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Chapter 302 Respect!

This old man is very strong, just sitting on the futon, without any movement, but giving people a kind of vast majesty, Confucianism, vast and unprovoked.

Not only that, in the guards of honor around this old man, every Confucian wearing a Confucian robe has a powerful aura fluctuation, and no one is powerful!

“The Confucian family? Your martial arts is not bad! It also gives me a familiar feeling. It seems that you have acquired the Confucianism of Confucianism. If you can use Taoism and Confucianism to this level, you can also be considered as Confucianism. The true story, he has eight or nine points of strength!”

The old butcher looked at the old man, but he still had an old-fashioned look, as if a senior viewed Junior.

You know, this old man, although he has a childlike appearance, is still eighty years old.

“Huh! After fighting for the emperor of Wen five thousand years ago, the master has had an epiphany. Realm of Confucianism and Taoism has improved greatly, and the strength has long surpassed you! Although I only inherited his old man’s strength of eight or ninety percent, but You, it is enough to regain the position of Emperor Wen!”

Kong Zhongli looked at the old butcher and said coldly.

In the Kyushu dynasty, civil and military coexisted, and the literati here were not like the weak scholars in the secular world.

The literati here cultivated the Four Books and Five Classics, discussed Taoism and Confucianism, and walked out of another unique Martial Dao. They used Confucianism to enter martial arts, and their strength was not weaker than those of martial arts!

The Confucian family was a big family of Confucianism and Taoism in the Kyushu dynasty. They were extremely powerful and powerful, only under the imperial family.

“Ha ha…..”

The old butcher smiled, but did not speak.

“Humph!”

Upon seeing this, Kong Zhongli had a feeling of being despised, and was furious. The spirit in his old eyes broke through the chaos and flickered. He suddenly stood up from the futon, and suddenly a ruler appeared in his hand, about three feet long, bursting out a vast white light. The light diffracted, turned into thirty feet, and pierced towards the old butcher.

“Confucianism to heaven!”

Kong Zhongli screamed, a terrifying force suddenly burst out of his body, swept the clouds above the sky, white light wafted into the sky, and even shocked the entire Kyushu dynasty, billions of borders, and countless powerful men raised their heads!

“Who is it? Let the ancestor-level existence of the Kong family take action?”

Some people were shocked, some were curious, and those who knew their origins more deeply changed their faces and rushed towards Yizhou.

And in Chishan Skyrim, the attack on the face gave incomparable coercion.

At the same time, the old butcher drew his knife out, a pig-killing knife that looked like an arch, flatly cut down, the light of the knife disappeared in an instant, and only one knife was left, traversing the world, which gathered countless Han Feng has never seen before. rune.

It was a Confucian rune, but a pig-killing knife showed great righteousness. The old butcher held a pig-killing knife in his hand, but he held a pen like a big scholar, extremely elegant.

“Boom!”

With a loud noise, the light of the sword was annihilated, and the Confucianism rune shattered, and the big Confucian who just got up from the Baoyan futon, Kong Zhongli, has long since disappeared!

This scene shocked countless people, including Han Feng.

“Sven scum!”

Han Feng looked at the vicious appearance of the old butcher, but he exuded Confucianism and mighty spirit. It was indescribable for a while. Only this word can be more consistent.

“Haha… what do those muyu-headed guys know?”

After hearing Han Feng’s words, the old butcher did not refute, but shook his head and laughed.

The Confucians in the guard of honor were shocked immediately, only to hear a scream from a distance, and hurriedly looking back, only to see Kong Zhong flying farther and farther away, was hit by a knife and fell into the sky.

“Kong Bansheng has inherited a lot of skills, but unfortunately, his eyesight is too bad.”

But seeing the old butcher slowly closing his sword, he said without hesitation: “Even if Kong Bansheng is still alive, he would never dare to speak to me like this. I have always used morality to convince people, Kong Bansheng knows it well!”

After a while, Kong Zhong returned from Yukong, his Confucian robe tore, and a large rune spread on it, shining with Bufan’s light.

This is a very high-quality treasure, but unfortunately it has been scrapped.

At this time, Kong Zhongli returned to the futon, knelt down, and looked at the old butcher again with a little awe.

“Emperor Yunwen, your prestige is still spreading above this Kyushu!”

Kong Zhongli made a cupped fist with both hands, bowed deeply to the old butcher, and said, “Emperor Yunwen is going to the Kyushu Golden Palace?”

“Yeah!” The old butcher nodded.

“Okay! I will bring this news back to Kyushu Golden Palace!”

Kong Zhong left the mouth and said: “I will give orders along the way. No one will stop you on the way to the Golden Palace.”

“You seem to want me to go to the Golden Palace?”

After hearing Kong Zhongli’s words, the old butcher felt a little funny and couldn’t help asking.

“Um!”

Kong Zhongli nodded, and said: “The name of Emperor Wen is the supremacy of my Kyushu language, and I cannot tolerate an outsider to get it! This is a shame to us!”

“Do you think you can beat me? It seems that for so many years, you Kyushu Dynasty, there are many more powerful people! Otherwise, how would you expect me to go so much?” the old butcher said.

“My Kyushu dynasty, how do you count the strong like the stars in the sky? There are endless ways! There will naturally be those who defeat the Emperor Wen.”

Kong Zhongli straightened his waist, Zheng said.

“This senior… It’s better not to be too arrogant! It’s easy to suffer, and you need to be as humble and polite as a junior.”

Suddenly, Han Feng poked his head out behind the old butcher, looked at Kong Zhongli, and said, his words were rather low, which sounded really humble.

“you!”

Hearing the sound, Kong Zhongli’s face turned dark, and he stared at the young man for a few moments, and then couldn’t get angry. He immediately turned to the old butcher and asked: “Emperor Yunwen, who is he?”

“He is my apprentice, and I brought him to the Kyushu Dynasty to experience it,” the old butcher said.

“I’m here to win the name of Young Emperor Wu.”

Han Fengxing’s eyes were glowing, and he said seriously.

“you?”

Upon seeing this, Kong Zhongli was taken aback, looked at Han Feng in disbelief, and said, “Are you the holy son of Daze Wufu?”

“No.” Han Feng shook his head.

“But… the son?” Kong Zhongli asked again.

“No.” Han Feng shook his head again.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone burst into laughter.

The young emperor of Wenwu represents the highest honor of the younger generation of the Kyushu Dynasty, and its status is equivalent to the saint son of Osawa Takeshi!

“It’s okay, it’s not bad for a while! First get the title of Wu Shaohuang, and then go back to get the position of saint son, it’s OK.”

Han Feng said seriously.

In an instant, everyone’s complexion suddenly changed, and they looked at Han Feng in disbelief.

This young man is embarrassed to talk about others?

I am really arrogant to the limit!

“Hehe…this young man, he has the demeanor of Yunwenhuang back then!”

Kong Zhongli sneered and waved, “Emperor Yun Wen, please!”

Afterwards, Kong Zhongli issued an order not to allow anyone to stop him, otherwise he would be an enemy of the Kong family, and sent someone to escort the two along the way.

Etiquette, for Confucianists, is the first.

For them, although the old butcher is a member of Daze Wufu, after all, he is the emperor of Wen, the leader of Confucianism and Taoism, and they will not be disrespectful.

After six or seven days, the group of people passed through the cities, not far from the Kyushu Golden Palace, so far the talents of Kong Zhongli could hardly fade.

Looking at the Kyushu Golden Palace that gradually appeared in the distance, the old butcher frowned and sighed softly: “It seems that they are very concerned about my name. The challenger has no time to take care of you.”

The words fell, but Han Feng did not respond, which made the old butcher frowned and looked back abruptly.

But seeing Han Feng, hiding in a corner, there are a lot of poisons scattered around, Fulu, his hands are still busy.

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