform, Lin Fancang stood up suddenly, looked at Yun Canglan on the stage in shock, and shouted like thunder, "Purple Qi turns into a dragon, Haoran Confucianism, little girl, who is your master?"

Looking across Jiuzhou, the only person whose attainments in literature and Taoism can surpass Yun Canglan is the Sage of Literature. For a moment, Lin Fancang suspected that Yun Canglan was the direct disciple of the Sage of Literature.

He had a good personal relationship with Wensheng, otherwise he would not have recommended Song Qing to sit down and listen to Wensheng's teachings. However, he had never heard that Wensheng had any direct disciples.

Could it be that there are Confucian and Taoist masters in the Qin Dynasty who are more powerful than the Sage of Literature?

Yun Canglan moved following the sound, his eyes flickering as he looked at Lin Fancang, "My master is... King Ning of Daqin."