It is early summer and the sun is warm.

But just after Wang Xiao said something, the huge Confucian Temple compound suddenly felt cold!

Yang Xian was still motionless, his clothes were slightly swaying, and his head was full of chaos and his hair was dancing rapidly like a dragon and snake. He glanced at Wang Xiao with an expressionless face, "Do you want the Confucian Seal?"

Wang Xiao was seen by Yang Xian, and his face froze. He immediately smiled and said, "I am mediocre in my studies and have no achievements. How dare I ask Master Yang for the Confucian Seal?"

He talked calmly in front of Yang Xian, "It was my family's leader who ordered us to invite the seal to Zhongzhou so that it could be placed in the Dacheng Hall for worship."

He stood in front of Yang Xian, his clothes were clamored by the murderous intent of Yang Xian's body, and the hem of his clothes floated behind him and shook rapidly. Even so, Wang Xiao's face remained unchanged, "My master said that the Confucian Seal has been lost for a thousand years, and it is time to return it to Zhongzhou."

Yang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, "Want to be the official seal? Let the Chinese people take it by themselves!"

With a "puff", Wang Xiao's hair strap was rushing by Yang Xian's murderous aura and suddenly exploded, with his long hair floating behind him.

His face finally changed color, his body shook slightly, and in an instant, he exuded the breath of coming in, and said to Yang Xianxi: "Why should Master Yang be angry? As the chief of the current dynasty and the general ministers, how can my family have time to come here in person?"

He shook his hand slightly and said to Yang Xian: "My sect leader just saw that sect leader Yang was young and worried that he would not be able to keep the seal well, so he thought about keeping it for him. When sect leader Yang became an adult, it would be too late to go to Zhongzhou to ask my sect leader."

While he was speaking, he held a sword in one hand and spread it in front of Yang Xian with the other, "Master Yang, just give it to me!"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Wang Xiao is the first in the Eight Ethics of Zhongzhou, and the rumors are true!"

He glanced at the eight people standing around him and laughed: "If you want me to be a Confucian official seal, then take me a punch first!"

"boom!"

As soon as he said this, the invisible energy exploded from inside and out of his body. Thunder sounded in the air, and the ground cracked and collapsed. In just a moment, a small pit collapsed on the bluestone ground where he was standing.

The eight people surrounding Yang Xian were shocked by the qi, and at the same time, they let out a muffled groan and retreated together.

The eight of them share the same spirit and their hearts. Even if they are frightened and retreat, there is no difference in speed and body movements. If they do not look at their faces, they only look at their body movements, they are simply the same person.

Just as the eight people retreated, Yang Xian let out a long roar, his body soared into the sky, and the man took big steps in the air, took one step forward, and had already reached Wang Xiao's head directly in front, raised his fist and beat him, "Calend the fist!"

When Wang Xiao retreated, he had already been waiting for it. Seeing Yang Xian's body thundering down in the air, like a meteor hitting the terrain unstoppable. Before his fist reached, the fist wind had suppressed him and his breathing was not smooth. He smiled slightly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a white light to greet Yang Xian, laughing and said, "Filial piety is the first of all virtues!"

When he was talking to Yang Xian just now, he was gentle and slow, just like a tree. At this time, he drew his sword in his hand, and he was actually gentle and without any sense of urgency. He was surprisingly slow in facing Yang Xian, which was as slow as an old cow pulling a cart. It seemed that after another year and a half, this sword might not be able to stab it out.

But as he slowly set out his sword, a strange warm feeling rose inexplicably. The sword gave people the feeling of being a ruler from the teacher, a wooden stick drawn by the strict father, a gentle touch from the kind mother, and a loving look of grandfather and grandmother, which made people feel attached and respectful in their hearts, willing to slap their necks, and dare not evade.

"Good sword technique!"

Yang was shocked and moved, his fists kept casting, "I can't bear to kill you!"

Wang Xiao's sword seemed extremely slow, but in fact it was almost at its peak. Yang Xian's fist, which was like thunder, was blocked by the tip of the long sword as soon as it hit.

"Bang!"

The fists and swords intersected, and a loud noise was made. Wang Xiao's hair was flying, his body trembled like an electric shock, and he retreated backward like lightning.

Every time he took a step back, a deep footprint was taken from the bluestone floor. What's strange is that although the bluestone was stepped on by him, it did not crack and shatter. It can be seen that he even controlled the force he emitted with extremely accurate control, without any distraction.

Just as Wang Xiao retreated, Yang Xian's body turned around with the force of recoil, rushed towards the person closest to him, and pressed him with his palm.

Facing Yang Xian's man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark skin and mediocre appearance, he was holding a sword in his chest, looking forward intently. Seeing Yang Xian fitting into attack, he let out a stern shout, raised his sword and slashed it horizontally, and chanted: "Brothers, brothers, respectful!"

His sword came, like drizzle, like spring breeze, peaceful and without murderous aura, just like brothers and friends playing, patting each other's shoulders and playing, which made life not look like a precaution.

"Good guy! This sword intent is amazing too! Are you Zhong Ti?"

Yang Xian stood up and slashed at Zhong Ti's long sword in his hand like a knife. After a loud noise, Zhong Ti screamed and flew out of his palm. The long sword in his hand made a huge trembling sound. His body rolled involuntarily in the air, and after landing, he had reached more than ten feet away.

After Yang Xian hit Zhong Ti with a palm, his body still did not fall in the air. He laughed and said, "Okay, okay, Zhongzhou Bayi, it's really amazing!"

Others turned around in the air like a dragon, and attacked another man in white.

The man in white had a strong face and long eyebrows on his temples. He looked at Yang Xian flying over and stepped forward and said sternly: "His death is dead!"

The long sword in his hand was different from the other seven people, and it seemed much wider and thicker. At this time, a sword came, like a general defending the city who was killed with the enemy, or like a loyal minister who beat drums and shouted for justice in front of the Golden Palace, revealing a spirit of sacrifice that would put life and death aside only to protect the country and the people.

"What awesome! Are you Huang Zhong?"

Yang Xian kicked out and hit the ridge of Huang Zhong's sword. Huang Zhong's sword stormed up, his body shook loudly, and he stood still with a "ha" sound, and he refused to retreat.

But Yang Xian's kick was amazingly powerful. The internal force attached to the sword blade rushed into Huang Zhong's body like a river. In just a moment, Huang Zhong's face changed drastically. A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, his body was shaking, and he praised loudly: "Good internal strength! I'm not as good as me!"

Because of his strong temperament, he became the first person to be injured. However, he didn't care at all. Instead, he praised Yang Xian's martial arts cultivation. "Master Yang, as long as you don't die within ten years, no one will take away this Confucian official seal in the future!"

Yang Xian laughed: "Then I will strive to never die within ten years!"

With a loud laugh, he turned around and attacked the fourth man in white.

The fourth one, who was tall and full of beard, was not a sword but a knife in his hand. At this time, he had already raised the long sword as big as a door panel, slashed at Yang Xian with a loud bang, shouting loudly: "You must be sure of your words and actions!"

"boom!"
Chapter completed!