Seeing Zhang Bairen collapsed to the ground at this time, Prince Long San smiled coldly: "Snake the snake!"

"A subordinate" a big snake with a five-meter-old body with an ice-blue body slowly swam over the water.

The snake looks as thick as a bowl, with fine scales on its body, and it swims extremely quickly. The river water immediately dyes a layer of ice.

"So powerful, do the dragon clans have their own magical powers?" Zhang Bairen looked at the snake who stood up swayingly and grabbed the long sword.

"Boy, you are really good and extraordinary, but the more you do this, the faster you die!" Although you look like an animal, you can speak human words.

Zhang Bairen had no expression on his face and began to accumulate sword intent, preparing for the final thunder strike.

The Chizha obviously knew that Zhang Bairen was preparing for the last blow, and swam around Zhang Bairen cautiously, then opened his mouth, and the overwhelming cold wave rushed towards Zhang Bairen.

Looking at the rolling cold wave, the river water suddenly froze wherever he passed, Zhang Bairen smiled coldly: "It turned out that he wanted to freeze me to death directly! But he called the wrong one to pay attention."

The long sword in his hand slashed in front of the cold wave, with the sword intent scattered. Zhang Bairen's long sword turned into a horse training again, piercing through the cold wave, and the sword energy spread the cold wave and flew towards the scattered snake.

"Puff"

Blood splattered, and the Snake was not dead, but its tail was cut off. Feeling the harsh sword intentions into the body, the Snake was so scared that it fled back to the camp and did not stay for a long time.

Although the sword energy split the cold wave, there was still a cold air hanging on Zhang Bairen's body. During his breath, Zhang Bairen turned into an ice sculpture. Wherever he freezes, only a pair of eyes blinked in the ice.

"Fortunately, I was not hit directly by the cold wave, but was only affected by the aftermath, otherwise I would definitely die today." Zhang Bairen was sealed in the ice, his eyes full of fear.

"Everyone, the third bureau has passed, please withdraw your troops." The governor spoke.

Looking at Zhang Bairen who was still blinking in the ice, the three dragon clans showed unwilling expressions, with a strange expression and wanted to repent. At this moment, a vast aura rose from the distance, slowly coming from the south towards this place. People had not arrived, but the aura was already secret and unpredictable.

"There is a foolish person who is extremely wise. A saint does not worry about his lack of wisdom, but he will suffer from the loss of virtue."

"A high talent is not wisdom, and wise people cannot show it. A high position is in danger, but a wise person does not achieve it. A great wisdom knows the end, a small wisdom only plans, and wisdom is exhausted but the way is endless."

"Those who plan to others achieve wisdom, and lose wisdom. Those who plan to do it rely on their wisdom and also give up their wisdom. If you have some wisdom, you will have some weaknesses and keep your enemies deeply. Be careful of your lack of disaster."

“….”

It's like a big bell and a big drum that wakes up.

Looking at the mighty aura, Yu Juluo immediately smiled on his face: "It's Wang Tong Daru! This battle should be over."

Confucianism is not powerless, nor can it be used to fight with poetry, songs and essays. However, Confucian martial arts have six arts and righteousness, and it can be said that Confucianism is the only school that can be compatible with martial arts and Taoism. No wonder it has been forever.

Confucianism cultivates a sense of righteousness, which is the source of strength for Confucian students, both literary and military.

The great scholars were shocking the world and were no longer inferior to the top-notch Yang Shen. The righteous spirit was so strong that it was the vitality of all things and the source of strength. Wherever they passed, countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals were instantly knocked back to their prototypes, and their bodies began to emit heat, which was obviously a little unsupported.

"Retreat!" Looking at Haoran's righteous spirit coming from afar, Prince Long San looked at Zhang Bairen in the ice again, gritted his teeth in anger, and had to turn around and leave.

Confucianism is indeed a stranger in the cultivation world. The righteousness of the great spirit is a kind of spiritual power, the most masculine one does not retreat at all.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly passed cleanly, the river water receded, and countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals drilled into the water one after another, and never dared to come out again and slipped away quietly from the bottom of the river.

Seeing the dragon clan leaving in shame, Yu Juluo looked happy: "It was Wang Tong, the great scholar of great scholar. Wang Tong, one of the Confucian leaders who rose to the rise of the Sui Dynasty and came from behind. This general wants to greet him in person."

At this time, Yu Juluo sighed in his heart. When he was in Zhuo County before, he thought that the Marquis of Zhuo County was a joke and never thought that he had a relationship with Wang Tong.

"Everyone, I will return to the court to pay my respects, so I will say goodbye!" The governor said little, but when he saw the dragon clan retreat, he had turned into a breeze and left.

Guozhen's soul returned to the shell, looked at the messy hall, and his body hurried towards the city gate.

"Master, it will take Wang Tong and Da Rui for a while, but the young gentleman cannot hold on for a while." Song Laosheng looked at Zhang Bairen blinking at him in the ice, then looked at Yu Juluo, who was full of excitement, and coughed.

"Ahem, it's the general's negligence." Yu Juluo came closer and looked at Zhang Bairen in the ice, and waved his palm to break Hanbing. Zhang Bairen kept saying "Ah Yeh" and "Ah Yeh" in his mouth, muttering dissatisfiedly: "I say General, you are a powerful person who is not bad at all. Wang Tong is just a great scholar, so why are you so excited?"

Yu Juluo smiled bitterly: "You don't know that my third son is planning to study under the Daruans. Now that Wang Tong and Daru are in front of each other, how can we win over the relationship?"

Zhang Bairen shivered and pulled back the sword. After the sword was sheathed, it sneezed again. Song Laosheng took out a blanket and put it on Zhang Bairen, so he was a little better.

"I really underestimated the heroes in the world!" Zhang Bairen sighed.

"Mr. Don't be discouraged. Today, I'm sorry, the three masters of the Dragon Clan are scrambling. Many of them may not be as good as you in cultivation." Yu Juluo comforted.

Looking at the retreating tide, Zhang Bairen said: "The losses of the people nearby are all counted on me. Just talk about how much money I need."

As he was talking, Taoist priest Guozhen came over and looked at Zhang Bairen and smiled: "Young fellow Taoist is suffering."

"What's so funny? Taoist priests gloat all day long." Zhang Bairen opened the gourd and stuffed the calamus balls into his mouth at will.

The Taoist priest looked at the meatballs in Zhang Bairen's hand and showed curiosity. Without giving the Taoist priest a chance to speak, Zhang Bairen stepped forward and picked up the tail of the snake and stuffed it into the gourd: "If this treasure is made of wine, it is also a good thing."

The god general in the Heavenly Palace had already withdrawn at this time. Looking at the muddy road, Zhang Bairen rubbed his hair and everyone stood at the city gate for a while.

Not long after, a carriage slowly walked towards the distance, and then stopped in front of the city gate, but the curtain was lifted, and a young man in his twenties, wearing a square scarf, walked out slowly and bowed to everyone: "Wang Tong has seen you all."

Looking at the young man in his twenties in front of him, Zhang Bairen was stunned. According to his own ideas, Daru should be a person with a white beard, and who would have thought that Wang Tong was so young?

"See Mr. Yu Juluo and the Taoist priests in Louguan returned the greetings one after another.

"Master, we haven't seen each other for some years." Wang Tong looked at Taoist Guozhen with a smile on his face.

I have to say that Wang Tong is indeed extremely arrogant. Even Zhang Bairen has to sigh that this man is really attractive.

Just standing there, you will feel a powerful, strong and yang power. Wang Tong is in this powerful power, gentle and humble, and not proud at all.

"It's a bit old. I saw you back then, you were only in your teens. Now you should be twenty-one years old. It's really time to get older." The Taoist priest nodded.

"But after so many years, the Taoist priest is still not old, but I am not a Confucianism and cannot keep the years." Wang Tong sighed softly and looked at Yu Juluo: "I have seen the general."

"Sir, you are really young." Yu Juluo had to sigh. Confucianism is a pervert. As long as you understand the true essence of sages, you can practice Taoism a thousand miles a day.

"See Mr. Zhang Bairen bowed.

Looking at Zhang Bairen, Wang Tong was stunned and said in surprise after a while: "There are talented people in the world, and they all have been in charge of the style for hundreds of years. I have heard the story of the young master of Zhuojun. Today, I saw it really extraordinary. As long as I give my young master ten years of growth, my country will surely be strong and the foundation stone will be established forever. The young master can be the pillar of the Sui Dynasty and the pillar of the country."

Before Zhang Bairen took action, Wang Tong sensed Zhang Bairen's unparalleled sword energy that was extremely powerful and powerful, killing all things in the world. It was pure and domineering. It was the first time Wang Tong saw him in his life. Wang Tong had seen too many sword masters, but it was the first time that Zhang Bairen had seen such a domineering sword energy.
Chapter completed!