After waiting for everyone to leave, the bachelor separated from the miscellaneous apprentices and came to Fengge, staring at Fengge, anger seemed to erupt from his eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He was on duty today, verifying the proof of the visitor at the door, he should have been casual and ordinary, but he ran into big trouble. First, an apprentice flew out of the door inexplicably, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Immediately after that, there was another scream in the hall, needless to say, something was wrong.

What kind of place is Tongwenguan? The holy land of the world, with a transcendent status. When you come here, you have to coil even if it's a dragon, and you have to lie on your stomach if it's a tiger. Even if Emperor Yu came here, he had to take the guard of honor from the beginning of the archway, walked in, and was very respectful to the old scholars inside, the famous people were very respectful, and I had never heard of anyone daring to come to make trouble in the past hundred years.

"Dare to go wild here, you, very good, very good------" The bachelor was a little incoherent with anger, "I didn't go wild, the rules are reading, he came to find fault." Feng Ge replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, and raised his hand to the apprentice. The bachelor's nose was crooked, and he dared to quibble, and he was fearless, and he turned the sky upside down!"Arrest it!" The bachelor forgot his bearing and roared.

The two miscellaneous servants on the outer layer rushed over and shot at Fengge like lightning. Lock the throat, buckle the shoulders, and grasp the chest, this can be endured, and the mud horse still wants to pull the old paper's hair and slap the old paper's face, it's too vicious! Fengge is very angry, and the consequences are very serious. The crowd saw the two handymen who had just rushed over, flying backwards in a terrible scream, and smashed down the people surrounding them. The bachelor bore the brunt of the blow, and was knocked to the ground, spitting blood and moaning in pain, and the two miscellaneous servants who shot out were even more miserable, their heads swollen like pigs' heads, and they were convulsed on the ground with blood, and their hands were limp together, and they were abolished.

"Who else wants to do it!" Feng Ge said coldly, his eyes scanning everyone, startling everyone to retreat far away. Feng Ge scolded angrily: "This is the so-called Tongwen Pavilion? I think my mother is a den of bandits, extremely vicious, extortion, is there any heavenly principle? Is there any law? Who is the curator? Don't hide in a dark corner, come out and make a show! Take two steps! See what kind of virtue you are!"

This angry scolding is unprecedented in the history of Tongwenguan. Everyone in the hall stood stunned on the spot, and the bachelor lying on the ground seemed to forget the pain, and muttered: "You are finished, your whole family is finished, and your master is finished." "Dare to curse me!" Feng Ge lost his temper, grabbed the book on the table and smashed it, and with a bang, the bachelor passed out directly, and there were bloody teeth all over the ground next to him.

"Mad dogs bark at the sky, grasshoppers shake trees, and ants crack the ground. A faint voice came from the attic, and then a young scholar slowly walked down the stairs, white-clothed Shengxue, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, holding a book in his left hand and his right hand behind his back, elegant and dusty. The scholar stood still on the stairs, "Report your name, family, and teacher, and whoever recommended you, I will go to see which family and which one to raise you as a vulgar villain." The scholar turned a blind eye to the scene in the hall, and said it lightly, but it contained a momentum that could not be violated.

Feng Ge, who had been sitting at the desk, slowly stood up, his face covered with frost. This scholar's words have touched his bottom line. Heaven, earth, king, pro, teacher, the first three Fengge didn't feel it, but he took it very seriously, and he couldn't blaspheme, he could scold him, scold his relatives and teacher, and it was intolerable. A strong invisible evil aura diffused from Feng Ge's body, and everyone in the hall was so pale that they fled quickly.

The evil spirit is not murderous, the latter is that as long as the murderous intent is moved, most people will show it. The evil qi has to go through countless life and death battles, and there are many killings, and it will slowly condense unconsciously, like incense, which is a kind of mysterious mental power. The heaviest evil qi in the mortal world is two types of people, butchers and battle-hardened soldiers, but the evil spirit revealed by Fengge is by no means comparable to these two types of people, he killed all monks, the number is so large, in the cultivation world of the Dayu Dynasty, it is absolutely unheard of.

The scholar, who was originally standing on the stairs, chic and calm, changed his face sharply. "Come here, I promise not to kill you. "The wind sings like ice. The book's face turned purple with anger, and he threw the book away, his spiritual power stirred, he pinched the trick and cast a spell, leaped over, and pointed out a finger in the air. No wonder he was so arrogant, he turned out to be a qi practitioner, and he was a guy who did not abide by the iron laws of immortals and did not disturb mortals, and was powerful and blessed in mortal dust.

Feng Ge punched out, without operating the aura, relying entirely on the power of the body. Casting spells in this place, Feng Ge still has some scruples, and then a qi practitioner, the strength of the flesh is enough, and then he casts spells, which is too elevating him. As soon as the scholar pointed out, a faint finger shadow was formed, and he pressed Feng Ge's forehead, but was scattered by his fist. The scholar was shocked, and the fist was already coming, breaking his body-protecting spiritual strength and hitting him hard in the face.

The scholar was beaten upside down and flew a few feet, barely steadied himself, and was furious. The punch just now clearly did not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, but why was it so strong, and it easily broke his own exercises. The face was hot and painful, the mouth was salty, the scholar opened his mouth and vomited, and the blood was wrapped in two front teeth. "If you don't have a mouth, you're not as good as a yellow-mouthed child. Feng Ge said coldly, pressing towards the scholar step by step, but thinking in his heart about the magic technique that the scholar had just cast, how could he feel a little familiar.

The scholar roared, sacrificed the magic sword, cast a spell and pinched the trick, the magic sword flashed with spiritual light, and stabbed the wind song. It seems to be fast, but in Fengge's eyes, it is too slow. The book only felt a flower in front of him, and the magic sword that was about to pierce his chest was held in the other party's hand, "It's just, it's worth a few dollars, I want it." Feng Ge glanced at it a few times, and threw it into the ground casually, and the magic sword sank into the ground, leaving only the hilt outside.

Without waiting for the scholar to react, Feng Ge used a little force, jumped over and punched the scholar in the face again. Hitting people doesn't hit their faces, but Fengge is in a bad mood and picks his face to hit them. The scholar also let go, did not dodge or dodge, all the spiritual power was concentrated in his arm, and he slapped it out with one palm. The palm prints flashed red, and there were faint runes hidden in them, forming a seal shape. This scholar is smart and well-behaved in the sect, and is deeply liked by the elders, and has passed on some magic skills that should not be passed on, but as a result, he has developed a humble heart on the surface and arrogant in his heart.

The seal of life and death, the one in the middle will judge life and death, who will judge? Of course, it is the caster. The scholar hated the wind and sang to the extreme, and it was not enough to vent his anger if he was not executed. But they forgot that the elders who passed on this magic technique taught them earnestly, and they were cautious when using this method, and they judged life and death indiscriminately, and they would be punished by heaven.

The fists and palms are added, the roar echoes, and the strength is agitated. The scholar was even worse than last time, and he was beaten a few feet away and fell heavily to the ground. Struggling to his feet, his cloak scattered, the blood spurting red his white clothes, but there was a hideous and crazy smile on his face.