"Which sect is this? I haven't seen it before!"

"Hi! I'll just look at the white wall in a while."

"You don't even know that they are here to play with Mudba when you run to Changzhou? That's Confucianism!"

"oh!"

"oh......"

"Oh...ah! Confucianism!"

A sudden realization sounded.

An honest man asked weakly, "What is Confucianism?"

So many eyes were staring at the one who was the first to call him the Confucianism. Obviously, they were also pretending.

The man obviously enjoyed the attention of everyone. He had taken out a folding fan from his arms and shook gently against the slightly cold spring breeze in March.

"If you want to talk about Confucianism, you have to start from that time, far away."

Damn! This kid is pretending!

Everyone was not a good-looking lamp, so they immediately shouted that he would quickly talk about the key points.

Seeing the crowd of emotions, the man quickly put away his fan and smiled awkwardly, "The one on the ox cart is the leader of the Confucianism, ranked seventh in the Heavenly List, and is a real great practitioner of the Hedao Realm."

After saying that, he also pointed his chest with the folding fan he had just closed, "I was lucky enough to meet him in the Mizuho Valley last year."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately exclaimed: "You are actually a survivor of Mizuho Valley. I am so respectful and unrespectful. I am the King of Sanbang, so I am so lucky to meet you."

"I am Kong Erlang, I'm lucky to be with my brother!"

"I'm not very lucky to add me. I'm so happy to know you!"

The man didn't expect that his experience in Mizuho Valley would cause such a big reaction.

In fact, when he came out of Wuxi Valley, he survived by chance and was frightened and immediately fled back to the cave. He hid for more than half a year.

It was not until this powerful Five Sects that I dared to come.

Pressing his heart was surprised, he pretended to be calm and greeted others.

If I had known it, I would have pretended to be something else, so I would have just come here.

Jiang Yan took all this in his eyes, and a figure in black quietly appeared in his heart, his voice and appearance were there.

He turned his head slightly, looked at Fu Lin's expression as usual, and didn't say much, but just sighed softly in his heart.

Without mentioning the commotion below, the ox cart slowly moved forward on the long golden blanket.

Compared to the twists and turns of Qingxi Sword Pool just now, the Confucians are naturally much more smooth.

When Zhuang Jinju was halfway through the long blanket, he got out of the car and walked, walked to Yunluo and stood in front of him, and performed the ceremony of the guest and host.

Zhuang Jinju smiled and looked at these arrangements and praised: "This method is novel and unique, and it will be more effective in one go. General Yun has troubled it."

On this occasion, he naturally cannot afford to be a disciple of the Yunluo Xiling Sword Sect.

Therefore, including Cao Xuan, they were called the leader of Yunluo's righteous army.

Yun Luo didn't explain much, and said a few words of humility. After celebrating the Confucians, he invited Confucians to come on stage.

At the same time, he said something to Zhuang Jinju in his heart.

Zhuang Jinju was slightly stunned and then smiled.

Upon climbing the platform, Zhuang Jinju stood in front of the white wall, stroked his beard and watched intently.

Above the white wall, the four big words "Qingxi Sword Pool" occupy about one-fifth of the area.

It is not too arrogant, but it is not as modest as at all.

Cao Xuan and the two Supreme Elders of Qingxi Jianchi looked at Zhuang Jinju with concern, wanting to see how capable this Confucian leader, who ranked seventh in the sky, could have.

When the Tianbang first appeared, many people didn’t care and thought that someone was placing it blindly.

However, after the subsequent verification, the convincing power of the list has been greatly enhanced.

Some people who are dissatisfied with higher levels of dissatisfaction have become honest after confirming that Yuchi Chonghua, who is a mid-level Hedao realm, has no power to fight back under Yang Qing's sword.

From then on, the Tianbang almost became synonymous with top experts.

Amid everyone's anticipation, Zhuang Jinju was moved.

He shook his sleeves, put his hands on his back, and opened his mouth gently, and a thunder sounded out of thin air.

"Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, gentlemen have virtue; educate the people and virtues are the people, and they are the people, and they are the Confucians!"

On the snow-white wall, in the middle of the middle, the majestic true essence quietly condensed into a huge character - "Religious"!

A loud shout suddenly sounded around, the Heavenly List is the Heavenly List!

Suddenly, a burst of exclamations rang out.

"Look!" A male practitioner pointed at the platform, looking shocked.

"Wow! It looks so good!" This was the feeling of another male practitioner, and it seemed to be accompanied by some slurred saliva.

"Look at what I'm doing in my chest! Look at the wall!" A female practitioner was furious and coquettish.

On the white wall next to the high platform, next to the word "Ru" that occupies half of the white wall, the four characters "Qingxi Sword Pool" that were not big seemed to be squeezed out, and actually began to shrink slowly and move towards the edge of the wall.

It was as if a beast had entered the mountains and forests, and the beasts retreated. The four words "Qingxi Sword Pool" were curled up in the corner, trembling.

The two Supreme Elders of Qingxi Jianchi were furious, but Cao Xuan took it away.

Cao Xuan looked over with a gloomy gaze, and Yun Luo's gaze was only calm.

He never told Qingxi Sword Pool that this white wall not only has the function of mentioning words and leaving a name, but also is a stage for various sects to show their own strength.

The first is how to keep words, the way to keep words, and the special effects all represent the ability of the sect;

The second is the competition between characters. In the end, the name of which company occupies more places, naturally it means that it is strong and less land. It will naturally be covered with facial features.

Well, simply put, it's no different from peeing.

Cao Xuan was considered cautious and smart, and guessed the first point.

Without taking action by himself, the Supreme Elder from Qingxi Sword Pool also asked the sword intent of Jianchi to leave the words.

Otherwise, if someone from behind sees the name of the Qingxi Sword Pool on the white wall, but cannot feel any sword intent, it would be a joke.

But he did not count on this, and was told by Yun Luo.

I am so sad that I am helpless.

On the attic, Fu Lin sneered. Although this small punishment for Qingxi Jianchi could not vent his hatred, it was enough to make him happy.

But soon he frowned, because everyone in Jianchi, who was embarrassed by such a big face, did not leave in shame.

The disciples of Jianchi also looked at the back of the leader, and for some reason they still had to stay here with a shy face.

But after Cao Xuan was in charge of the sword pool, he used thundering methods and superb mental skills to clean up and down the sword pool into obedience. No one dared to question it at this moment.

The anger of the two Supreme Elders of the Sword Pool came and went quickly, and soon they became like an old monk entering into meditation, without disturbing external things.

Zhuang Jinju took his disciples down the platform and smiled and bowed to Cao Xuan.

Cao Xuan replied calmly, as if what he had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that Cao Xuan was still not leaving, Zhuang Jinju stayed and saw that he was thinking about it, so he could help Yun Luo if there was anything wrong.

Just by chance, I formed a habit of waiting.

Seeing this, Yun Luo quickly ordered a subordinate to bring in some chairs and stools, and demarcate some areas so that the remaining sects could sit and watch the ceremony.

After a moment of silence, another cannon sounded outside the East City Gate.

Everyone's eyes naturally looked over, and a huge chariot suddenly entered their eyes.

Accompanied by a gusseted scent of people and a sensational moan, the chariot carried by sixteen people was getting closer and closer.

The chariot was as wide as a huge bed, with a ring swaying gently, and the curtains wrapped around it swaying in the wind, and the enchanting figures inside were faintly visible.

Many onlookers under the platform, including those with low abilities, had dull eyes and nosebleeds.

There were many other people, and there were a bunch of hot silhouettes surging.

The chariot stopped straight in front of Yunluo, Yingying and Yanyan lifted the curtain, and a lazy noble man sat up from his soft thighs, his clothes were messy, he looked down at Yunluo from a high place, "Are you in charge?"

Yun Luo's face was calm and he said lightly: "You are not qualified to talk to me like this."

In front of so many people, he finally showed his due aura.

Easy-going, you can also get points with whom.

The noble prince smiled contemptuously, "A worldly general, what kind of garlic should I pretend to be in front of this prince?"

In the attic beside him, Jiang Yan and Fu Lin looked at each other, guessing if it was someone's conspiracy.

The same thoughts also appeared in the minds of Cao Xuan and Zhuang Jinju.

After all, there are not many people in this world who can be so righteous and domineering in front of Yun Luo.
To be continued...