Seeing such a result, everyone was slightly stunned. Although it seemed that Zhang Han had won the victory, everyone with a discerning eye knew that Yan Lu's cultivation was superior after all.

As a result, the outcome of this game is difficult to determine.

While Fusu was thinking in his mind, Yan Lu took the initiative and said: "General Zhang is indeed very powerful. I am willing to accept the defeat."

"Sir, you are too modest. You are the master."

Zhang Han also knew very well that he did not take advantage in the battle just now.

Seeing him voluntarily admitting defeat, Fusu nodded and said: "This competition is very exciting. No matter who wins or loses, it is eye-opening."

Yan Lu smiled slightly, bowed to the former and returned to his seat. The reason why he chose to stay was not only because of his own indifference to the world, but also because of Confucian considerations.

You know, the purpose of Fusu's coming here is to give Xiaoshengxian Village a blow and warn them not to cause trouble. What he wants is a submissive attitude.

The reason why such a sword-based discussion was created was to overpower Confucianism.

In the first game just now, Zhang Liang had already gained divine power. If he had won the second game, there would be no need to play the third game. This would undoubtedly lose face to the former.

This will only deepen the conflict between Confucianism and the empire. So Yan Lu took advantage of the situation and lost this game, which can be regarded as giving an attitude and showing that Xiaoshengxian Village will not go on the opposite side of the empire.

At the same time, he left a word at Zhang Han's feet, showing his own strength. It not only gave the eldest son a face, but also promoted the Confucian attitude of humility.

Fusu naturally understood its intention and was quite appreciative of it, and then said: "Now both sides have won one game, and the next is the third game."

After hearing this, Fu Nian asked: "I wonder how this last match will be played?"

Fusu heard this and replied: "There are no restrictions on this game, whether it is a literary competition or a martial arts competition."

Fu Nian's expression changed, and he looked around. Gongsun Linglong and Zhang Han had already played in the first two rounds, and now the only ones left on the field were Fusu himself and Ye Zhang.

However, these two people have special identities and obviously will not end up in person, so who will be sent out in the final game?

Just when he was thinking of this, a voice sounded out of thin air, and at the same time, the Qi Qi gathered, and a cold and beautiful figure appeared in front of everyone.

The mysterious and mysterious Taoist rhyme emerged, turning into an ethereal and invisible sound that resounded in everyone's hearts: "There is no me in the world, but I am everywhere..."

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Such a special way of appearing surprised many Confucian disciples, and they were unable to recover for a moment.

Seeing this scene, Fusu couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he said: "Master Xiaomeng really has the talent of heaven and man, and he deserves to be the head of Taoism!"

Xiaomeng did not respond to such praise. With a somewhat arrogant and indifferent attitude, he walked to the side and sat down, filling the room immediately.

Fusu didn't blame him for this attitude, he just smiled and said: "Master Lao Xiaomeng will be next."

Xiaomeng did not reply when she heard this, but turned to look at the Confucian leader on the side: "Are you Fu Nian?"

Fu Nian stood up after hearing the words, cupped his hands and said, "Fu Nian, the head of the Confucian School, has met Senior Xiao Meng."

Xiaomeng raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "You are much older than me, so there is no need to call you that."

Fu Nian replied: "You and Uncle Xun are of the same generation, Fu Nian does not dare to be disrespectful..."

Seeing Fu Nian's persistence, Xiaomeng stopped trying to persuade him and said nonchalantly: "You can call me whatever you want."

"The competition just now was too vulgar and inconsistent with our identities. Why don't we compete in another way?"

Fu Nian cupped his hands and said, "Senior Xiaomeng can make the decision on this matter."

Hearing this, Xiaomeng's eyes flashed, she thought for a moment and said, "In that case, let's find another place. This place is not spacious enough."

As he spoke, the toilet turned around and walked out of the door, leaving the house. Seeing this, the rest of the people followed him.

After a while, the former came to an exquisite wooden bridge outside. Under the wooden bridge was a crystal clear lake with gurgling water.

Fu Nian followed the former and came to the wooden bridge together, while the others stood in the pavilion a few feet away and watched.

Xiaomeng took a look at the lake below and said, "Let's test our skills in this match."

"yes."

Fu Nian responded without raising any objection.

After hearing the conversation between the two, Fusu and others also became interested. Compared to the fight of swords and swords, this kind of competition seemed more interesting.

Ye Ziqing smiled slightly. Although Xiaomeng was usually quite aloof, she also had some thoughts.

Various sects of various schools of thought focus on different directions in martial arts.

For example, the Guigu sect focuses on swordsmanship training, and the main test is the understanding of the sword, while internal strength is just a means to make the sword in your hand gain greater power.

Taoist people are just the opposite. They spend more time cultivating their internal strength. What is important is that where the internal strength reaches them, metal and stone can be opened, and flying flowers and leaves can hurt people.

As for the suitable weapon used, it is not very important. Even if you don't have a weapon in your hand, you can still show considerable strength.

As for Confucianism, what they learn is the golden mean, which pays special attention to stability and balance, so the same is true in martial arts. The level of swordsmanship and internal strength is in a relatively balanced state, and the gap will not be too big.

And if this was a pure competition of skills, Xiaomeng, as a Taoist, would undoubtedly have some innate advantages.

Of course, Fu Nian, as the head of the Confucian school, is also very secretive, and his Yi Haoran Qi is quite strong, not much worse than Xiaomeng. This competition is still very interesting to watch.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the Qiuli in Xiaomeng's hand unsheathed, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the lake below, and wisps of true energy were released and almost turned into substance as they continued to condense.

The pure energy is constantly surging, and under the control of the former, it interferes with the water surface from a distance, causing the water in the lake to continuously gather and disperse, and actually turns it into a character shape, which looks like the word "Tao".

Seeing this, Fu Nian did not show any weakness. He held Tai'a in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly. The same powerful invisible force rippled out, and the controlled lake water formed the word "Li".

The six arts of Confucianism are headed by etiquette, which not only shows its cultivation, but also clarifies the profound meaning of Confucianism and Taoism.

This operation also amazed the audience not far away.

Although there was no sword fighting in this round, the overall level of performance was far superior to the previous battle between Yan Lu and Zhang Han.
Chapter completed!