Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Looking at Xuan Wei spurting blood from his mouth, the immortal's face suddenly changed, and he quickly took out a pill from his arms and gave it to him.

After Xuan Wei took the pill, his injuries improved a lot, but his face was still pale, obviously Ci Song's stick just now, he was seriously injured.

"Asshole! Boy, how dare you hurt me?!"

Xuan Wei looked at Ci Song, his eyes full of resentment.

"I've already said that if you only have this ability today, go back to the immortal world, don't embarrass yourself here."

Ci Song looked at Xuan Wei indifferently, and his words could be said to be extremely arrogant.

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

Xuan Wei was furious when he heard this, and just when he was about to continue to attack, the man next to him stopped him.

"Xuan Wei, don't get angry, this kid is weird."

"What's weird?"

After hearing the man's words, Xuan Wei became more sober, as if this man was the leader of the four.

"Let me fight next."

The man floated to a place not far from Ci Song. He looked at Ci Song and introduced himself: "My name is Xuan Miao. I wonder what your name is?"

"If you want to fight, then fight. Why ask your name?"

Ci Song looked at Xuan Miao indifferently, and seemed to be a little indifferent to his question

"Hehe, don't get me wrong, I don't want to pry into your privacy, but Xuan Miao wants to make you a friend."

Xuan Miao looked at Ci Song with a smile on his face, but his smile did not reach his eyes.

"Friend? Okay, you let all the alien races in the Chaos Realm retreat thousands of miles today, and I will make you my friend today."

Ci Song said indifferently, and his words could be said to not give Xuan Miao any face at all.

Xuan Miao heard this, still smiling, looking at Ci Song and said: "If it was just the coalition of the seven Chaos Clans that gathered spontaneously today, I only need to say one word to withdraw the army. But the Immortal Venerable has issued a decree, asking us to find the Saint, so I am afraid that we can't withdraw the army."

"Then we can no longer be friends."

Ci Song said indifferently, and then a surging fighting spirit burst out from his body and rushed straight into the sky.

"In this case, let's see the real thing with our hands."

Xuan Miao looked at Ci Song, still smiling.

"That's what I meant."

Ci Song replied, and with a move, he killed Xuan Miao.

"Basic stick technique, stabbing stick."

Ci Song shouted, and the glazed cloud pattern golden pole stick in his hand, with the blessing of talent, instantly extended, and stabbed towards Xuan Miao's chest with lightning speed.

"Basic stick technique, stabbing stick."

Ci Song shouted in a low voice, and the glazed cloud pattern golden pole stick in his hand turned into a dazzling stick light under the blessing of talent, and stabbed towards Xuan Miao's chest with lightning speed.

"Basic stick technique?"

Facing the extended long stick, Xuan Miao did not retreat but advanced, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he was quite surprised by this simple but powerful move. He did not move, standing like a mountain, and seemed to be trying to test the sharpness of Ci Song's stick technique with the strength of his flesh.

Clang!

A crisp and heavy metal collision sounded, and the long stick and Xuan Miao's body-protecting immortal energy clashed fiercely, as if two giant peaks collided, stirring up layers of air waves. Xuan Miao's figure only swayed slightly, and then he was as stable as a rock. On the other hand, Ci Song's arm was numb due to the recoil force.

"What a strong body!"

Ci Song's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity. From the previous attack, he could see that Xuan Miao's physical strength was at least at the semi-saint level.

"The immortal cultivation system is divided into physical cultivation and Qi cultivation. The path I take is physical cultivation."

After Xuan Miao finished speaking, he raised his hand and took off an ancient axe-shaped jade pendant from his waist. As the jade pendant flowed through his fingertips, it seemed to be given life, bathed in the dazzling golden talent, and gradually transformed into a majestic golden axe, which fell steadily into his grasp.

"Try to take my axe!"

Xuan Miao shouted in a low voice, and his wrist shook, and the axe in his hand was raised. The golden battle axe was like a dragon soaring into the sky, with the power of tearing space, and chopped down towards Ci Song.

One axe, the world was shocked!

"Come on!"

"Monks are fools and can be taught, but demons are ghosts and will cause disasters."

Seeing this, Ci Song recited a poem again to bless himself, and his talent was boiling, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable. The golden pole stick inlaid with glazed cloud patterns in his hand became even more extraordinary under the intersection of talent. Ci Song swung it up with all his strength, facing Xuan Miao's unstoppable axe, and attacked it brazenly.

Dang!

The moment the giant axe and the long stick came into contact, there was a deafening sound of metal clashing, and the terrifying recoil force made Ci Song and Xuan Miao's figures shake at the same time.

"Huh?!"

Ci Song's eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise. Xuan Miao's strength was much stronger than Xuan Wei. Xuan Wei's strength was at most a little stronger than the literary giant who had just broken through, and the power of Xuan Miao's axe had at least reached the realm of a full-moon literary giant.

"Sure enough, it's just as I thought."

Xuan Miao's attack failed to work, so he did not continue to pursue, but began to look Ci Song up and down seriously.

Facing Xuan Miao's observation, Ci Song felt very uncomfortable.

Ci Song frowned and said coldly: "What are you looking at?"

"Your Excellency has the blood of my immortal clan, but you want to fight for the Tianyuan people, is it too much?"

Xuan Miao's tone revealed a kind of regret, as if he felt sorry for Ci Song.

Although his voice was not loud, it spread throughout the battlefield. Both the foreign coalition and the pass scholars were shocked by the news.

"I, did I hear it wrong? The immortal master actually said that the boy has the blood of the immortals?"

"How is this possible? Isn't the blood of the immortals only possessed by immortals?"

"Could it be that this boy is the son of a certain immortal who was stranded outside?"

For a moment, the entire battlefield became boiling because of Xuan Miao's words.

The Tianguan scholars were even more shocked, especially Zhao Qing, the master of the pass. At this moment, he finally understood why Ci Song took the initiative to volunteer and chose to fight the aliens alone.

It turned out that he actually had the blood of the immortals.

Then everything can be explained. Because of the immortal bloodline, when Ci Song faces the immortals, his talent will not be suppressed by the immortal energy. In other words, the talent that Ci Song cultivates contains immortal energy, so the immortals have no advantage when facing Ci Song.

At this moment, after hearing Xuan Miao's words, Ci Song's expression also changed slightly. He didn't expect Xuan Miao to recognize his bloodline after fighting with him, but Ci Song quickly adjusted himself.

He looked at Xuan Miao and said coldly: "What if it is? What if it isn't?"

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