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In Xianyang City.

Ye Daosheng was standing on a pavilion not far from the city gate. He had a panoramic view of the battle between Yun Canglan and Dao Tianru, and could naturally hear his shouting, but he had no intention of taking action.

Because the battle between Yun Canglan and Wen Sheng has not yet ended.

All the cultivators in the city thought that Yun Canglan was already a remarkable person as he could withstand two attacks from Wensheng, but unfortunately they were all wrong.

Yun Canglan is not that weak.

She just practiced for a shorter time, otherwise she could really hang Dao Tianru in the sky and beat him.

Dao Tianru saw that he had not appeared yet, so he urged the storm of literary energy that enveloped Yun Canglan, obviously intending to give her a fatal blow.

boom.

A loud noise was heard, and the storm of literary energy that had engulfed Yun Canglan exploded at this moment, and a graceful figure walked out. It was none other than Yun Canglan.

At this moment, the literary energy turned into a green lotus, wrapping her tightly. Then the green lotus bloomed, and the literary energy turned into strong force and attacked Wen Sheng.

The sudden change caught Dao Tianru off guard. He thought Yun Canglan was doomed to die in the storm of literary energy, but he never expected that she could withstand the blow and launch a powerful attack.

Wen Sheng's figure flew backwards, and he raised his hand to mobilize the righteous energy to block Yun Canglan's attack. The sound of collision spread, the walls on the top of the city exploded, and the boulders collapsed, turning into powder and dissipating in the air.

He waved his sleeves angrily and looked at Yun Canglan in astonishment. He thought that she was already a genius because she had practiced the Haoran Tianjue to the ninth level, but he didn't expect that she had such a powerful technique.

Dao Tianru suddenly felt a little envious of Yun Canglan. If he could have such a powerful Confucian and Taoist technique, his achievements would be far more than what they are now, and he would definitely have higher achievements in literature.

In comparison, his only advantage seemed to be his cultivation.

"Girl, I admit that you are very strong. I am going to be serious."

"Saint, you'd better be serious. Otherwise, if you are defeated by me, you will lose face." Yun Canglan said softly. Until now, she still regarded this fight as a competition of literature and art.

Little did she know that Wensheng had long wanted to kill her, and wanted to use this to force Ye Daosheng to show up.

On the top of the pavilion in the distance, Ye Daosheng had a deep gaze and a calm expression. Yun Canglan had comprehended the first three levels of the Chaos Confucian Classics. She might be defeated by the Sage of Literature, but she would definitely not lose too badly.

If he could comprehend the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism, he would have a chance of winning this battle.

Dao Tianru just practiced for a longer time, but the Confucian and Taoist techniques he practiced were completely different from those of Yun Canglan and could not be compared.

"Please enlighten me, Saint!"

Yun Canglan's voice was still respectful, and as soon as he finished speaking, the monks in the city cheered. Such a young Confucian and Taoist genius, who was also a stunning beauty, attracted countless fans in an instant.

Many people chose Yun Canglan, and all agreed that her future attainments in literature and Taoism would definitely surpass Dao Tianru.

When Dao Tianru heard the monks in the city comment that he was not as good as Yun Canglan, his face was terribly gloomy. He did not allow anyone to question him. There was only one literary saint in Jiuzhou, and he was the one.

The murderous intent became stronger, and suddenly a beast roar came from behind the upright figure. In an instant, a white tiger condensed with literary energy appeared behind Dao Tianru. The tiger shook the mountains. The white tiger transformed by literary energy was estimated to be three meters tall, majestic and lifelike.

The tiger roars to the sky, shaking the earth.

The monks in the city were so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe.

When Ye Jin saw the tiger running towards Yun Canglan, he knew that Wen Sheng was serious. What was coming next was the most exciting moment of the fight. Will the old win or will the new wave beat the old one onto the beach?

The monks in the city were all staring at the tiger running wildly on the city wall, and they were all worried for Yun Canglan. In fact, Yun Canglan had already proved himself in the battle with Wen Sheng.

There is no need to risk your life.

At least that's what the monks in the city think. After a battle with Wen Sheng, she will soon become famous throughout the nine states. Why should she put herself in danger?

Yun Canglan doesn't think so.

First of all, she cherishes Wensheng as her opponent. Since she started practicing Wendao, Wensheng is the strongest opponent she has ever met. She would benefit a lot from sparring with him.

She clearly remembered Ye Daosheng saying that even if she lost the battle with Wensheng, it would not be a bad thing.

Secondly, she knew that she had to give it her all. If she lost, Wen Sheng would choose to challenge Ye Daosheng, and she wanted to share Ye Daosheng's worries.

Finally, he had to prove himself and let the world know that in Jiuzhou Daqin, there was a cultivator named Yun Canglan............

The tiger was getting closer and closer to her. The literary energy behind Yun Canglan gathered and suddenly turned into a woman holding a sword. She was as light and graceful as a fairy, and swung the sword to attack the tiger.

No matter whether it is the tiger transformed by literary energy or the fairy sword cultivator, they both test the strength of the cultivator. At this moment, the competition is to see whether Dao Tianru's literary power is stronger or Yun Canglan is better.

The tiger and the sword cultivator fought in the air. The two looked at each other, and the majestic Confucian aura on their bodies swept over. Wen Sheng suddenly laughed, "It's been a long time since I had such a hearty battle."

"Girl, you have given me too many surprises."

He stepped on the city wall with both feet, the aura behind him became more and more powerful, and the figure soared into the air, "Let me see what tricks you have."

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting in the air, as if a large army was charging. When the literary energy condensed, a cavalry really appeared behind Wensheng, although the number of people was small, only a small team of a hundred people.

But their aura gives people the feeling of a mighty army.

The literary energy turned into a ferocious tiger, gathering into a hundred riders charging into the battle formation. Wen Sheng was calm and composed. On the other hand, Yun Canglan was already at her limit in blocking the tiger's attack. Suddenly, she saw a hundred riders charging at her with unstoppable iron-blooded murderous intent. Yun Canglan turned pale, her pupils slightly dilated, and she admitted that Wen Sheng's strength was indeed above hers.

When the hundred riders were getting closer and closer to her, Yun Canglan activated his literary energy, and a real body appeared behind him. A powerful holy light enveloped his body, forming a protective barrier for his real body.

"The true body of Confucianism and Taoism!"

Dao Tianru found it unbelievable that she had already comprehended the true nature of Confucianism and Taoism at such a young age. Her talent was indeed above mine. This meant that she recognized Yun Canglan from the bottom of her heart and even wanted to take Yun Canglan as her disciple.

boom.

boom.

Hundreds of riders charged, and weapons hit Yun Canglan's Confucian and Taoist body. After blocking dozens of attacks in succession, the beautiful figure began to retreat step by step. Finally, the Confucian and Taoist body exploded, and the figure flew backwards and fell heavily on the city.

The blood dyed the light yellow dress red, which was very eye-catching. Blood spurted out of Yun Canglan's mouth. He supported his body with difficulty and tried to stand up, but failed after several attempts.

She lost.

After all, he never comprehended the true meaning of Confucianism.

Dao Tianru waved his sleeves lightly, walked to Yun Canglan step by step, and looked down, "Girl, why are you doing this? Is it worth it to sacrifice yourself for Ye Daosheng?"

Yun Canglan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Saint, it took so much effort for you to fight me, you have no chance of winning against Master. My Master respects you as a senior of Jiuzhou and doesn't want you to look bad in front of the world. Why don't you understand his good intentions?"