From Zhong Bo's perspective, a small impatience messed up a big plan, and he placed too much expectations on Zhong Qi. He could even imagine that the height Zhong Qi could reach in the future was definitely not comparable to Bai Ye's.
The so-called perish together, in Zhong Bo's opinion, is an insult to Zhong Qi. Zhong Qi, who has obtained the true inheritance of Ya Sheng, will have a faster and smoother future than everyone present.
Although Bai Ye is very strong, Zhong Bo always believes that this is just because Bai Ye has not met a real opponent. Maybe his current talent is very strong, but who can tell what will happen in the future?
Thinking back to the beginning, his talent was at the bottom among his peers, and there were many brothers and sisters with better talent than him, but what happened in the end?
Instead, Zhongbo became a literary giant and inherited the position of dean of Zilu Academy. Those brothers who were more talented than him at the beginning either became his stepping stones, or they have long since fallen and been forgotten by the world. As a step by step Anyone who has been here knows the hardships and knows when to do what.
Therefore, he will never let Zhong Qi take risks, because Zhong Bo knows very well that once Zhong Qi and Bai Ye fight to the death, the one who will suffer the most damage in the end will definitely be their Zilu Academy.
Tazilu Academy must not ruin its future just because of a white night.
As for the outside world's doubts about Zhong Bo, and even said that he was not courageous enough to admit defeat, let them say that. Zhong Bo naturally had his reasons for admitting defeat.
Looking at the surprised and uncertain eyes in the audience, Zhong Bo let out a long sigh, turned around, bowed slightly to the master, and said: "In today's battle, our Zilu Academy has completely lost, and I will fulfill the rules after admitting defeat. "
"That's good." The master nodded with a smile on his face, and then he came to the high platform, walked slowly to Bai Ye's side, and patted his shoulder gently, "You brat, just don't take it Is your fate your destiny? Acting like this is exactly the same as that guy Yan Zheng did back then."
"Thank you for your compliments. It's Bai Ye's blessing to be somewhat like the teacher." Bai Ye took back his talent and replied respectfully.
"Come on, I don't know your personality yet. This brat Yan Zheng must have killed you, so you will definitely get good results in this literary battle, right?" Master smiled.
"Teacher, he doesn't value fame. He just wants Bai Ye to do his best."
"Haha, I understand, I understand." The master laughed loudly, and then patted Bai Ye's shoulder, "Don't worry, your performance in today's battle is enough to make that brat Yan Zheng look at you with admiration."
Bai Ye smiled faintly and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Master."
The Master stopped laughing, turned around, looked at the students in the audience, and said loudly: "Today's Taoist battle, Yan Sheng Academy versus Zilu Academy, Yan Sheng Academy won. According to the rules, in order to ensure the safety of the students of Zilu Academy, this literary and Taoist battle , Zilu Academy does not need to participate again."
Immediately afterwards, Master asked Bai Yedao, "Is Yan Sheng Academy still willing to continue participating in the literary and Dao war?"
"Of course." Bai Ye nodded. He was in good condition now and had only used up about 30% of his talent. He had every chance to continue participating in the Wen Dao battle, and even have a chance to compete for first place.
However, what Bai Ye didn't expect was that not long after he nodded, the master suddenly said, "However, you are physically and mentally exhausted today. You don't need to participate in this battle."
Bai Ye was stunned, he never thought that Master would do this.
"Master, I'm fine, I can continue to compete." Bai Ye said.
"I know you're fine, but you also want to give other students a stage to show themselves, right?" Master's tone was full of helplessness.
Hearing this, Bai Ye also understood Master's intention and felt that he was indeed a little selfish.
"Master, Bai Ye understands." Bai Ye then bowed to Master and left the platform.
The Master once again stood on the high platform and said loudly: "The battle of literature and art begins now!"
As the master finished speaking, the entire venue instantly boiled. The students from Zeng Sheng Academy and Zigong Academy were in high spirits and ready to show their full strength in this competition.
Just when Ci Song was full of excitement and wanted to ask about his thoughts on the killing battle, he heard Master's voice coming from the stage.
"By the way, we need to send someone to guard the road. By the way, Ci Song, come on, come up and pick up your senior brother Bai Ye's team."
"I?"
Ci Song didn't expect Master to call his name again.
When Bai Ye, who had just sat down, saw this, he comforted Ci Song and said, "Junior Brother Ci, just go up. Don't worry about winning or losing. Just show your ability. If you are really defeated, just admit defeat."
"good."
Ci Song originally thought he would be nervous. After all, this was his first time on stage alone in front of so many people. However, when he stepped onto the high platform and faced the students who were either full of confidence or looking at him expectantly, he suddenly felt that his mood was unusually calm.
Perhaps because Bai Ye was in front of him, Ci Song stood here now, facing the students from other academies, and felt an inexplicable sense of confidence.
Ci Song took a deep breath, concentrated his energy, and released his talents. Then a golden thin needle appeared in the palm of Ci Song's hand, and then under Ci Song's thoughts, it turned into a golden long sword. The long sword There is a little bit of blue light lingering on it. This blue light is a trace of Ning Ping's "good at seduction" talent left in Ci Song's body.
"Yan Shengshu, a scholar of the Academy of Song Dynasty, is here to ask the senior fellows from each academy for tips."
"After waiting for so long, my bones have become soft, and I can finally make my debut."
A voice reached the ears of everyone present, and then a blue figure appeared on the high platform. Everyone looked and found that the person on the stage was actually Duanmu Qingcang, the senior brother of Zigong Academy.
"Junior Brother Ci, let me learn your clever tricks."
After seeing Duanmu Qingcang, Ci Song was stunned for a moment. No, how could anyone fight the BOSS as soon as he came up?
"Junior Brother Ci, you are a scholar, so I will use my talent to fight you."
The blue and white talents rising from Duanmu Qingcang's body intertwined into a bright cloud in front of Duanmu Qingcang. The clouds rolled and condensed into a huge blue sword.
"Junior Brother Ci, please."
Duanmu Qingcang made a gesture to signal Ci Song to take the lead.
Ci Song came back to his senses and returned the greeting: "In that case, I would rather obey your orders than be respectful."
Immediately afterwards, the golden sword in Ci Song's hand turned into a stream of light and slashed towards the blue sword in Duanmu Qingcang's hand.
"Ding--"
A crisp metal collision sounded instantly, and then two figures passed each other in mid-air, each retreating to their original place.
In this move, neither of them used their full strength, they just tested each other's strength.
But everyone can see that there is a big gap between Ci Song and Duanmu Qingcang. Although the golden sword transformed by Ci Song was sharp, it seemed a little vulnerable in front of Duanmu Qingcang's blue sword.
However, Ci Song was not surprised by this result. He was already a scholar, and he was several levels behind Duanmu Qingcang. Being able to face Duanmu Qingcang in a head-on blow without losing was already beyond his expectations.
Immediately afterwards, Ci Song swung his sword again, and the golden sword in his hand instantly turned into a stream of light, shooting straight at Duanmu Qingcang.
Duanmu Qingcang did not dodge or evade, and swung his sword to meet the attack. Two bright rays of light met in the air, making a deafening sound.
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