Confucius looked at the fiery Confucianism and Legalists, and hurried to Huaxia University, and Li Kui and the others followed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, some travelers from the Wanjielou who are not of the three religions and nine streams are looking at some Confucian grandmasters and Legalist grandmasters on the screen with some complicated expressions.

They don't know how to face the celebrities who were originally in their minds.

Just like Yue Buqun, these martial arts people, before they entered the Wanjie Tower, they respected and revered Mencius, Shang Ying, Han Feizi, and other sages of the hundred schools.

However, after entering the Ten Thousand Realms Tower, it is easier to gain the respect of others if he is strong.

But Confucius, Lao Tzu, and Guiguzi are not very strong at all.

Compared with Yue Buqun and these people who came in early, there is still a bit of a gap.

makes them feel very conflicted about the attitude of these hundred sages.

At this time, the monk Yuanzhen was also nervous in his heart, behind him, there were about twenty monks from Shaolin Temple, but they were all young monks.

Some of the older monks were deliberately avoided by him.

The young little monks are easy to fool, but those old monks, each of them is not an old treacherous and cunning, and the city government is extremely deep, and the Yuanzhen monk is not sure to encourage them at all.

The little monks who can travel to the Ten Thousand Worlds have an extraordinary identity.

They are either the personal disciples of the first seat of the Shaolin Temple, or the personal disciples of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

The more ordinary and weak the Shaolin Temple disciples looked, the deeper their background became.

"It's them, I'll reason with them." Monk Yuanzhen looked solemn and casually pointed to a few Confucian disciples in the battle.

The other little monks of Shaolin Temple agreed, Master Yuanzhen was really a monk.

Being beaten like that, you can still be forgiving and forgiving.

However, the little monk of the Yuanzhen Shaolin Temple was already angry in the heart of the Yuanzhen monk, and he did not hesitate to rush into the warring crowd and hit the disciples of Confucianism.

As soon as a few young monks entered the combat zone, they were beaten on the head and bled out.

The characteristics of the bald head are too obvious, and there is no need to worry about hitting the wrong person at all.

Moreover, the disciples of the hundred schools did not think much of the monks of Shaolin Temple at all, and even faintly rejected them.

Monk Yuanzhen looked sad and angry, and rushed into the war zone, but his heart blossomed.

Now that the grandmaster of the Legalist family goes to sue again, I am afraid that no one will believe the senior monks of Shaolin Temple at all.

Monk Yuanzhen did not change hands at all, and looked like a disciple of Confucianism and Legalism.

The other little monks who were still hesitating, seeing the miserable appearance of the little monk and the Yuanzhen monk being beaten, also rushed into the battle zone.

The battle between Confucianism and Legalism is still somewhat spared.

Because, the relationship between the two sides has long passed with the passage of time, you have me, I have you.

The most ferocious fight between the two sides was the personal disciples of Mencius and Xunzi.

But the monks of Shaolin Temple joined differently.

Whether it is a supporter of the theory of sexual goodness or a supporter of the theory of sexual evil, it is not known which side the Shaolin Temple supports.

And these little monks in Shaolin Temple didn't see clearly who the Yuanzhen monk was referring to.

When they saw that someone was attacking them, these little monks fought back.

As a result, both the supporters of the theory of sexual goodness and the supporters of the theory of sexual evil all hit the monks around them.

Soon, one by one, the little monks were beaten with blue noses and swollen faces, and even several of their faces were trampled on shoe prints.

Some of the monks who watched through the big screen were immediately angry.

"Isn't that front tooth knocked out the abbot's favorite little disciple?"

"The one with three shoe prints on his face, isn't he the nephew of the head of the Dharma Hall?"

"The one who was beaten on his head one by one, isn't it the son of the head of the Discipline Hall before he left home?"

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One by one, the senior monks of Shaolin Temple rushed towards Huaxia University.

Whether it is the abbot or the first one, it is the real power of the Shaolin Temple.

If they find that they see and do not save them, they may have a hard time in the future.

Confucius, who rushed to Huaxia University, looked anxious, this is no longer a contradiction within Confucianism.

Now there are Legalists and Buddhism, two powerful forces, fighting with Confucianism.

Coupled with the internal contradictions of Confucianism, Confucius felt that his head was big for a while.

"The four ancestors of Buddhism, Daoxin, have been beaten!"

Zhou Yang stood in the crowd outside, looking playful.

These Confucian and Legalist disciples, in addition to attacking the other side of the debate, will hit the bald head as soon as they see it.

The height of the Fourth Ancestor Daoxin was not high, and he had a public face, and he wanted to go to stop the fight.

As a result, a Confucian disciple who was beaten into a panda eye by a Buddhist disciple saw a bald head in front of him in a daze, and as soon as he pressed the bald head of the fourth ancestor Daoxin, he beat it violently.

Seeing that the Fourth Patriarch Daoxin was beaten so miserably, some monks who believed that their Buddhism was profound could no longer be calm and entered it one after another

"Everyone is quiet, there is something to discuss, no matter what point of view, you should seek common ground while reserving differences・・・・・・" Confucius was a little out of breath, stopped outside the room, breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly.

Fortunately, the situation is under control now.

But before he finished speaking, he was pressed under him by the two Shaolin Temple monks who flew away.

Nima! Nima! Nima! ・・・・・・・

Some Confucius, who was found by Confucian disciples to be pressed under him by the monks of Shaolin Temple, were immediately angry.

The abbot of Xuanci, who was coming out of the supermarket, was holding a few crystal jade Buddhas with a smile on his face, and he could take them back as the treasure of Shaolin Temple.

"Bang!"

Several Confucian disciples silently pounced towards the abbot of Xuanci and pressed the abbot under him.

As a heavyweight of Shaolin Temple, the sweeping monk was chased and beaten by dozens of Confucian disciples.

The sweeping monk relied on his strong light skills to finally get rid of all the Confucian disciples.

Zhuangzi and Yuan Tiangang were sipping a cup of Pu'er tea, leisurely looking at the screen, the Confucianism, Legalism and Shaolin Temple that were constantly fighting.

"It's wonderful!" Yuan Tiangang forced a smile, especially when he saw that Confucius was pressed under him by a few little monks from the Shaolin Temple.

Zhuangzi on the side shook his head.

"Bang!"

Before Zhuangzi could react, he was kicked to the ground.

"It's these scholars, beat our abbot of Shaolin Temple, call me." The first seat of a Dharma Hall in Shaolin Temple quietly lurked behind Zhuangzi, kicked him to the ground, and said loudly to the monks of Shaolin Temple behind him.

"Call someone! Call people! Hurry up! Zhuangzi only let out a terrible scream, and was beaten by the monks of Shaolin Temple.

Yuan Tiangang on the side looked at the miserable Zhuangzi, and hurriedly pulled out a signal flare from his arms and radiated it to the sky.

In just a minute, dozens of Taoists arrived, some flying in the air, some flying with swords, and some jumping on the building, coming quickly.

After a while, more than a dozen Shaolin Temple monks were surrounded.

"Save Zhuangzi!" Yuan Tiangang, who was beaten by the three of them, pointed to Zhuangzi, who was beaten first, and said anxiously.

The clothes on Zhuangzi's body were more casual, similar to the Confucian robes, and they were the focus of those Shaolin Temple monks.

Other Taoist heirs were shocked, Zhuangzi was the second-in-command of Taoism.

Even their second-in-command dared to fight, and one by one they hit the monks of Shaolin Temple with an angry face.

"Bang! Hit me hard! It is these monks who lead the cultivation to fight the Dong Master. A Confucian disciple kicked Jesus to the ground from behind, and these sinister monks actually stepped on Dong Zhongshu's face.

After the fight, I found that something was wrong, although the clothes were a bit similar, but it seemed that the Indian monk had short hair, and he was not Caucasian.

"They're all beaten, count them unlucky!" The Confucian disciple shook his head, not even looking at the fact that he had kicked him to the ground.

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! ・・・・・・Are you alright? The two disciples of Jesus trembled, and when they saw a group of Confucian disciples leave, they dared to get up from the ground.

Looking at the two front teeth that fell to the ground, these scholars, too ruthless, go back and let the church send a crusade to destroy the country of these scholars.

Zhou Yang did not stop these big battles, as long as no one died, they would fight as much as they liked.

However, the scope of the impact was somewhat beyond Zhou Yang's expectations.

From the final infighting between Confucianists, it gradually spread, and the scope became larger and larger.

From Legalism to Buddhism, to Taoism, and even Yue Buqun, who was wearing Confucian robes, was blackened by ****** religion.

The battle lasted for two hours, and under the protection of the disciples of each faction, the leaders of the hundred families who were 'seriously injured' were carried to the big hotel where they lived.

Everyone looked around nervously, for fear that around the corner, a black gun would come out.

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Add !! to 'Residual Blood 123' (To be continued.) )