"Yang Xian, I know I'm wrong!"

Ouyang Wenzhong cut off the crossbar in front of him, and the true energy left by Yang Xian in his body had not dissipated yet, and he still kept knocking his head.

But at this time, the horizontal wood was cut off, and his head was knocked directly on the blue bricks laid on the ground. After knocking a few times, the blue bricks were broken and opened, showing a pit.

After all, Ouyang Wenzhong is a master of martial arts and has a strong body. Although he is already covered in blood at this time, his mind has not been lost. While he keeps kowtowing, he has already seen the horrifying scene where Yang Xian bows his statue of the Zhu father and son just after just bowing.

He was shocked and no longer had any luck, so he begged for mercy: "Yang Xian, let me go!"

He knocked wildly on his forehead, his voice intermittently, "Now the court has sent many masters to arrest you. If you don't hide your figure, you will come to Qingyang Mansion to cause trouble. I'm afraid that a great disaster will come soon."

Yang Xian turned around and looked at Ouyang Wenzhong. Seeing his white hair dyed with blood, his head was bleeding, and his eyes were covered by blood. His shape was extremely miserable, completely different from his previous free and carefree attitude of drinking water with a teapot.

"Okay, I'll spare your life first!"

Yang Xian stretched out his palm and flicked his fingers gently. A strong wind shot out, hitting Ouyang Wenzhong's tail vertebrae, "You can survive, and your cultivation will be left!"

Ouyang Wenzhong screamed, his body suddenly stood up, stopped kowtowing, and knelt straight on the local area, his body stiffened and motionless, but his face showed a great look of horror.

Straws of white mist rose from the top of his head and gradually enveloped his whole body. A crisp sound like fried beans sounded one after another from his body. At the end, a dull and thunderous sound came from Ouyang Wenzhong's body, which shocked the entire hall.

After this sound, Ouyang Wenzhong spewed out a mouthful of old blood with a "wow" sound, and fell to the sky.

"Yang Xian, you are so cruel!"

He collapsed to the ground, dying and burst into tears, "I pity my decades of mysterious skills, and I will be dispersed in one go!"

Yang Xianleng said: "If I don't kill you, it's your luck. Do I still want you to keep your skills to deal with me in the future?"

He kicked Ouyang Wenzhong so hard that he turned a few somersaults. When he landed, he became kneeling and kowtowing again.

"Just kneel in front of the ancestor statue and apologize!"

After Yang Xian kicked Ouyang Wenzhong away, he did not stay in the hall for a long time. He went straight out, stepped on the threshold, went down the steps, and came to the open space in front of the hall. He stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said lightly: "All of you guys are out."

A long laugh sounded from the top of the main hall, "Yang Xian of Confucianism, indeed extraordinary!"

Yang Xian stood there without looking back, and said softly: "Come on the name!"

The man on the top of the hall chanted wildly, "The truth of the great way has been passed down from ancient times." As soon as this man finished speaking, someone chanted on the wall of the east: "There were rules and squares." Before the man finished speaking, someone sang in the west: "There are all things in one way," and someone sang in the south: "How can unreasonable be the blue sky?" Then someone sang in the southeast corner: "There is no desire to purify the heart," and someone sang in the southwest corner: "The qi is born in the chest and said Haoran."

Hearing the six people chanted in six directions one after another, Yang Xian smiled and said, "Is it because Zhongzhou Bayi has arrived? Why are there only you six, and the other two?"

As soon as he asked this, someone chanted, "Take off the green grass in my heart," then another person walked slowly to Yang Xian along the bluestone path, and chanted with the other seven people: "Full body and calm body and mind and calm!"

After pronunciating the eight sentences, eight white-clothed scholars appeared from eight directions and walked slowly towards Yang Xian.

These eight people are all in their fifties, tall and short, fat and thin, but no matter they are tall and short, they are always calm when walking. Some fall down gently from the top of the hall, some step slowly from the wall, and some walk slowly in the grass.

Although these eight people have different appearances, they all have a craftsmanship. In terms of momentum, they are no less than Ouyang Wenzhong.

You should know that Ouyang Wenzhong is one of the few masters of the Confucian sect. If these eight people are not inferior to Ouyang Wenzhong in terms of momentum, they will be eight martial arts masters!

Now there are only one hundred people in the world who can reach the realm of a martial arts master, but now there are eight of them at once. This is really a matter of extraordinary.

These eight people had arrived at Yang Xian in a flash and surrounded Yang Xian in eight directions. One of the long-bearded old men clasped their fists and saluted: "Zhongzhou Wang Xiao and seven brothers greet Master Yang!"

The old man's face was clear and his eyes were clear. Five strands of long beards floated on his chest, his waist was covered with a long sword, and his white clothes were as white as snow. At this time, he stood in front of Yang Xian, and a clear air naturally emanated from his body, like an ancient pine tree.

"You are Wang Xiao?"

Yang Xian glanced at the old man, then glanced at the rest of the people around him, and smiled and said, "The Eight Rights of Zhongzhou, filial piety, brotherhood, loyalty, righteousness, courtesy, righteousness, integrity, shame! I have heard of the eight great names for a long time, and I have seen them today, and it is indeed worthy of their reputation!"

He asked in confusion: "Zhongzhou is at least 90,000 miles away from Qingzhou. Judging from the expressions of the eight people, it seems that they are here specifically for me. I wonder how you can cross such a long distance to Qingyang Mansion in just a few days?"

Wang Xiao chuckled softly and said, "The Lord Yang doesn't know that I have raised a flying eagle in Zhongzhou in Dazhou. This eagle can fly with people. A day, thousands of miles a day, my eight brothers come to Qingyang Mansion to ride this flying eagle."

He said to Yang Xian: "It's a coincidence that my eight brothers just arrived in Qingyang yesterday, and today the leader of the Yang Sect came, which shows the mystery of the world."

Yang Xian nodded, "Excellent!"

I don’t know if he said it was a great eagle or the eight people were amazing.

Wang Xiao smiled slightly and said, "What's so amazing about my eight brothers? It's really amazing to have a man who has become a master of martial arts in his twelve years old like Master Yang!"

After this person appeared, he looked neither humble nor arrogant. He neither showed any contempt for Yang Xian nor showed any fear. He just communicated with Yang Xian normally, just like a normal conversation between acquaintances, with a calm expression and natural tone far superior to Ouyang Wenzhong.

While Wang Xiao was speaking, the other seven people didn't say a word, but just stared at Yang Xian's body and remained motionless.

These eight people have been famous for many years, and have been in the dynasty for decades. They are very famous throughout the Neo-Confucian lineage.

As the leader of the Confucian sect, Yang Xian has always been concerned about figures from the Neo-Confucian lineage. He just heard the poems of eight people and then learned about the identities of eight people.

He didn't expect that after learning about his news, the Neo-Confucian lineage responded so quickly. He first sent the Tianlei Tribe to Yaoshan to block people, and now he sent Bayi Zhongzhou to deal with him thousands of miles away. Compared to saving the victims of Qingzhou, their actions against him were really shockingly quick.

Yang Xian glanced at Wang Xiao, "Eight people are here, don't you know what advice?"

Wang Xiao whispered: "I dare not take the advice. When I waited for it, my sect leader just asked me to ask Master Yang for something for him."

Yang Xian raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do he want?"
Chapter completed!