The cultivators were suddenly furious.

The wine saint stood up with a big gourd and shouted, "Grandma's mouth!" Xiao Lao'er thought that it was the god-level forces of the Dongzhou Dao Domain who came. ”

"It's been a long time, but it's three, stinky loose cultivators begging all over the world!"

"Four, begging all over the world?" Dongzhou Rusheng's face was pale, and he shouted: "Who are you, keep your mouth clean!" ”

Next to him, the Dongzhou Dharma Sage General swept the scene with a contemptuous gaze, and said with a sneer: "Too desolate Confucian Sage, these scattered cultivators in the poor countryside don't have the courage to take on our challenge." ”

"That's why they used verbal insults to try to drive us away."

"That's it, a group of scattered cultivators who don't even dare to face the little dolls, what can they do, let's go."

The Taihuang Confucian Sage sneered: "What the Taiqing Fa Sage said is right, and the rumored Empress of the Holy Ruins is nothing more than that." ”

"Presumptuous!"

The cultivators were furious and stood up one after another.

"Empress, the old man applied to fight, and he wanted to meet these three people who spoke wildly!"

"Empress, the old man also applied to fight, and he must let these Xiaoxiao, who are above the top, know that we are very good!"

The three Dongzhou cultivators looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

The Dongzhou Buddha Sage stepped forward and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk, the Nash Buddha, the poor monk thinks that you garlic are not qualified to challenge us." ”

"Let you wait for the Buddha, the Tao, the Confucian master, come out and speak!"

"Buddhism, who is it, come out to compare with the poor monks!"

At this point, Nash Buddha's eyes narrowed, and his contemptuous gaze swept over the scene, and in particular, he focused his gaze on the body of the Buddha who was wearing a robe.

Can be in the next moment.

When Nash Buddha saw a figure, he suddenly turned pale with fright as if a mouse had seen a cat.

"Nash Buddha, what's wrong with you?" It's too ridiculous.

Nashfo's eyes widened, trembling all over, and he pointed to an old man sitting not far away, and said, "That, that, that......"

Too desolate Confucian Sage, Taiqing Fa Sage looked for words, and suddenly saw the old man, and the two of them also had their hair standing on end.

"Kasa Gate Master!?"

"Damn, why would the sect master of a god-level force appear in such a place where scattered cultivation gathers!?"

The master of the Ka Ye Sect slowly opened his eyes and sighed: "The poor monk is no longer the master of the Infinite Buddha Gate, and has been reduced to a casual cultivator. ”

Nashfo Saint panicked: "This is cheating! Two Taoist friends, this Buddha Dao, the poor monk is still not comparable. ”

The other two breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "It should be like this!" ”

The Empress of the Holy Ruins glanced at the two of them lightly: "I have not yet carried out the Tao of Confucianism, Confucianism, and Dharma. ”

"Since the three of you are not good, you can choose your opponent."

The Tai Desolate Confucian Sage sneered, raised his hand and pointed at Luo Fu: "You, come out!" ”

In the crowd, Luo Fu said: "Me? ”

The Taihuang Confucian Saint shouted: "It's you!" Come out! ”

Luo Fu looked calm, walked out of the crowd of scattered cultivators, and came to the Taihuang Confucian Sage.

At this moment, all the vicissitudes of cultivation were stunned.

However, after being stunned for a moment, all the vicissitudes of cultivation were scattered, and the collective laughed malice.

Even the Empress of the Holy Ruins looked at the three of them with strange expressions.

Seeing that everyone was laughing, the Confucian Saint said angrily, "You are laughing so much! ”

"The old man is not bullying the small, you Confucianism and Taoism are the ones who said it yourself, and you don't dare to face this son!"

"The old man is going to challenge this son, what's wrong?"

The cultivators looked at each other, and then, there was another evil laugh.

The Empress of the Holy Ruins straightened her attitude and said, "Luo Fu, people want to challenge you, take it." ”

Luo Fu glanced at the empress helplessly, and could only nod.

is too desolate and Confucian sage, seeing Luo Fu nodding in agreement, he immediately looked contemptuous: "Later life, you must be a prominent person, and those Confucian and Taoist cultivators are afraid of your sycophancy, and they will not compare with you." ”

"Hehe, but the old man wants to tear up your proud identity and let you understand the cruelty of the world!"

"Old man, I won't get used to you!"

Luo Fu nodded: "Okay." ”

The Confucian Saint of the Desolation stood with his hands in his hands: "The old man is proficient in thirty-five kinds of Confucianism, of which thirty-two have reached the sub-holy level, and the other three are as high as the holy level!" ”

After that, the Confucian Saint of the Taihuang Dynasty looked proud and swept his gaze over the cultivators.

The three kinds of Confucianism have reached the holy level!

This is indeed a very terrifying achievement, and it is no wonder that these three people can travel to the four regions and win consecutive battles.

He was too desolate to be a Confucian saint, extremely conceited about his attainments, and he was even more prepared to see their shocked and frightened expressions on the faces of the cultivators.

However, they were surprised to find that the cultivators did not react.

One by one, like "fools", indifferent.

It's strange, Xu is old man's attainments are beyond their cognition, and the Confucian saint frowned and thought so.

Immediately, the Confucian Sage of Taihuang no longer paid attention to the irrelevant scattered cultivation, and shot his gaze at Luo Fu: "You pick, which kind of Confucianism are you proficient in, the old man follows you." ”

Luo Fu thought for a while and said, "It's too desolate and extremely confucian. ”

The Confucian saint frowned: "What a ghost, the old man has never heard of it!" ”

Luo Fu said: "The origin of the creation of Confucianism. ”

The Taihuang Confucian Saint frowned: "I haven't heard of it!" ”

Luo Fu said: "Taicang oracle Confucianism. ”

The Confucian Saint was furious: "You don't want to talk nonsense, make up things that don't exist at all, and try to fool you out!" ”

"Since you are pretending to be stupid, then the old man will choose it himself!"

"The old man doesn't insult your low realm, and if he doesn't compare the power of Confucianism with you, he will compare the artistic conception of Confucianism with you!"

"Proverbs and Confucianism, can you?"

Luo Fu said: "Yes." ”

The Confucian Saint laughed angrily: "Speak wildly! Proverbs and Confucianism are the old man's saint-level Confucianism, how can you, a white-haired child, comprehend it? ”

Taiqing Fasheng sneered: "Since he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he was too desolate and sage, why should you let him." ”

"Give him a hard lesson and let him never forget!"

The Confucian Saint's eyes narrowed: "That's exactly what I mean!" ”

After saying that, the Confucian Saint took three steps back and faced Luo Fu.

He raised his right arm, pointed at Luo Fu, and shouted: "Proverbs and Confucianism! ”

Suddenly, a vast Confucianism spread.

All the casual cultivators present all changed their expressions slightly!

Under the influence of that proverb and Confucianism, it seems that everything in heaven and earth has changed.

Everything has a "word".

The sky, as if a big word "sky" appeared in the sky.

The earth is like a big word "earth" floating out of the void.

"Grass", "wood", "trees", "people" and so on!

All things are given meaning and expressed in words.

Immediately, the Confucian saint who was too desolate pointed at Luo Fu and shouted: "Holy level, two-word proverb!" ”

"Break the army!"

Suddenly!

In the vast night sky, a strong light suddenly split the night sky!

The light shot through the sky and reached the Holy Ruins Dojo.

In the midst of that light, a fierce general riding a war horse and holding a war knife suddenly appeared!

This fierce general fell from the sky, rushed out of the light, brandished his sword, let out an earth-shattering roar, and attacked Luo Fu.

Seeing this, the Taiqing Fa Sheng's face showed a look of approval: "The three of us have traveled through the Four Regions Scattered Cultivation Realm, and there are very few people who can master a single word of proverbs in this proverb. ”

"It's too barren and sage, but it can put the two-word proverbs at your fingertips, and its Confucianism is so strong that it has been perfected."

"Hehe, in this Canglan Scattered Cultivation Realm, I'm afraid they have never seen the two-character proverb, this time they should open their eyes."

In the next moment, all eyes looked towards Luo Fu.

On the other side, Luo Fu quietly watched the performance of the Confucian Sage.

When the general rushed out of the beam, he spoke faintly.

"Fighting in the sky, going to the army, there is a lot of blood everywhere."

"The wind is thundering, the heroes are surging, who can be compared?"

"Murderous indulgence, climb the ninefold, point to the sky and laugh at the sky!"

"People are like dragons, momentum is like rainbows, dare to call the world all clouds!"

……

Taiqing Fasheng, who had just finished praising the "two-character proverbs", was about to fly out of his eyes after hearing Luo Fu's series of sentences.

"How many words are there!"

"This kid is talking nonsense!"

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Taiqing Fasheng was in disbelief, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

But the next moment, he shut up.

But see that day, opened.

A sword light of millions of zhang divided the sky into two!

Sky Crack!

In the vast sky, the sound of sudden killing shook the sky!

Immediately after, countless golden lights spilled down from the gap in the sky, enveloping the entire Holy Ruins Dojo.

In that golden light, millions of divine soldiers and gods, with golden armor and divine horses under their crotches, fell from the sky.

They crossed the endless void, crossed the sky, and reached the dojo with great ferocity.

The fierce iron riders will crush the sky and crush the land!

The lonely "fierce general" of the Confucian Saint of the Wilderness stood in front of the millions of iron horsemen who were overwhelming, and in contrast, they were as small as ants, trembling.

In the next moment, countless divine soldiers and generals wielded swords, guns, swords, and axes.

The little "fierce general" who was alone was cut into meat puree and powder!

After that.

Luo Fu's face was calm, and his right hand pointed to the sky.

Millions of divine soldiers and generals returned to the sky with iron hooves and rushed into the gaps in the sky.

The next moment, the split sky slowly merged.

It's ridiculous and stupid.

It's too clear and stupid.

Nashfo was stupid.

Even the cultivators are stupid.

Luo Fu stood with his hands in his hands, standing opposite the Confucian Saint, his indifferent eyes raised slightly, but he didn't say a word.

It was too desolate and sage, trembling all over, and his face was pale.

On the side of Canglan Sanxiu, Haotian Sword Saint's pupils contracted: "Fortunately, this scene is just an artistic conception!" ”

"If Luo Xiaoyou's motto can exert substantial lethality like sword intent and sword intent, how terrifying it would be."

The Void Breaking Sword Saint said meaningfully: "Actually, it's okay. ”

"If Luo Xiaoyou's proverbs can be combined with the corresponding exercises, it will be able to exert this vast power."

"It's just that his current realm is not enough to support such an amazing proverbial Confucianism."

On the other hand, he is too absurd and knows more about this matter than anyone else.

He stared at Luo Fu with great trepidation, and his heart was shocked: If, if this son has the Immortal Dao Realm, even if it is only an Immortal Dao Realm, then with the Confucian meaning just now, wouldn't he be able to serve all the scattered cultivation in this Holy Ruins Dojo in one pot!?

"This, this, this ......" Tai Desolate Confucian Saint broke out in a cold sweat: "This is, what kind of Confucianism is this?" ”

"What kind of proverb is this!?"

"Who taught you this!"

"Who are you?"

"What kind of monster are you!"

"You are an immortal, you must be an immortal!"

At this point, the Taihuang Confucian Saint trembled in horror, his eyes rolled white, and he actually sat on the ground in fright, and stared at Luo Fu in horror, and retreated with panic with his hands and feet!

It was as if Luo Fu was a true immortal, even if he was too close, it would make him disappear.

A female disciple of the Holy Ruin glanced at the Confucian Saint sympathetically, and said next to the empress: "Master, they have really never seen the world. ”

"Look at us, we have long been numb from Luo Fu's shock, and we can still stand steadily."

"Also, what kind of Confucian saint is this, it's not good to pick anyone, but I just picked Luo Fu."

"If you don't come to this session, you have to come this time."

"Master, give them something to eat and send them away."

"Blame the poor thing."