In the martial arts world, I founded a mysterious organization

"You guessed wrong, these two sentences were not written or created by me." Xunzi smiled while stroking his beard.

Fusu was a little surprised when he heard this. He thought he was well-read and saw that there was something. This calligraphy was vigorous and powerful, like a new font, and these two poems pointed out the path of scholars. In his opinion, only Xunzi had this ability among the people present, and others did not have this skill at least.

"Haha, far away in the sky and close at hand." Seeing Fusu's puzzled face, Xunzi looked at Su Yu's position and said.

Fusu was startled and looked back at Su Yu, and saw that the other party was still calm.

"So it was you, Fusu was short-sighted." Fusu put the scroll back on the plate, and then bowed to Su Yu.

"You are too kind, sir." Su Yu said lightly.

Afterwards, Fusu sat back, but he was more curious about Su Yu. If it was said that the Confucianists worshipped Su Yu just based on what was written in the scroll, he didn't believe it. The literati were arrogant, and even if his father came here, he would not be treated like this.

At this time, the atmosphere became weird again. No one spoke. Fusu held the teacup in his hand and wondered what he was thinking.

"Hehe... Mr. Fu Nian, I have always heard that the three heroes of Xiaoshengxianzhuang are not only masters of Confucianism and Taoism, but also gifted in martial arts. The three are all great masters. Today, it is rare for everyone to be together. Why don't we compete and open our eyes." Zhao Gao suddenly said.

"Compete? My lord, you are honored guests. It would be bad if you hurt the harmony." Fu Nian said.

"Pa pa." Zhao Gao ignored Fu Nian and clapped his hands.

Then a figure slowly appeared outside the door. The person who came was tall, rough and bold, with deep features, dark skin, and needle-like hair. He was strong and sturdy, carrying a huge black sword on his back. There were many scars on his face and body. The most eye-catching thing was that there were more than a dozen tattoos on his face. The whole person had fierce eyes, like a ghost from purgatory. Everyone present felt a murderous aura coming.

"Black Sword Shengqi." Zhang Liang suddenly stood up and shouted.

"Shengqi? It turned out to be him. Has he joined Luowang?" Everyone was talking about it.

Shengqi's name is known to the world. He is a martial arts madman. He was originally the head of the Kuiwei Hall of the Nong Family. He was later expelled from the Tian Family and was wanted by the seven countries. The tattoos on his face were pierced by the seven countries after they caught him. He was once defeated by Gai Nie, but now he has joined Luowang for some reason.

"I won't introduce this person. He is also the challenger I chose. How about it, who will the Confucian send to compete with him?" Zhao Gao said.

"I..." Zhang Liang was about to speak when his shoulder was suddenly held down.

"Senior brother." Zhang Liang turned around and found that it was Yan Lu who was holding him down.

"Since the Lord is so interested, Yan Lu will show his ugliness." Yan Lu said with a smile.

"Yan Lu? The most unpredictable among the three heroes." Zhao Gao narrowed his eyes and said.

"Hey, come on. Stop pushing and shoving. Why don't you two come together?" Sheng Qi drew out the Juque sword behind him and pointed at Yan Lu and Zhang Liang.

"Sir, in that case, why don't we go to the martial arts arena." Fu Nian said to Fu Su.

"Okay, Master, please." Fu Su stood up.

"Su Zi." Xun Zi also said to Su Yu.

"Well, let's go." Su Yu naturally would not refuse. He also wanted to see the battle between Yan Lu and Sheng Qi. You should know that the two of them also had a competition in the original book, but it was a bit anticlimactic. Fu Su finally judged Sheng Qi as the winner, but Su Yu felt that Yan Lu let him win.

Everyone left the hall and went to the martial arts arena.

The Confucian martial arts arena occupies a large area, with a runway, a shooting range, wooden man stakes, etc. It can be seen that Confucianism also attaches great importance to martial arts.

The two stood in the center of the venue, surrounded by many Confucian disciples, while Su Yu and others sat on a high platform.

Yan Lu, holding a sword with a light in his hand, stood opposite Sheng Qi, with a smile on his face.

"Hmph." Sheng Qi hated this kind of smile very much. He swung the giant sword in his hand, and the iron chain on the hilt also rang loudly. He rushed towards Yan Lu like a tiger, with a red evil spirit around him, which made people tremble with fear.

"Shua..." The Juque sword was like a door panel, and a gust of wind rolled towards Yan Lu.

Yan Lu moved his body slightly, and dodged this fierce attack in a very chic posture.

"What a wonderful body movement." Wuming praised behind Su Yu.

"Come again." Sheng Qi missed the first attack and showed an excited smile.

"Huhu..." The Juque sword kept waving, and the sword wind blew some disciples with low cultivation bases off their feet and fell to the ground one after another.

However, Yan Lu continued to dodge, and every time he gave people the impression that he was avoiding the opponent's sword in a thrilling way, but in fact, it was an extremely exquisite dodge.

"This guy is so powerful, I thought he was just a nerd." Lu Xiaofeng was amazed.

"A gentleman does not fight, contains light and is invisible, and sits and forgets without mind. These three things appear on one person at the same time, which is a perfect fit. It is really rare, which makes Yan Lu enter a state of absolute nothingness." Su Yu said.

Everyone looked at Su Yu in surprise after hearing this.

"Su Zi is really powerful, and he hit the nail on the head." Xunzi said with a smile.

Fusu was even more surprised. This Su Zi had such a powerful insight, and it seemed that he was also a martial arts master.

Su Yu smiled but said nothing. In fact, Yan Lu had the highest potential among the three heroes, but because of his human nature, he did not fight or grab, so he did not attract attention. Fu Nian mainly cultivated internal skills and was the highest in internal cultivation. Zhang Liang cultivated both internal and external skills, but after all, he was young and not as good as his two senior brothers.

"Dang."

The sound of weapons colliding came, and I saw the Hanguang sword was as transparent as thin ice, and it was placed on the black Juque sword.

"Haha, I thought you could only hide." Sheng Qi laughed.

"It's impolite not to return the favor." Yan Lu laughed.

After saying that, the Hanguang in his hand began to counterattack. With the elegant body movements, Yan Lu was like a handsome young man, dancing in the martial arts field.

But Sheng Qi was not simple either. The Juque sword was like an arm. With the help of the iron chain on the hilt, the sword became more flexible and the attack range was wider, just enough to be on par with Yan Lu who had the advantage of speed and body movements.

"Interesting." Wuming smiled. He found that both of them were very talented and knew how to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. Especially Sheng Qi, after being chained, he used the Juque sword like a master who could control the sword, and Yan Lu almost got hit several times.

"Boom..."

The Juque sword smashed a huge pit on the ground, and Yan Lu took the opportunity to jump into the air, and then quickly fell down. The Hanguang was faint, and there was murderous intent.

"Hua La La."

Sheng Qi quickly retracted the chain, but he was too far away to retract it in time.

"Hmm?" At this time, the Han Guang Sword was suddenly placed on Sheng Qi's shoulder, and Sheng Qi stopped moving.

"Good." The Confucian disciples cheered.

"Thank you." Yan Lu retracted the sword and said.

"Hehe, it's really amazing."

Sheng Qi said as if he didn't care about winning or losing.

"You don't have the intention to kill, how about this game being a draw?" Yan Lu said.

Yan Lu knew that for people like Sheng Qi, strength is related to the intention to kill and the murderous aura. The stronger the murderous aura, the stronger the strength. Sheng Qi didn't have the intention to kill just now, so his strength would be discounted. He Yan Lu would not take advantage of others' misfortune.

"Okay." Sheng Qi showed a mouthful of white teeth, and then put away the Juque Sword. For him, a competition that was not a life-and-death duel was meaningless. He just used only 50% of his strength, and of course the opponent did the same.

"Hahaha, good. Wonderful duel." Xunzi laughed.

"Hmph..." Zhao Gao looked displeased and glared at Sheng Qi fiercely, but the latter didn't even look at him.

"Mr. Yan, you are so well hidden." Fusu said.

"You are too kind, sir." Yan Lu bowed to Fusu. In fact, the reason why he chose to fight today was that he planned to lose to Sheng Qi at first, but during the competition, he accidentally glanced at Su Yu and saw that the other party made a win shape to him, and then he made up his mind to win.

"The two of you are very exciting, but I am not satisfied yet. I have another person here, but I need to wait." Fusu suddenly said.

Fu Nian and others were puzzled when they heard the words. Who could make Fusu wait?

Zhao Gao and Li Si looked at each other when they heard the words. They knew who Fusu was talking about. If it was that person, they should be able to bring back a sentence.

"Here it comes." Su Yu said.

Everyone looked around immediately, but there was nothing around.

Suddenly, a white cloud floated in the sky, and the white cloud slowly fell, gradually forming a human figure in the air. A girl in green, about 18 years old, appeared in the air.

She flashed and reappeared, and she had come to the center of the martial arts arena.

"Tianzong Xiaomeng." Xunzi said.

"Haha, Master Xiaomeng, you are finally here." Fusu said happily.

"Hello, Senior Xiaomeng." Fu Nian and the other two stood up and saluted Xiaomeng.

Xiaomeng is of a very high generation in Taoism. In the martial arts world, she is of the same generation as Xunzi. Fu Nian and the others are her juniors, so they call her senior.

"Senior Brother Xun Kuang." Xiaomeng saluted slightly to Xunzi.

"Master Fusu, I've been waiting for a long time." Xiaomeng then said to Fusu.

"It's okay, Master, you are here at the right time. We just had a discussion. Next, why don't you have a discussion with the Confucianists and let us see the Taoist secrets?" Fusu said.

"Yes." Xiaomeng said lightly. There was no expression on her face, as if she didn't care about anything at all.

Fusu looked at the Confucianists at this time. Fu Nian pondered for a moment and stood up.

"Senior Xiaomeng has been tired all the way, why don't you..."

"No need." Xiaomeng interrupted Fu Nian.

"Alas..." Fu Nian sighed in his heart, then tidied his clothes and walked out.

Xunzi was old, and it was impossible for him to take action. Zhang Liang could not be Xiaomeng's opponent. The only Confucian who could take action now was Fu Nian himself.

"Wait." Suddenly, Su Yu spoke.

"Su Zi?" Fu Nian looked at Su Yu in confusion. Not only him, but everyone looked at Su Yu.

"Huh? Su Zi, are you going to take action yourself?" Fusu said with a hint of joy on his face. He hoped that Su Yu would take action to see the strength of this mysterious man.

The Moon God behind Fusu showed a playful smile. She didn't believe that Su Yu would take action. Wouldn't that be too bullying?

And Xiaomeng also set her eyes on Su Yu, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Who is this person? He actually sat side by side with Xunzi.