"What am I?"
Zhou Yang's temper was not very good. If Xu Yechen had stopped, he would have tolerated it, but Xu Yechen was insatiable. If he took a step back, Xu Yechen would think he was afraid.
"Xu Yechen, I'll give you a choice now. Go to the Administrator's Manor and give me your ninety-second position. Tell them you're not as good as me. If you don't, we'll meet on the New Star Platform in the martial field."
"You!"
Xu Yechen flew into a rage. His fists cracked, but he did not dare to attack. He knew he was not Zhou Yang's match. The lesson from last time was still fresh in his mind.
"Zhou Yang, do you know where you are now? How dare you threaten me?" Xu Yechen said angrily.
"Let me ask you, do you choose to give up your position voluntarily or be given away voluntarily?" Zhou Yang said sternly again.
"Zhou Yang, listen carefully. This is the Imperial City, and I am the young master of the Xu Clan. If you offend me, I can let you …
"Voluntarily or be given away voluntarily? This is the last time."
Zhou Yang's merciless voice made Xu Yechen tremble.
Willingly losing face on the martial stage would be even more humiliating, but he had no other choice.
"Young Master Xu, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?"
Suddenly, a group of people walked over. The person in the lead had the Wei Clan's token and a purple belt.
"Wei Zhiming, you came at the right time. Teach him a lesson," Xu Yechen said loudly.
"So it's this brat who offended you. Watch carefully, I'll make him kneel now."
The man called Cao Zhiming opened his fan and walked towards Zhou Yang.
"Brat, I only need to say four words and you'll kneel. Do you believe me?" Wei Zhiming smiled.
"No." Zhou Yang smiled as well.
"Hmph, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
Wei Zhiming's expression suddenly froze, and then he roared.
"Knelt down, you scoundrel!"
The voice carried a vast power that came from the sky. This power was filled with righteousness.
Righteousness!
Zhou Yang smiled. Coincidentally, he also wanted to test his righteousness.
"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles unstoppable!"
With these words, the pressure from before instantly disappeared and was replaced by a sharp wind and a terrifying killing intent. The Zhou Yang in front of Wei Zhiming was no longer Zhou Yang, but a swordsman in a long robe with a sword dripping with blood.
Ten steps to kill a man, a thousand miles unstoppable …
Ah …
With a loud cry, Wei Zhiming suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. His eyes were filled with terror, and when he landed on the ground, he trembled as if he had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world.
"This is killing intent. Hmph, look at my righteous aura."
In an instant, another three people stood up.
"Vast Sky Spirit, Ten Thousand Miles Sword …"
Buzz …
The air trembled, and an invisible force came from all directions.
Zhou Yang's lips curled into a smile. It was time to show his true strength.
"Solitary smoke rises in the desert, Sunset Thunder in the Long River …"
A clanging sound rang out, and then something amazing happened. The surrounding environment suddenly changed. Everyone seemed to see an endless desert and thick black smoke, followed by a huge river.
Kacha!
The thunder fell, and Wei Zhiming was instantly struck by it. He continuously coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
This kind of scene was fleeting, like an illusion, and it made people feel that it was real, yet they didn't dare to believe it.
"This is … this is the poetic realm …"
After a long while, Wen Xiyu blurted out. Her whole body was stunned as if she had been electrocuted.
At this moment, Zhou Yang was the same. He was also shocked by the scene in front of him. He had just used all the righteous aura in his body on this poem, but he did not expect it to create such a scene.
Poetic realm …
Zhou Yang remembered Wen Xiyu's words.
"Young master, young master …"
After the shock, everyone finally reacted. A few warriors with slightly lower cultivation helped Wei Zhiming up and shouted.
However, Wei Zhiming was already half dead. He pointed at Zhou Yang for a long time without saying a word.
The power of the poetic realm had almost killed him.
Zhou Yang did not know whether to laugh or cry. His original intention was to teach this guy a lesson, but he did not expect the result to be like this.
"Boy, tell … tell me your name."
After taking a few pills, Wei Zhiming finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zhou Yang, Li family martial arts hall!"
"Li family … Li family disciple, very good. It seems that the Li family has forgotten the previous lesson. Just you wait, just you wait …"
After saying this, Wei Zhiming staggered away with the help of a few disciples.
"Tsk tsk … Zhou Yang, it seems that I don't have to deal with you anymore." Xu Yechen smiled very proudly.
"Don't forget Xu Yechen, you haven't chosen the choice I gave you."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Yechen's face immediately sank.
"Okay, Zhou Yang, I will give you my position, but I dare say that you will not be able to sit in this position for three days." Xu Yechen shouted coldly, his face extremely red. After saying this, he lowered his head and quickly left.
The dignified young master of the Xu family was forced to give up his position on the ranking list. He had lost all his face.
"Zhou Yang, you have caused a great disaster."
Wen Xiyu sighed and looked at Zhou Yang.
"Caused a great disaster? This is a great disaster? "Zhou Yang smiled. Compared to the wedding robbery in Royal City, was this a great disaster?
"You don't know the power of the Cao family and the Xu family in the Imperial City. If they attack you, you will be finished. There is no Tiangang Sword Sect or Tang family to support you."
After saying this, Wen Xiyu pondered for a moment, then pulled Zhou Yang to the Confucian Institute.
Zhou Yang did not refuse and followed Wen Xiyu to an elegant pavilion behind the Confucian Institute.
It was Teacher Wen who was sitting in the attic.
"Grandfather!"
Wen Xiyu stepped forward and shouted.
Teacher Wen opened his eyes and looked at Wen Xiyu, then looked at Zhou Yang and said, "I know what happened just now. To be able to use the poetic realm, it seems that you have indeed had an opportunity."
"I wonder if Senior is still willing to accept me as a student?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.
Teacher Wen shook his head and said, "I said that your murderous aura is too strong. I will not accept you as a disciple."
Zhou Yang's expression did not change. He had already expected this answer. He only said, "Dare I ask Senior, as a warrior, can't I have murderous aura?"
"Only with murderous aura can one be called a warrior. But that is a warrior, not a Confucian." Teacher Wen smiled.
"Then what is a Confucian?" Zhou Yang asked again.
Teacher Wen smiled and said, "It seems that you want to discuss the Dao with me."
"Junior doesn't dare, I just want to ask for advice."
"Well, then I will tell you what a Confucian is." Teacher Wen stood up and said, "The Confucian way has been passed down from the Great Zhou Imperial City. It is different from enlightenment. The Confucian way pays attention to modesty and non-aggression. We, the Confucian people, only kill demons and not people of the same path. The murderous aura on your body proves that you have killed many people of the same path in addition to demons, right?"
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