Lu Fan knew that Chen Beixun would cause trouble.

However, I didn't expect that Chen Beixun would use such a... stupid method.

It made him feel a little bored.

Taking Zuichen Pavilion as the guide, the many romantic personality of Confucian scholars aroused the indignation of the scholars. They pointed at Lu Fan and tried to destroy his mind and attacked his heart.

If Lu Fan had a leg disease and had a not-stable mentality, he might have been cheated by Chen Beixun and his spirit would be depressed.

Unfortunately, Lu Fan is no longer the Lu Fan of the past.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan slowly straightened his waist, and the breeze blew a strand of hair hanging down on his forehead and fluttered.

Flower boats floated on the lake, and scholars with long robes were holding their hands behind their backs, looking at the fishing boats coldly and arrogantly.

They are eloquent, and their spirits last forever.

Because of the national teacher in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Confucianism and Confucianism were the most important.

Buzz...

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

With the scolding of these Confucian scholars, the smoke on the lake began to slowly linger and turned into a whirlpool.

Nie Changqing pressed the pig-killing knife with his palm, guarding Lu Fan's side, and his face gradually became solemn.

Lu Fan looked at the smoke that turned into a whirlpool and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Confucianism emphasizes 'qi', which is different from spiritual energy. They emphasize the righteousness in their hearts."

"There is a great scholar who can give up a million troops with just one word. Although it is exaggerated, it means that the Confucian scholar Haoranqi."

"The spirit is invisible, but the energy is invisible."

Nie Changqing looked at the whirlpool of smoke formed by the many Confucian scholars, as if there was an invisible air flow, and his voice was hoarse.

"Aura can kill people invisibly."

Nie Changqing raised the pig-killing knife.

"The three major means that the various schools of thought are well-known to the world, the Mohist government city, the Confucianism and the Yin-Yang family's dream killing technique..."

"Haoranqi is one of the reasons why Confucianism can stand at the forefront of all schools of thought."

"Of course, these scholars are much worse than real Confucian scholars..."

Nie Changqing's words made Lu Fan nod slightly.

The whirlpool of smoke on his head made his skin feel a little oppressed, but... this kind of oppression is much weaker than the spiritual pressure of a practitioner.

"It's a bit mysterious."

Lu Fan seemed to be smiling, but he underestimated the low-mart continent.

"what to do?"

Nie Changqing pressed his sword and asked Lu Fan.

"Young master, I will kill them and kill them."

Ning Zhao looked like cold frost and said, "It is impossible to win the theory when he argues with these people."

"You cannot kill them. These Confucian scholars are all fame and fortune... They represent students of the national teacher."

"Besides, even if you have spiritual energy, you may not be able to kill the great energy condensed by hundreds of Confucian scholars with just a sound of a sound."

After all, Nie Changqing comes from the Daozong, so he obviously knows more than Ning Zhao.

"I can't scold you, but I can't kill you... Isn't this a rogue?!"

"Warriors become masters, and they still have to suffer this crime?"

Ningzhao's airway.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smiled, and patted Ning Zhao's slender, weak and boneless waist.

"I have a good temper, but it doesn't mean they can step on top of my head and pose."

"Old Nie."

Lu Fan glanced at twenty or thirty continuous flower boats, with a playful corner of his mouth.

"kill."

Only those of the same level can reason with people of the same level, not at the same level, let’s talk about it if they are crushed.

boom!

At the moment when Lu Fan's word "kill" was exited, Nie Changqing's eyes suddenly lit up, as if flames were burning in his pupils, and a ray of spiritual energy was mobilized from the Qi Pill.

The blood and blood on his body boiled, and six consecutive sounds exploded in his ears and roared.

Nie Changqing did not advise Lu Fan. He had already said what he should have said, but Lu Fan still made this decision.

Since that's the case, then he can execute it.

In fact...

Nie Changqing was also very frustrated.

Confucian scholars rely on just one mouth to suppress the martial masters who worked hard to train and move blood.

Why?

So what about the hundreds of Confucian scholars?

So what about Haoran’s righteousness?

Today, Nie Changqing, he was about to cut out his heart with one knife!

On the fishing boat, the old man had already hid in the cabin.

The boat was placed on the stern.

Nie Changqing jumped up and grabbed the boat pole. He used his arm to force it, and the boat pole was immediately thrown out like a javelin.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife in his hand, stepped on it with force, and the hull sank. The next moment, Nie Changqing's body had already bounced out.

Bang!

The bamboo pole and the boat pole were slung across the water, and a slender boat pole was drifting.

Nie Changqing fell down and pointed his toes on the surface of the boat oar that was only three fingers wide.

It actually slid out like this.

The common clothes on Nie Changqing were clamoring.

Holding the Pig Killing Knife with one hand.

Sliding on the lake surface on a bamboo pole.

"A martial artist! Bold!"

"Young Master Lu, dare to instigate his subordinates to swing their swords at us?"

"We have the fame and honor of the imperial court, and we must be honored with the national teacher!"

On the flower boat.

Three Confucian scholars stood on the bow of the boat and saw Nie Changqing holding a pig's knife in his hand. They were coming in a fierce manner. They immediately glared and shouted.

It seemed as if the wind was blowing, blowing their long gowns, pressing on their bodies, outlining their bodies.

The smoke entrenched into a vortex, and the great gas formed its own.

Nie Changqing slid on the boat pole, but the more he reached, the harder it was to slide forward.

The Confucian scholars on the flower boat were eloquent, and every word was written as a gem.

There seemed to be a mysterious aura between the world, which made the boiling blood and blood in Nie Changqing's body begin to become cold and silent.

On the fishing boat.

Lu Fan looked at him with great interest.

This is the most fantastic scene he has seen in this world so far.

The scholar Haoranqi still has something...

In fact, Haoranqi has no lethality, mainly a psychological and momentum shock.

Lu Fan's eyes flashed, and he was thinking, what effect would it have if Haoranqi and spiritual energy were combined?

Spiritual energy has lethality, and Haoranqi has deterrence.

Can Haoranqi, which combines spiritual energy, truly suppress millions of troops in one go?

After drinking, the evil demons were wiped out?

The more Lu Fan thought about it, the more interesting it became.

If you can suppress a million troops in one go, it will feel a little fantastic. The Haoran Qi in front of you that suppresses Nie Changqing can only be called a trick.
To be continued...