Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 389 I'm Scared, I'm Pretending
Her intuition told Fu Bo that Lan Xiaoli hadn't lied to him.

And the memories of the ancient times in his mind told him that the historian Lan would not lie.

The combination of the two gave Fu Bo a high degree of trust in Lan Xiaoli's words.

Immediately, he raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Jiang Wenhe expressionlessly.

He was waiting for an explanation from Jiang Wenhe.

"Oh, it seems that the historian Lan knows more than I imagined.

People say that Lan Shiguan's "Prime Historic Records" only records trivial things.

He also said that you are submissive, only remembering the emperor's affairs, and not entering the common people's door.

Now it seems that the world has been deceived by your weak appearance. "

Jiang Wenhe tsk-tsk praised.

But what he said seemed to tacitly agree that what Lan Xiaoli said was true.

In an instant, Forbe's eyes turned cold.

"What, do you want to kill someone with your eyes?" Jiang Wenhe looked at Uncle Fu in surprise, and folded his arms tremblingly: "I'm so scared."

Fu Bo didn't speak, but stood up from Wu Tianxiong, and continued to look at Jiang Wenhe coldly.

"According to your vulgar theory, if I harmed you in the previous life, I should pay you back in this life.

But"

Jiang Wenhe said, but suddenly laughed jokingly: "Then you have to kill me!"

While speaking, another group of Taoist priests came out of the Taoist temple.

Putting a human wall in front of Jiang Wenhe, staring at Uncle Fu covetously.

How many eagle dogs did Jiang Wenhe cultivate in the Taoist temple? !
"Come on, come on, hit me!

Slightly slightly! "

Jiang Wenhe, who was protected at the back, swung his hips and waist, and kept provoking, looking completely reassured and in need of a beating.

"Forbe, it's time for everyone to see why you are the first apostle."

Wu Tianxiong glanced at the confident Jiang Wenhe behind the crowd, and said expressionlessly.

Uncle Fu remained silent, but his body walked towards Jiang Wen and the Taoist priests in front of him.

"Be gentle, otherwise you will say that I, Jiang Wenhe, are bullying the old man."

Facing Uncle Fu's approach, Jiang Wenhe still had a playful smile on his face, with a strange look of yin and yang.

And those Taoist priests greeted Uncle Fu with a grim smile.

Especially the Taoist priest who walked in the front slapped Fu Bo's face casually.

But just as he stretched his hand halfway, it was pinched in mid-air by a skinny palm.

It was Forber's hand!

"Yo huh? Dare to fight back?"

The Taoist sneered, and was about to exert force with his hands.

Unexpectedly, Fu Bo was one step ahead of him.

Those skinny fingers squeezed hard between the fingers!
"what--"

After an earth-shattering scream, the Taoist's finger bones were cut off by Uncle Forcibly.

Dangling on the tiger's mouth, it was obviously useless.

He cried out in pain, howled, and backed up again and again until he bumped into Jiang Wenhe, almost knocking Jiang Wenhe down.

"waste!"

Jiang Wenhe kicked the Taoist priest whose hand bone was broken to the side, and pointed at Uncle Fu with gritted teeth: "I didn't expect that this old man still has something, you guys give it to me together!"

Needless to say, Jiang Wenhe, after seeing the tragic situation of the top bird, none of the other Taoist priests dared to go to Fubo for a one-on-one challenge.

Immediately, he surged up and swung his fists at Forbe.

Facing so many people attacking at the same time, Forber showed no fear on his face.

He just held out his skinny, callused hands.

But then, the screams didn't stop for a moment.

No matter who approached Fu Bo, he would inevitably end up with broken bones.

Fu Bo's ten fingers, like ten steel rods, forcibly smashed the bones of these Taoist priests.

It also shattered the courage in their hearts.

I don't know where to start, no one dared to approach Fu Bo anymore.

They all retreated again and again, with full fear in their eyes.

Because of this, there is a vacuum channel unconsciously between Fu Bo and Jiang Wenhe.

On the other hand, Jiang Wenhe's expression turned extremely ugly: "So this is the strength of the first apostle?!"

Among the eight elegant apostles of the Yongjie Sect, the number one of the first apostle is not just a number.

It represents the head of the Baya apostles, representing the absolute strength over the other seven apostles.

Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, camellia, the first apostle of Baya, and the apostle of Qin!
This piano is not a modern cello, nor is it a violin.

Not even harmonica and piano.

It was an ancient guqin that had already appeared in the Tongtian Dynasty era!

It's the banana leaf in the sunset, the guqin with strings!

Read it a hundred times and see for yourself.

The same applies to playing the guqin.

When one hand touches the strings on the Guqin thousands of times, one can not only understand the true meaning of playing, but also exercise the finger skills to a superb level.

Such hands can be used not only to play the piano, but also to kill people!
And Fu Bo, who inherited the memory of the first apostle, also inherited the flexibility of his fingers.

So it looks like ten fingers, but it is no less than ten sharp knives waving at the same time.

How can those Taoist priests stop it?
When Uncle Fu was less than two meters away from Jiang Wenhe, Jiang Wenhe put away his ugly expression and showed his signature smile: "You don't really think I'm afraid of you, do you?

I'm scared?

I pretend!
whee! "

Uncle Fu didn't hesitate at all, his fingers were like swords, and he stabbed at Jiang Wenhe's face fiercely!

"Humph!"

Facing the oncoming finger wind, Jiang Wenhe just sneered, and then threw out a palm, intending to face Uncle Fu's attack head on!
Surprisingly, he actually succeeded.

The palms and fingers collided with each other, and they were deadlocked in mid-air regardless of the outcome.

"Hmph!" Jiang Wenhe smiled triumphantly, but his smile was terrifying, "In my previous life, everyone thought I was just an alcoholic who was addicted to alcohol.

The tribe hates me, and the people hate me.

Above the court, all civil and military officials regard me as a demon, wishing to throw me into the eighteenth level of hell.

Since you dare not give me the name of God of War, how can you have the face to ask me to do that spy thing?
It's not that they thought I was an eyesore in Kyoto, so they found a reason to kick me overseas.

But I, Jiang Wenhe, couldn't swallow this breath!
How should I live, should be subject to the rules and regulations set by you.

Why do the sun and the moon shine, and why do the seasons change?
Between heaven and earth, why should it revolve around the Tongtian Dynasty?

We are all human beings, why would some people regard themselves as gods above the court?

At that time, I swore that if those guys wanted to be gods, then I, Jiang Wenhe, would personally destroy their altars!
I want to see with my own eyes, those guys in the hall kneel in the dust in front of me, kowtow to me and beg for mercy! "

"Boom—boom—"

It seemed that even the heavens were amazed by Jiang Wenhe's words, and there were several thunderclaps suddenly.

And everyone at the scene who heard these words fell into silence.

(End of this chapter)