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Compared to the cruelty of the Confucian and Taoist competitions, which could result in serious injuries, Ye Daosheng prefers the real-body competition between Confucianism and Taoism.

I thought Dao Tianru would not agree, but I didn't expect him to be so straightforward. Maybe he also wanted to end the battle quickly and rush to the Tianmeng Empire as soon as possible.

Even though Dao Tianru said that if he fought with Ye Daosheng's true body, he would win unfairly, he did not dare to underestimate Ye Daosheng as an opponent.

Yun Canglan's talent is enough to make her look down upon all the geniuses in Kyushu. As her master, Ye Daosheng doesn't look like a weakling at all. On the contrary, he makes people feel mysterious.

I can't understand it and I can't see through it.

boom.

A loud bang seemed to explode from Wensheng's body, and surging literary energy lingered in the air. At this moment, his aura was much stronger than when he fought with Yun Canglan.

Ye Daosheng knew clearly that Wen Sheng felt compassion for Yun Canglan when he was fighting with him. No matter what his purpose was, this old man was just a Confucian and Taoist fanatic and had no bad intentions.

I came to the Daqin Cultural and Taoist Competition just to make further progress in my attainments in Confucianism and Taoism.

The vast Confucian and Taoist holy energy gathered behind Dao Tianru, and in an instant a Confucian and Taoist true body appeared. It was a white-haired old man sitting above the sea of ​​clouds. He was plain and ordinary.

But it released an extremely powerful pressure, as if an immortal king had descended to the mortal world.

Seeing Wensheng releasing his Confucian and Taoist true bodies, the monks in the city went from confusion to shock, and then they became excited, knowing that the Confucian and Taoist true bodies had appeared, and a battle between Wensheng and Ye Daosheng was inevitable.

Everyone wants to know whether Ye Daosheng, as Yun Canglan’s master, is the real deal.

Inside the pavilion.

Emperor Qin frowned slightly, staring at the Confucian and Taoist true body that appeared in the void, "The Sage of Literature is serious now."

As he spoke, his Grandmaster-level skills burst out, and it was obvious that he was ready to take action at any moment. He would not allow Ye Daosheng to come to any harm in the territory of Daqin.

On one side, Yun Canglan's beautiful eyes flickered, and she murmured to herself, "I lost to Wen Sheng because I am too weak, because Wen Sheng did not release his Confucian and Taoist true body in the previous battle with her."

Even her Confucian and Taoist true self was broken by the Sage of Literature.

At this moment, she finally understood what Ye Daosheng said, that losing to Wensheng was not a bad thing, and that she indeed had a long way to go.

Especially in the field of literature, the road is long and arduous, and only by constant exploration can one achieve higher achievements.

Crown Prince Changqing turned his head and his eyes fell on Yun Canglan, "Miss Yun, you are a Confucianist and Taoist practitioner. What do you think is the chance of my third brother winning this duel?"

Yun Canglan said without hesitation, "Your Highness will not lose."

Prince Changqing was stunned for a moment, "You seem to have great confidence in my third brother."

Yun Canglan added: "Your Highness's talent in literature is incomparable to that of ordinary people, even the Sage of Literature."

She chose to believe that Ye Daosheng was not blind, because the Haoran Tianjue and Chaos Confucian Classics that she practiced had Ye Daosheng's annotations, and the profound Confucianism and Taoism became extremely simple between his lines.

That is an extraordinary realization.

She firmly believed that Ye Daosheng would win.

now.

On the city.

Dao Tianru's Confucian and Taoist true body became more and more vivid, as if a real immortal had descended to the human world. He did not deliberately release pressure, but looked at Ye Daosheng calmly, "Your Highness, why don't you start yet? Are you planning to admit defeat?"

Ye Daosheng shook his head. "There is no word like surrender in this king's dictionary. I just want to see how strong the Confucian and Taoist true body of Wensheng is."

Dao Tianru was stunned for a moment, "Now that you have seen it, you can start."

Ye Daosheng took a step forward and walked towards Wensheng. There was not a trace of Confucianism or Taoism around him, but the true body of Confucianism or Taoism appeared behind him, looking sacred and mysterious under the purple air.

"Innate...purple energy!"

Dao Tianru looked at the Confucian and Taoist true body behind Ye Daosheng in astonishment, and said in a trembling voice that his emotions were very complicated at the moment. The moment he confirmed the innate purple energy, he realized that he had lost.

The innate purple energy in Ye Daosheng's body is what Confucian and Taoist practitioners want to obtain throughout their lives. Their end point is just Ye Daosheng's starting point. It seems that there is no point in continuing this fight.

The figure was still moving forward, and with every step he took, the Confucian and Taoist true body behind him grew by ten feet.

"Prince Ning...Prince Ning has also released his Confucian and Taoist true form. It seems that he is a Confucian and Taoist genius and not just a rumor."

"There is no such thing as an impenetrable wall. Everything has its traces. I have always believed that Prince Ning is a Confucian genius."

"My thief, you change your face faster than diarrhea. Just now you said that if Prince Ning is a Confucian and Taoist genius, then you must be a Confucian and Taoist god." A cultivator retorted to his friend with great dissatisfaction.

The young man in white smiled bitterly and said, "Did I say such a thing? You must have remembered it wrongly."

"I really want to fucking blow your ass."

During the quarrel between the two, another exclamation sounded, "Look, King Ning's Confucianism and Taoism true body seems to be soaring, and has surpassed the literary saint."

"Yes!"

"One step, one zhang, one zhang, one saint. King Ning is too scary. If they fight, can Wen Sheng really be his opponent?"

"What's the real power of Confucianism and Taoism? I still think the Sage of Literature is the best. How could the master of Jiuzhou be defeated so easily?" said a man in the crowd, "Believe it or not, as long as the Sage of Literature takes action, King Ning will lose!"

"You know this again, shut up your hole now."

"I believe in King Ning."

"I also believe in Prince Ning."

"Me too. We, the men of Daqin, are the most powerful."

"Prince Ning is as handsome as a fairy, and the young master is unparalleled. I love you, love you." A woman couldn't help but shout out, completely giving up on controlling her expression, looking like a crazy fan.

The monks in the city were discussing in full swing, and a fierce argument broke out over who was stronger between Ye Daosheng and Wensheng. At this moment, Ye Daosheng was very close to Wensheng on the top of the city wall.

Cold sweat dripped from Dao Tianru's forehead. At this moment, he was already covered in sweat. The Taoist true body behind him had begun to tremble as Ye Daosheng kept approaching.

He knew very well that if Ye Daosheng continued to put pressure on him, he would kneel down immediately, because at this moment his legs began to move constantly, and he wanted to kneel down in front of Ye Daosheng, and he had no way to stop it.

"Senior Wensheng, how about we end our exchange here?" Ye Daosheng said respectfully, restraining his aura. The Taoist true body behind him disappeared, and at the same time, he quickly helped up Dao Tianru who was about to kneel.

"Thank you, Senior Wensheng. I have benefited a lot from this exchange of ideas."

Dao Tianru looked at Ye Daosheng in shock, and soon he laughed again, "It is I who should thank the prince."

Everything is clear now. I remember Yun Canglan said that Ye Daosheng chose not to take action so that he would not lose face in front of the cultivators of Jiuzhou. This statement is absolutely true.

In fact, from the very beginning, Ye Daosheng chose to escape because he was actually protecting his dignity. He was helped up just now because he didn't want his reputation as the literary saint of Jiuzhou to be damaged.

He suddenly smiled bitterly, it turned out that the clown had always been himself.