The Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Cultivation Family

Chapter 1457: Confucian Cultivation

The first match of the Lingshan Competition was held at the trial field of the Jiutianxuan Domain of Taicang Pavilion. There were five groups competing at a time. Just show up. Those who were kicked out of the trial field would get zero points, and the winner would get one point. Each person would participate in ten matches. Those with less than five points would be eliminated, and the top two hundred people would be selected based on the scores.

There were about a thousand people participating in this competition. Su Bai looked at the cards in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

666 ......

His scheduled games were all in the afternoon, so he just joined the crowd in the morning.

Xing Wuya gently stroked the fan, this time he brought a feather fan, and smiled.

Su Bai saw Xing Wuya and nodded, "Why don't you use the folding fan anymore? Did you use a feather fan instead?"

He remembered a saying: Xing Wuya was the man described in this saying: he was handsome and heroic, with a feather fan and a royal scarf, and he could destroy everything in his power while chatting and laughing.

"Just point out the way. Besides, I have no intention of competing. Regardless of whether I win or lose, I will set foot on the Qiongtian Star Region as a guide."

"I thought I was the chosen one, but I didn't expect you to be the chosen one."

Su Bai recently felt that Xing Wuya seemed to be about to break through. The spiritual power around him was a little agitated, as if it was stuck at a bottleneck.

I wanted to ask Xing Wuya if he needed help, but Xing Wuya said, "Lately, Tianyan's soul seems a little unstable. I wonder if it has something to do with the impending breakthrough... Also, during this turbulent period, I can't see through many people."

After saying that, Xing Wuya pointed to a person in the nearest trial field.

"He is surrounded by a dark aura, impetuous, and bound to fail, but I cannot see his future."

Su Bai frowned. It was normal that Xing Wuya couldn't see him clearly. Besides, they had known each other for so long, and it seemed that there was nothing that Xing Wuya couldn't see through.

This is strange.

This incident did not affect the two people for long, and they focused on watching the game.

Although Su Bai's realm is still the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, the Canglan Star Domain is not full of ordinary people, and there are still people who will stand out.

After a while, a man with a gentle scholar-like appearance came on the stage, delicate and elegant, and his opponent was indeed a strong man holding a Buddhist knife.

The sturdy man was a head taller than the scholar, and was brimming with muscle. When he saw the scholar coming on stage, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Hey, did you come to the wrong place? Your little bones are not even enough for my punch."

The scholar bowed slightly and said, "My name is Wen Jiangming. Please give me your guidance."

He seemed not to hear what the strong man said, and bowed three more times respectfully, which made the strong man laugh.

"Wen Jiangming? He seems to be a Confucian cultivator. The strong man next door seems to be mainly using a sword. He seems to be quite strong."

Qi Tian, ​​who was paying attention on the stage, narrowed his eyes. He felt that this Confucian cultivator seemed interesting.

Su Bai looked at the burly man and smiled. Wow, this guy named Wen Jiangming has already paid his respects to the burly man, but that big idiot doesn't even know about it.

Su Bai poked Xing Wuya and whispered, "Who do you think will win? I'm betting on that Confucian cultivator."

Xing Wuya sighed: "That Confucian cultivator is indeed interesting, and I am optimistic about him."

In the world of cultivation, there are countless cultivators, roughly divided into spiritual cultivation, that is, normal human cultivation, demon cultivation, devil cultivation, Confucian cultivation, ghost cultivation, etc. Confucian cultivation is an extremely rare cultivation sect, and its strength...

It's really rubbish.

It would be better to use this time to write a few more poems.

To be precise, the weapons of Confucian practitioners are pens, ink, paper and inkstone. These things are fine for literary analysis, but using them for fighting and killing seems a bit of an overreaction.

"Let's watch the game." Xing Wuya knew that Su Bai was interested in this fan.

The sturdy man rubbed his hands, picked up the fifty-pound sword beside him, and threw it to the ground, shaking the surrounding area.

The scholar was so weak that he almost lost his balance after being shaken. The strong man laughed at him. Not only the strong man, but also the other onlookers burst into laughter.

Wen Jiangming took out a nanmu brush slowly. The sturdy man raised an eyebrow and said, "Is this your weapon? Don't accuse me of bullying a weak scholar."

There was a hint of contempt in his tone.

Even the people in the audience started to boo.

"Yeah, go down, or you'll get slapped to death later."

"Oh, why are you asking for trouble?"

Wen Jiangming ignored the voices below, raised his brush and said, "Please."

The sturdy man was nonchalant and didn't regard Wen Jiangming as his opponent at all. He swung his sword, followed by a bloody shout, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

This strong man is at most a person who is about to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

Su Bai didn't take this kind of person seriously. He was just curious whether Wen Jiangming's small body could handle it.

The sturdy man let out a deep roar, and the Buddhist sword clanged as he chopped towards Wen Jiangming's head. The whistling sound of the wind made the people watching terrified.

The scholar dodged skillfully, and the strong man couldn't touch him no matter how he attacked, which made him feel a little annoyed.

"Damn it, if you want to fight, then fight. What kind of man is it to hide?"

Su Bai almost died of laughter when he heard this.

Look at the two men's figures. This strong man has no shame in saying this.

Upon hearing the sound, Wen Jiangming immediately stopped in front of the burly man. The burly man swung his sword and attacked Wen Jiangming head-on. When they were about to touch each other, sparks flew!

Wen Jiangming raised his pen, and a spiritual energy flashed around him. He held the pen and wrote something freely in the air. The air was filled with beautiful and powerful ink characters.

The handwriting is good, but it can't withstand a blow from a strong man.

Just when everyone was about to sigh, the strong man was suddenly knocked out of the trial field. He slammed against the wall with a bang, spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Wen Jiangming in surprise.

The scholar bowed respectfully. Everything happened so quickly, it was gone in just one move!

Su Bai saw it clearly. The ink of this scholar was lethal. It seemed that he was different from other Confucian practitioners. His attacks were extremely fierce.

What he just wrote in the air was: Don’t judge a book by its cover!

Xing Wuya clapped his hands to express his appreciation. Wen Jiangming glanced at him and then left calmly.

Later, this scholar had two or three more games, and he won them all. He solved the problems with one move, and his realm was probably around the Nascent Soul stage.

Su Bai couldn't help but express his curiosity about Wen Jiangming.

"This person is really interesting."

"It's your turn." Xing Wuya patted Su Bai's shoulder.

Su Bai lazily jumped onto the trial platform, looked at the person in front of him and said calmly: "I'll give you a chance, you can go down by yourself, but I won't be joking when I take action later."

The man curled his lips: "Who are you looking down on?"

"I'm just giving you a friendly reminder." Su Bai shook his finger.

The man snorted angrily, and without saying a word, a stream of fire roared towards Su Bai, brushing past Su Bai's face.

"Very good, kid...you've caught my attention." Su Bai didn't even try to dodge. Isn't this guy asking for trouble?

The subtext is, I will play with you.

The flames were fierce and burned wantonly on the ground. The level of the fire was not low, but unfortunately it could not hurt Su Bai at all.

"Come on!" the man shouted, his momentum no less than others.