Fantasy: Transform into an ancient demon and slaughter the world!

After Gu Changqing left, two disciples hurried over to help the elder Yang Yeqing.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"Woo, woo, teacher..."

Seeing Yang Yeqing covered in blood, the two disciples cried.

"Shut up, I'm not dead yet!!"

"Is Changqing gone?"

Yang Yeqing lowered his voice and asked the two.

If he hadn't pretended to be dead, he would have been beaten even harder...

"Ah? Teacher, you're not dead?"

"What do you know? The teacher is pretending to be dead!"

The two disciples were stunned and then said.

"Keep your voice down, you're looking for a fight, aren't you?!"

"If you bring Changqing here again, I'll show you how I'll beat you up!"

Yang Yeqing gritted his teeth, wishing he could skin his two disciples alive.

...

Gu Changqing smiled slightly as he left Lanhuaju. How could he not see that Yang Yeqing was pretending to be dead?

If he really wanted to kill him, Yang Yeqing would have been a cold corpse within three moves.

Yang Yeqing was also forced to do so. Gu Changqing's move was just to teach him a lesson.

And let the world know that no one can touch his big brother!

He used to be weak, but now that he has become stronger, he must protect his family well and never let them suffer any grievances!

Ten days passed quickly, and the battle for the new son of Confucius Gate officially kicked off.

The position of the son of Confucius Gate has been vacant for hundreds of years.

Originally, the best candidate for the Holy Son was Duan Hongru, but after Gu Changqing joined the Confucius Sect, the two became the strongest opponents.

However, Duan Hongru's heart of Taoism collapsed, and he might not even have the courage to go on the stage.

After all, Gu Changqing challenged Duan Hongru to a life-and-death battle. Once Duan Hongru stepped onto the stage, it meant that he accepted the life-and-death battle.

A life-and-death battle is about both superiority and inferiority, and only one person can survive on the stage.

The huge martial arts arena was already overcrowded.

Whether it was the elders or the disciples, all of them were present.

All disciples of the Confucius Sect were eligible to compete for the position of the Holy Son.

The rules were simple. Disciples who wanted to compete for the position of the Holy Son went on the stage and accepted challenges from others. Whoever could hold on to the end would be the new Holy Son!

Sect Master Li Wenxiang sat in the first seat, and Deputy Sect Master Jiang Taihao was on the left. As for Deng Taiming on the right, he had not arrived yet.

Gu Changqing was behind Jiang Taihao, his face was calm and composed, attracting everyone's attention.

In this battle, there is no doubt that the final Saint Son must be Gu Changqing.

Because even the Great Elder Yang Yeqing is not Gu Changqing's opponent.

Which disciple has the strength to compete with Gu Changqing?

The Great Elder sat next to Jiang Taihao, his eyes were a little evasive, and he didn't dare to look directly at Gu Changqing.

Even after ten days, there were still fist marks on his body...

After the time was up, Li Wenxiang did not continue to wait for Deng Taiming, but stood up and announced: "Everyone, this sect master officially announces that the 16th Saint Son Competition will start now!"

"I hope that all disciples can fight with all their strength, show their own style, and live up to the Tao in their hearts."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere of the entire martial arts field reached its climax.

"This time, the Great Elder will be the referee, please give a round of applause." Li Wenxiang smiled softly and then announced.

Warm applause rang out, and the elder slowly rose up, with a green fist mark on his face, which made people laugh.

Yang Yeqing's old face turned red, but he soon came to the ring, "Don't worry, this elder will be fair and just, and preside over this battle for the Holy Son!"

"Now, please invite the disciples who want to compete for the position of the Holy Son to the ring."

As soon as Yang Yeqing's voice fell, a disciple flew to the ring.

"I am Jiang Ming from Lantian Academy!"

A disciple from Lantian Academy came to the ring, and the whole person was tall and strong, with a good momentum.

Although they knew that they were just a foil, they had to fight with all their strength, so that they would be worthy of the Tao in their hearts.

"Zhao Ronghui from Yuexiu Academy, please teach me!"

Soon, a disciple from Yuexiu Academy walked out, and his cultivation was at the great success of the Saint Realm, comparable to the great success of the Saint Emperor Realm of martial arts.

"Please!"

The two disciples bowed, and then the righteous spirit burst out.

The terrifying attack swept across the entire ring, and the entire ring was shaking.

After more than a dozen moves, the winner was decided, and Jiang Ming won in the end.

However, the next disciple who came out easily defeated Jiang

Ming was defeated.

An endless stream of disciples walked onto the ring, fearless of powerful opponents, and dared to pursue their own Tao.

Even if they lost in the end, they had no regrets.

Seeing that every disciple fought with all his strength, the sect master Li Wenxiang stroked his goatee and smiled with satisfaction.

Their Confucius Sect not only focused on attacking, but also focused on cultivating the state of mind of the disciples. The so-called self-cultivation is the key to becoming a Confucian cultivator.

Just like Duan Hongru, it was because his life was too smooth that his Tao heart was fragile, and eventually his Tao heart collapsed and he became a useless person.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, the disciples on the ring had reached the Great Saint Realm.

Seeing the Great Saint Realm disciples on the ring, Gu Changqing asked Jiang Taihao: "Teacher, the disciples are ready to go on the ring."

"Okay, go, the master believes in you." Jiang Taihao smiled kindly. He was quite fond of his disciple.

Accepting Gu Changqing as a disciple five years ago was truly the most correct decision in my life.

"Lantian Academy, Gu Changqing, come and challenge me!"

"Please teach me!"

Gu Changqing came to the ring and bowed.

"Chang, Senior Brother Changqing..."

Seeing that it was Gu Changqing, the disciple was frightened.

"Senior Brother Changqing finally made a move!"

"The show has officially begun!"

"I would like to fight with Senior Brother Changqing. Even if I lose, I have fought with the future Son of God. How awesome it is to say it out!"

"That makes sense. In order to show off, I have to challenge Senior Brother Changqing!"

Everyone looked at Gu Changqing in awe and spoke one after another.

"Please!"

Gu Changqing made a gesture and then prepared to attack.

"Senior Brother Changqing, I'm sorry!"

The disciple finally overcame his fear, mobilized all the righteousness in his body, gathered a magical power, and blasted towards Gu Changqing!

It was not easy for him to take this step.

Gu Changqing was not too harsh on him. He deliberately let him hold out for two moves. In the third move, he defeated him directly!

"Brother Changqing, I lost."

The disciple smiled helplessly. There was no disappointment in his eyes, but he was quite excited.

Isn't it a great blessing in life to be able to fight with the first genius of Confucianism and Taoism?

"You are already very good. Practice well and you will become a great man in the future!"

Gu Changqing encouraged him.

"Thank you for your encouragement, senior brother. I will remember it in my heart!"

The disciple bowed and then left the ring very gloriously.

He was still glorious even though he lost!

Fighting with the first genius of Confucianism and Taoism is enough for him to brag for a lifetime!

Then dozens of disciples challenged Gu Changqing, and all of them failed without exception.

By the end, no disciple wanted to challenge Gu Changqing anymore.

Gu Changqing did not use his true strength at all, and did not even use a single magical power.

Finally, Gu Changqing looked in the direction of Yuexiu Academy and asked coldly: "Where is Duan Hongru? Do you dare to fight on the ring!"

The voice was sonorous and powerful, and the cold murderous intent swept across. None of the elders and disciples of Yuexiu Academy dared to look directly at Gu Changqing.

From beginning to end, the dean and the eldest brother of their Yuexiu Academy did not come.

Is he really going to be a turtle and not even dare to go on the ring?

If so, then his Yuexiu Academy will lose face.