"Senior Brother Duanmu, if you do this, you will be arranged by others in private."
Ci Song naturally understood the stakes, so he spoke to remind Duanmu Qingcang.
"Arrangement? How can mere rumors and rumors hurt me? Besides, everything I do comes from my heart, and I don't care what others think."
"If anyone is dissatisfied, we will fight. I, Duanmu Qingcang, will take over."
Duanmu Qingcang, as his name suggests, is majestic and domineering. What he exudes is an innate confidence and arrogance, as if there is nothing in the world that he cannot solve.
When Ci Song heard this, an indescribable pride surged in his heart. Seeing such an upright person, I couldn't help but admire Duanmu Qing Cangsheng in my heart. It's no wonder that senior brother Bai Ye is willing to become a good friend with him.
In the audience, the onlookers were also shocked by Duanmu Qingcang's words and deeds. Most students expressed admiration for his arrogance, while some students thought he was too arrogant, and some even dismissed him.
However, no matter how others viewed him, Duanmu Qingcang didn't care. He is a madman in the world, and his actions are naturally wild and unruly. If he cared about other people's opinions, then why would he be called Duanmu Qingcang?
Then Duanmu Qingcang stepped down from the stage and returned to his seat. His junior brothers also came over and quickly asked this senior brother how strong Ci Song was.
"Although Ci Song is a scholar, the sword just struck by ordinary people could not be caught at all. If my cultivation had not reached the level of Jinshi some time ago, I might have been seriously injured. With Ci Song in Yan Sheng Academy, in the future Yan Sheng The academy is enough.”
Hearing this, the surrounding students were all shocked. Duanmu Qingcang was such a proud man. Among the students from the four major academies who could be praised so highly by him, excluding Madman Bai, Zeng Xiangteng was the only one left. Zhongqi and Duanmu Qingcang didn't even pay attention to him. Without him, a person who had received the true inheritance of Ya Sheng was still a Juren. As the only dean of the four major academies who had not yet reached the level of Jinshi, Duanmu Qingcang really Look down on him.
Duanmu Qingcang's words today are enough to show that Ci Song's talent has been recognized by him.
Immediately afterwards, Duanmu Qingcang turned to Zhang Wuyan who was sitting next to him and said: "Wuyan, it seems that Ci Song will become the object of your pursuit in the future. It is a blessing to be born in the same era as a genius. .”
"Senior brother, I will try my best to catch up with Ci Song and strive to surpass him in the future." Zhang Wuyan replied firmly.
"Okay, if Wu Yan has this ambition, he will become a great person in the future." Duanmu Qingcang stroked Zhang Wuyan's head and immediately praised.
Ci Song on the stage had already recovered at this time. He found that although the battle with Duanmu Qingcang just consumed a lot of his physical strength, his own talent did not consume much. He only consumed half of it, and he recovered quickly. , this made Ci Song very puzzled. He had released such a powerful attack just now, why didn't it consume much?
Today's Ci Song Dynasty has just come into contact with fighting. He does not know that this is the greatest advantage of a literati who uses poetry to ink. The power he obtains from the war poems he recites does not come from his own talent, but from heaven and earth. So what is consumed is naturally the power of heaven and earth.
This is one of the reasons why the combat power of those who use poetry to ink their ink will far exceed that of those who use the six arts to ink. The talents in the world are endless. As long as the war poems recited by the literati who use poetry to ink ink are powerful enough, he will be able to gain endless rewards. The power of the six arts masters is limited. In addition, when they perform attacks, they consume their own talents, so their endurance is naturally much lower.
However, the current Ci Song Dynasty still cannot fully understand the advantages of using poetry to ink. After all, he has not experienced enough battles, and his understanding and application of war poetry is far from enough.
At the same time, a voice came from the seats at Zeng Sheng Academy below the stage, "In that case, let me see Junior Brother Bai Ye's sword."
Hearing the cry of the phoenix, Zeng Xiangteng appeared on the ring wearing a purple Confucian robe and embroidered phoenix.
"Junior Brother Ci, we meet again." Zeng Xiangteng smiled and saluted Ci Song.
Upon seeing this, Ci Song immediately returned the greeting and said, "I've met Senior Brother Zeng."
"Zeng Xiangteng? He actually took the initiative to take the stage?" Dongfang Qingcang's face showed a hint of surprise. He looked in the direction of Yan Sheng Academy and found that Bai Ye's face also showed a hint of surprise.
"What's wrong, senior brother? Can't this senior brother Zeng come on stage?"
Zhang Wuyan was a little curious. He had chatted with Zeng Xiangteng in the tea shop on the 710th floor, but he didn't find anything special about this senior brother Zeng. Why did his senior brother become nervous instead.
Duanmu Qingcang waved his hand and said: "Of course I can go on stage, but I didn't expect him to take the initiative to go on stage. It seems that Ci Song is really interesting. Even this 'Indisputable Phoenix' can't restrain himself."
"Invincible Phoenix? Is this the title of Senior Brother Zeng?"
"certainly."
At the same time, Zeng Xiangteng was already chatting with Ci Song on the stage, "Junior Brother Ci, I just want to see your swordsmanship, and I ask you to fight with all your strength."
"I'll do my best, senior brother, show mercy." Ci Song saluted.
"That's natural."
As he spoke, a crimson talent burst out from Zeng Xiangteng's hand like a flame. There was another phoenix cry, and the talent condensed into a fiery red phoenix feather long bow, which was held in Zeng Xiangteng's hand.
"Junior Brother Ci, please."
Zeng Xiangteng smiled slightly and signaled for Ci Song to take action first. Ci Song was not pretentious. He once again condensed the blue-gold sword and attacked Zeng Xiangteng directly without any hesitation.
A blue-gold sword light instantly cut through the sky and slashed towards Zeng Xiangteng.
Zeng Xiangteng took his time and pulled the long bow in his hand. A red arrow suddenly condensed on the long bow, took off the string, and went straight towards the blue-gold sword light.
"boom!"
After the two collided, the blue-gold sword light instantly dissipated invisible. At the same time, the long bow in Zeng Xiangteng's hand shook again, and the arrows instantly turned into dozens of small arrows and flew towards Ci Song.
"What a fast arrow." Ci Song secretly thought, and quickly recited the song "Offering Money to the Father" again, "Three thousand guests were lying drunk in the hall, and the light of a sword chilled fourteen states!"
The blue-gold sword light condensed instantly, drawing a line of sword energy in the void. The sword light was like a net, destroying all the incoming arrows, and they turned into balls of heaven and earth energy and disappeared.
"As expected of Junior Brother Ci, he blocked my attack so easily." Zeng Xiangteng said with a smile.
Then he pulled the bowstring again, "Junior brother Ci, be careful with this blow."
"Buzz..."
There was a slight roar, and the red talent condensed in Zeng Xiangteng's hand again. A single large red arrow instantly flew into the sky, and instantly turned into a rain of thousands of small arrows, densely shooting towards Ci Song. .
"Holy shit, so many?"
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