"No problem!"
Kong Zhongzi waved his hands slightly, his face looked much better, but his eyes were a little less angry.
His figure was trembling, and if it weren't for the support of Li Xiyang, Zhong Zizheng and others, he might not be able to stand firm.
The blow was too great.
I was full of hope, thinking that the Holy Court's prosperous times were coming soon.
Who knew everything was fake.
Crown Prince Dayan, this kid teamed up with others to deceive him so miserably that he lost all face.
Now that so many Holy Academy bachelors and academy deans are watching, where will he put his old face in the future?
He even gave 30% of the Holy Academy’s heritage to Taishan Academy.
Don’t you know how much harm this will do to the Holy Court?
Kong Zhongzi stood in the academy square, facing thousands of eyes, feeling as if he was sitting on pins and needles, at a loss as to what to do.
I felt ashamed in my heart.
Lin also saw Kong Zhongzi trembling under his holy robe, and said calmly: "Since Holy Master Kong is unwilling to submit to the imperial court, then the Holy Monastery belongs to him, please come back!"
Uh-huh!
Thousands of bachelors in the Holy Academy, including the deans of major academies, all looked at Kong Zhongzi.
Is this a farewell?
They were in a low mood. They didn't expect the holy meeting to be like this?
Even the place belongs to others. They came with full hope. The moment they saw Taishan Academy, they wished they were the ghosts of the Holy Academy.
But now, they only feel a huge sense of shame.
The Holy Lord was actually deceived?
Kong Zhongzi said solemnly: "Taishan Academy has one-third of the foundation of our Holy Academy. How can it be so easy for me to leave?"
The words just fell.
Lin Yunhong suddenly took a step forward, and the vision of eight golden dragons of luck appeared behind him. He looked directly at Kong Zhongzi and said, "Teacher, do you want to fight?"
Li Mobai sighed and opened the vision of the sub-sage. Behind him, there was a shadow of an ancient sword rising and falling, exuding a sword intent as thick as a mountain...
Because of Lin Yi's enlightenment, it was difficult for him to stand idly by at this time.
Kong Zhongzi glanced at the two of them, suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and said: "Your Majesty, is it true that the imperial court has officially announced its break with the Holy Academy and will be merciless from now on?"
Lin Yunhong said calmly: "The choice lies with the Holy Court, not with me. The imperial court is always with you!"
"good!"
Kong Zhongzi nodded and said: "In that case, then you and I will fight in the sky. If I lose, I can give up the foundation of the Holy Academy. If you lose... Taishan Academy will give up!"
"Can!"
Lin Yunhong nodded.
When Lin Yi planned to dig holes for Kong Zhongzi, he had already made such preparations and expected that there would be a battle today.
The conflict between the imperial court and the Holy Court is irreconcilable. Either you die or I die.
Now that the Holy Academy has lost another third of its foundation, Kong Zhongzi also knows very well that his greatest hope is to beat himself by half a move in terms of strength.
Otherwise, the Holy Court in Dayan will no longer have the foundation to confront the imperial court, and will eventually end up with the same fate as the Humanity Sect.
call out!
Kong Zhongzi had no choice, so he held the sage's ruler and soared into the sky.
Lin Yunhong raised his head and glanced at Kong Zhongzi, then looked back at Lin Yi and said, "If I lose, I will leave this Dayan to you."
Said.
The bracelet on Lin Yi's wrist turned into a demon-slaying sword and fell into Lin Yunhong's palm. He held the sword and chased Kong Zhongzi straight away.
"Father..."
Lin Yi was shocked and looked worried.
He had guessed that there would be a battle, so he invited the two young saints from Qingshan Academy and his father.
Unexpectedly, it was still unavoidable.
But I have to say that the balance between the imperial court and the Holy Court was completely broken due to my own layout.
The only chance for the Holy Court now is to fight against the father.
Or give birth.
Or die!
"We must win, I am not ready yet..." Lin Yi prayed in his heart.
He can't interfere in a battle of this level.
Lin Yi looked at Li Mobai.
Li Mobai shook his head and said: "Prince, my dear friend, this is a matter between the imperial court and the Holy Academy. I can't help you!"
If it were Lin Yi, he might choose to take action.
Rumble~
There was a huge movement in the nine heavens.
Huge energy fluctuations erupted, blooming with brilliant brilliance.
Sometimes there are golden dragons flying, and sometimes saints chanting sutras.
The holy arts are intertwined, and the light rains down.
The void trembled, and the sky seemed to be penetrated.
Lin Yi and everyone in Taishan Academy's expressions changed slightly.
They couldn't see the specific battle scene, but judging from the movement that broke out, the fight was not as intense as usual.
In Taishan Academy Square.
Many people looked at Lin Yi with expressions of shock and anger.
What was shocking was that Lin Yi was so bold that even the Master of the Holy Court, a second-grade sub-sage, dared to dig a hole.
What makes Lin Yi angry is that he succeeded.
The foundation of the Holy Court dropped by one-third.
For them, this is tantamount to losing one-third of their future cultivation resources.
Many scholars from the Holy Academy wanted to eat Lin Yi's flesh alive, with a fierce look in their eyes.
But there are a few people who admire Lin Yi in their hearts.
at this time.
Chen Jingzhi, He Wancheng, Zhang Dong, Xu Jing and others all looked at Lin Yi with even more restraint.
His Royal Highness is easy to talk, but when it comes to seriousness, he has the qualifications of a generation of emperors.
boom!
boom!
At this moment, two figures from the sky quickly fell to the ground, making a loud noise that shook the sky. The ground was shattered and dust flew everywhere.
"Father!"
Lin Yi's heart was in his throat, his spiritual thoughts spread, and he waved his hand to blow away the dust. Lin Yunhong, wearing the emperor's uniform, walked out of the pit.
"Holy Lord!"
"Holy Lord!"
In another deep pit, Li Xiyang and several saints rushed in. When the dust dispersed, they helped the dying Kong Shengzi out of the pit.
puff!
Kong Zhongzi vomited a large mouthful of blood at that time.
Li Xiyang and others' expressions changed.
The bachelors of the Holy Academy and the deans of the major academies felt that their faith had collapsed at this moment. The invincible Holy Lord... was actually beaten and vomited blood.
On the other hand, Dayan Emperor Lin Yunhong stood with his hands behind his back, with the shadow of a golden dragon hovering behind him, showing indescribable domineering and aloofness.
"Father, are you okay?" Lin Yi asked with concern.
Lin Yunhong shook his head and said nothing.
He just stared at Kong Zhongzi, a look of doubt appearing on his brows.
Kong Zhongzi's performance made him a little disappointed.
Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He also felt that Lin Yunhong didn't look like something was wrong.
Kong Zhongzi stared at Lin Yunhong, grabbed the hands of Li Xiyang and Zhong Zizheng, stared at Lin Yunhong and Lin Yi, and said: "Go back to the Holy Courtyard!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
Li Xiyang and Zhong Zizheng looked at Lin Yi with complicated expressions, and left Taishan Academy directly with Kong Zhongzi.
Just as a few of them passed in front of the holy statue covered with red silk and satin in the square, a gust of wind blew and the red silk and satin flew away...
The statue of the saint, whose face was somewhat similar to Lin Yi's, appeared in everyone's sight.
puff!
Kong Zhongzi took a look and felt that he had received tons of critical blows. He vomited a mouthful of blood again and was dying.
The icon in Taishan Academy is not his ancestor Kong Shenggong, but actually... Prince Lin Yi of Dayan.
Why is he so crazy?
Kong Zhongzi knew that the failure of this Holy Assembly would greatly weaken the cultural fortune of the Holy Academy. Unless a new Holy Son was born, the losses could be stopped in time.
He looked at Li Xiyang and said weakly: "From now on, Li Wenbo is the eighth holy son of the Holy Academy!"
Without Yi Lin, his only hope...is Li Wenbo.
That Mingfu poem might be able to turn the tide for the Holy Academy.
Li Xiyang was ecstatic in his heart, but his face remained calm as he nodded: "Yes!"
