Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but condense, he and this great Confucian had never met, let alone intersected. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I didn't expect this great Confucian to take the opportunity to beat him lightly or heavily.

The great Confucian Chen Jiuzhang was also looking at Situ Xing, with a look of jealousy in his eyes.

I think that when he was his age, he was still hanging from the head of Bailu Academy, taper and stabbing strands, studying hard behind closed doors, and he was not worth it.

At the same age, Situ was famous all over the world, and was named a town by the king.

It is impossible to say that there is no jealousy in the heart.

But the two have never intersected, even if Chen Jiuzhang has more dissatisfaction in his heart, there is no way to vent it.

Here today, in this case, I happened to meet Si Tu Jiao. Hearing the discussion of the people below, he naturally couldn't help but beat a few words of lessons.

Not all ghosts and gods are so weak, there are about hundreds of strong ghosts and gods who fled out in embarrassment, although their bodies seem to be burned by the sun, giving birth to some brown spots, but it is not too much damage to them, as long as they rest for a few days can recover.

"Not good!"

Looking at the ghosts and gods who were about to rush out of the scope of Haoran's righteousness, King Chengjun's face couldn't help but change greatly, and he subconsciously looked at Chen Jiuzhang with his eyes.

I hope he is reciting Mencius.

But Chen Jiuzhang knows that in order to urge the righteousness in "Mencius", most of his literary spirit has been consumed.

If you want to push it once, it's impossible.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiuzhang's face couldn't help but have a wry smile.

King Chengjun's face suddenly turned pale.

The escape of these demon gods will inevitably cause chaos, and even he will be reprimanded by the king of men. It was a big blow to his prestige.

"If you want to run, how can it be so easy?"

The martial arts saint stepped into the air, his eyes slightly closed, and a piece of military scripture suddenly surged out of his heart.

The ancients said: If you catch a thief, you must close the door, not because you are afraid of your escape, but because you are afraid of your escape, you will be rewarded by others. Thieves, strange soldiers, and rangers, so those who work for me are also. Wu Zi said: "Today, a dead thief is lying in the mine, and thousands of people are chasing him, and he will not look down on the wolf." Who? Fear that it will break out and harm itself. It is because people throw their lives and are afraid of thousands of people. "Those who chase thieves will have a chance to escape, and they will fight to the death, and if they cut off their way, they will be captured. Therefore, the small enemy will be trapped, and if he can't, he can let it go.

The fist, which looked like a white jade carving, suddenly burst out with supreme strength and unpredictable fist intent.

"Close the door and catch the thief!"

I saw that four huge city gate phantoms suddenly appeared in the air.

The fleeing ghost gate was blocked, and his body couldn't help but stop.

The Martial Saint's fist was like a heavy cannon, indescribably heavy. The air around him burst suddenly, and it was instantly drained, forming a vacuum.

After a while, the surrounding air backfilled, forming a wind dragon.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The ghosts and gods who were blocked in their way fought back frantically, although they were pure yin lands, they were afraid of the blazing qi and blood of the martial arts saints.

But the power that comes together and forms is also very terrifying.

What's more, most of them are natural spirits, or they have been worshipped for a long time and have developed spiritual intelligence, and they have all kinds of innate supernatural powers. The means are surprisingly weird.

The fists of the martial saints and the supernatural powers of the ghosts and gods collided together. A shock wave visible to the naked eye was formed, whether it was a house, a city wall, or a boulder, as long as it was affected, it instantly turned into pieces.

Several ghosts and gods were hit by the shockwave, as if they had been hit by a heavy truck, and flew upside down in an instant.

"Swift as the wind,"

Everyone felt the earth shake, and even the mountains in the distance were affected by this huge force.

"Its speed is like the wind, its speed is like a forest, aggression is like fire, it is not moving like a mountain, it is difficult to know like a yin, and it is like a thunderbolt!"

The Martial Dao Sage looked at the ghosts and gods as if they were trapped beasts, and burst out with amazing combat power. Not daring to be careless, his eyes were gloomy, and his fist stretched out, revealing four well-trained armies in the Heaven and Earth Fist Intent.

However, the banner of these armies is not a big officer, but also the name of a general. It's a "wind forest wildfire".

These four words are taken from the military classic "The Art of War".

It is as fast as the wind: the army moves as fast as the wind.

Its Xu Rulin: When the army moves slowly, it is like a strict forest, solemn and quiet.

Plunder like fire: When attacking the enemy, it is like a fire, and it is fierce.

Immovable as a mountain: When the troops are stationed, they are like mountains, unshakable.

Difficult to know as cloudy: when hidden, it is like a cloudy cloud covering the sky and not seeing the sun, moon and stars.

Move like thunder: Action, like a thunderbolt, brave and swift, so that the enemy has no way to retreat.

The attainments of the martial arts saint in the military family have not yet been perfected, and "difficult to know is like yin, and movement is like thunder" has not yet been comprehended. Otherwise, six armies of different shapes would appear in his fist intent .

Boom!

Everyone heard a loud bang, and black marks suddenly appeared in the space. The ghosts and gods who could compete with the martial arts saints just now were like bowling balls, and they were instantly knocked away.

A slight crack appeared on the body of the ghost god, and the crack grew bigger and bigger in the shocked eyes of the ghost god, like broken porcelain, which instantly turned into a pile of fragments.

There are also ghosts and gods who are infested by fist intent, or swept into pieces by the wind, or killed by the impact of trees, or burned to ashes by fire, and still others are suppressed by giant mountains.

"It's just too powerful. ”

"If this king can command the martial arts saints, who else can compete in this country?"

Looking like a war machine, the tired martial arts saint who didn't know it, King Chengjun's eyes couldn't help but shoot a bright light. However, this light was quickly extinguished.

Because the martial arts saint is certainly in Beijun, but it is not something he can command.

The only one who can drive the martial arts saint is when Emperor Ziqian is today.

Even if he is the youngest and most favored son of Emperor Qian, he has no right to mobilize a martial arts saint.

Thinking of this, King Chengjun couldn't help clenching his fists and secretly swore in his heart that one day, he would definitely ascend the throne and become the king of a generation.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Seeing the martial arts saint exerting his might, the army led by King Chengjun also let out bursts of cheers. More soldiers had a hopeful sparkle in their eyes.

The martial arts saint is so strong.

Even if he has one percent of his strength, he can make a name for himself.

One in a thousand, that's fine!

Stimulated by the martial arts saints, many soldiers secretly swore in their hearts that they must practice martial arts diligently. Make yourself stronger.

"Martial Dao Saint Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The civilians standing on the street also let out bursts of cheers when they saw the martial arts saint showing great might. Some people even took the opportunity to educate their children.

"Wendang is like Mr. Chen, Wudang is like a saint!"

The kid glanced at the martial arts saint standing in the air, and then at Situ Xing, who was a little embarrassed. asked with a naïve face:

"But yesterday you asked me to learn Situ Zhenguo. In the year of the weak crown, it will be famous all over the world!"

The adult was a little embarrassed by the question, and said in shame:

"What can those poems and songs do except for the wind and snow? Or is Mr. Chen right, the eight strands of articles are the foundation of the reader. ”

"Poetry is a trail after all, and it is not enough to rely on!"

The child nodded as if he didn't understand, obviously not understanding what his parents said.

Chen Jiuzhang, a great Confucian standing in the air, stroked his beard with a smile on his face. And looked at Situ with a provocative gaze.

However, the face of the Martial Dao Saint was surprisingly gloomy, because although his fist had killed most of the ghosts and gods, the most powerful hundreds of ghosts and gods were not injured at all, and they flew away into the distance like meteors.

"The world is in chaos from now on!"

The martial arts saint's eyes were misty, and his voice said sadly.

Situ Xing stood there with a gloomy face, because his luck had been hit hard like never before.

When the great Confucian Chen Jiuzhang belittled and suppressed him, a big stick suddenly appeared in the air and hit Situ Xing's luck hard. Although there was a copper plate to suppress the luck, it still suffered a lot of damage.

And the people were guided by Chen Jiuzhang, and they also had a lot of whispers about Situ's punishment, and everyone was full of gold!

This is the state of the sentence now.

That's why his luck is so sluggish.

And he knows that this phenomenon will continue, and if he can't recover the decline, I'm afraid that the stigma of this "drill camp trail" will stay with him for the rest of his life.

"It's vicious!"

Situ Xing looked at Chen Jiuzhang standing in the air, and there was no respect on his face. There was a bit of a cold color in his eyes.

"Stop them!"

"Don't let them break out of North County!"

"Otherwise, there will be more troubles in the world!"

King Chengjun looked at the escaped ghosts, his face was anxious, and he roared loudly.

"Those who can prevent ghosts and gods from escaping, the lone king has a lot of rewards!"

The great Confucian Chen Jiuzhang felt the eyes of King Chengjun's hope, and his eyes couldn't help but dodge a little.

The martial arts saint standing in the air also looked helpless. Although he is a saint, he has not yet left the category of human beings.

Manpower is sometimes exhausted!

The other generals also lowered their heads in shame when they felt the gaze of King Chengjun, with a helpless face.

"Providence cannot be violated!"

"Lord Wang, this is the will of heaven, and it cannot be changed by man. ”

Chen Jiuzhang looked at the ghosts and gods who were about to break through the scope of Haoran's righteous qi, and said helplessly.

"Your Highness, your ministers have done their best. ”

King Chengjun stood there with a gloomy face, he naturally understood that Chen Jiuzhang was telling the truth. But what is happening today is because of the commands of his servants. And the North County is also his fiefdom.

The legal net is wide open, and he can escape from ghosts and gods, whether it is public or private, he cannot escape the responsibility.

Although it will not be abolished, the king of people will definitely issue an edict to apply for the throne, if the prince falls into the well, he will not hurt his muscles or bones or lose a lot of benefits.

Thinking of this, King Chengjun's eyes became more and more unkind when he looked at Situ Xing.

Today's incident, of course, is the collusion between the Hu Guan and the sect, and it also has a certain relationship with Situ Xing. Thinking of this, it is inevitable that I will be a little angry.

"Situ Xing, you enjoy the honor of the town, and naturally you have the responsibility of the town. ”

"The escape of the demon god is a great disaster for the country and the people, and you naturally have the responsibility of Jingbian as a town. If you can't give an explanation to Lone today. Gu will definitely write a letter and ask the king to depose you from the position of town. ”

Situ Xing looked at King Chengjun's gloomy face, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing a sincere smile, and said with a relaxed face:

"What's so hard about this ... ”

Everyone looked at Si Tuxing, who was full of relaxation and bamboo in his chest, and his face suddenly showed a look of disbelief.

Chen Jiuzhang, who was standing in the air, was also shocked, looking at Situ Xing, who was holding Zhizhu, his eyes couldn't help but show suspicion.

How is this possible? Even if Hongru is here, he is not so sure!

Maybe only a demi-saint can be so confident, right?