With Cheng Weiyu in front, the number of other enthusiastic applicants suddenly became cold.
Cheng Weiyu's level is destined to be different from the past when discussing Taoism and asking for advice. If he feels that he is too far behind Cheng Weiyu, he will definitely not come forward and shame him.
"Disciple Zhu Han, please give advice from the masters of the Kunwu sect."
Before the voice fell, the crowd erupted again.
Zhu Han, the son of Zhu Shaoling.
The taste of tit-for-tat with the Kunwu faction is too obvious.
Seeing Zhu Shaoling narrowing his eyes and nodding his head slightly, the etiquette officer hastily shouted again: "Zhu Han is on the list—"
With Cheng Weiyu and Zhu Han off, everyone's eyes are different. As a representative of the most outstanding disciples of the Confucian Academy of this generation, this kind of conference is undoubtedly more interesting.
All the disciples of the Confucianism sect looked at the golden light and shouted that this trip was worthwhile.
As the number of registrations weakened, the Confucian disciples who appeared were all the elites of this generation, and two of them even had been selected as masters of the "Dragon and Phoenix Seeds" organized by Fengyi Pavilion.
The final registration deadline, apart from the shortlisted Cheng Weiyu and Zhu Han, there are still twelve Confucian disciples.
Under the arrangement of the etiquette officer, these twelve people will decide the final three candidates.
The dojo is divided into three phalanxes, twelve people can challenge on the stage at will, and the three people standing on the stage at the end are the final winners.
The chime sounded, and first a pair of disciples fought each other with single swords.
There was a burst of cheers in the serious dojo, and the sound of cheering was endless.
But on this side, Ye Qingxuan, Feng Qingyan, and He Qingzhu, the three second-generation disciples of the Kunwu Sect, just glanced at them lightly, smiling at the corners of their mouths, and even closed their eyes in unison to rest their minds.
Compared with the martial arts competitions in the Kunwu Sect, these Confucian Academy disciples are really mediocre in martial arts, and there is nothing to watch.
The Kunwu Sect rose from the Jedi, and experienced countless battles. Even the most incompetent guy among the three generations of disciples is probably much better than these nerds who study hard.
Although these Confucian disciples' swordsmanship is rigorous, they are quite rigid. One person looks like this, and three or five people still look the same. There is not even the slightest difference in the angle of a certain sword move. They have no personality at all. It is a model of following the scriptures, and it can be called a lifeless martial arts stereotype.
The actions of Ye Qingxuan and others fall into the eyes of the people of the Confucian Academy, but they are not intended to be outright provocative.
The twittering and chatter gradually spread, and finally presented a scene of excitement.
Ye Qingxuan and the others remained unmoved, remaining silent as before.
At this time, the three stages were already full of disciples who were fighting each other, clanging and clanging for a while, it was very lively.
After a while, someone loses, and then a new challenger comes on stage.
The contest lasted for nearly an hour before finally deciding on three candidates for advice.
"The selection is over." The ceremony official sang: "The contestants from both sides are invited to come on stage."
Feng Qingyan waved his hand, and the four boys bowed down.
Among the four, Lu Yunxuan and Lu Yunming are only fifteen or sixteen years old, and Lin Yuncong is eighteen. However, he is short in stature and handsome, and looks about the same age as Lu Yunming, except Ma Yunyong, who is tall and thick, and has a big beard. Eighteen years old, people would believe him if he was thirty-eight years old.
After the four of them appeared on the stage, it immediately caused an uproar among the Confucian disciples around them.
"What are you doing? You actually sent three and a half children on stage!?"
"Is the Kunwu faction looking down on our Confucian Academy? It's so deceptive!"
"Arrogance, arrogance, do they think that three and a half youngsters can defeat our five young masters?"
"Is it tolerable or unbearable! Teach them a lesson, don't show mercy!"
…
On the other side of the rostrum, Zhu Shaoling's face was livid, his eyes gleamed with coldness, but he didn't say a word. Cheng Xi, who was on the side, seemed to be awakened by the sound, looked at the stage, shook his head, and said, "Everyone who plays is child?"
On the contrary, Chunyu Mao sneered coldly, and said to Ye Qingxuan and the others, "Fellow Taoists, are you kidding me? Although my Confucian Academy's 'Day of Daoism' is in the name of asking for advice, but given the rare opportunity, the disciples of the sect took action." They will use some real means, if it hurts the younger generation of your sect, it would be unbeautiful, right?"
Feng Qingyan smiled and replied: "Since we are asking for advice, of course we need real means. The juniors like me are all carefully trained disciples of Bimen, and we also know the depth of their martial arts, so we can use them to test the students of your sect. The method is just right."
Chunyu Mao sneered again and again, and said: "Since it is the request of the noble sect, we reluctantly agreed. But this time there are five martial arts competitions, why did the noble sect only send four people? Could it be that the last one is one of the three priests?"
Feng Qingyan chuckled, and was about to answer when he heard Ye Qingxuan beside him lazily say: "This time we only have four disciples by our side, if we have to decide five games, it will be very easy..." He raised his eyebrows , Ye Qingxuan pointed to the densely packed Confucian students around him, and said: "There are so many outstanding disciples here, just pick one at random, and let me give you some pointers, that's all."
Chunyu Maowen was furious, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "According to Daoist Ye, you just need to find a random disciple below, and you can give me a few pointers, and you can defeat the elite disciples we have carefully cultivated?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "Although you may sound provocative when you say that, but... that's what you mean, that's right."
Wow—
This time, it has been regarded as openly looking down on the teaching power of the Confucian Academy.
Ye Qingxuan's words not only made many students extremely dissatisfied, but also completely offended all the teachers of Confucianism in an instant.
In an instant, the seven Confucian elders behind the three of Zhu Shaoling stood up with a "huh", accusing Ye Qingxuan of his arrogance.
Feng Qingyan and He Qingzhu looked at each other, and understood that this was the younger brother deliberately provoking each other, and he was very sure of winning.
The harder the slap was, the more sober it became.
"Fellow Daoist Qingxuan, is this a big exaggeration?"
"Confucianism has been passed down for two thousand years, can you small sects be humiliated?"
"Fellow Daoist Ye is so arrogant, old man Shaoqing can't stop asking for advice, please give me some advice?"
…
Ye Qingxuan flicked his sleeves, lazily fell into the chair, raised one leg, put it on the armrest, glanced at those gray-haired stubborn old people, and said mockingly: "What happened to the two thousand years of inheritance? The identity of the Yi Pavilion's transcendent faction is only stronger than the Confucian Academy, so it's not entrusted to others, and it is empty to be implicated by it, and it will be difficult to rise once it disappears?"
"You... you dare to compare us to the witch Zhuo Huifan?" An old man was impatient.
"How is it possible?" Ye Qingxuan was surprised: "How could you possibly be comparable to Zhuo Huifan? He destroyed Fengyi Pavilion with one hand, and you have delayed several generations of students in the sect at most."
The white-bearded old man let out a cluck, and fainted from anger on the spot. The other teachers even jumped to reprimand.
"Okay." Zhu Shaoling stopped talking coldly at this time, glared at the elders, and said slowly: "Why do you have to use your tongue? Let's meet Zhenzhang in the end. Ye Daoyou, according to your words, choose one at random .”
"Okay." Ye Qingxuan pointed casually, "Just him."
The whole audience was silent, following his fingers, they all turned their heads to look.
At the end of the fingertips, in the most remote corner of the dojo, a small handyman holding a rag and full of envy came into everyone's eyes.