Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Is this still the Mahārāja?"

Zhang Taisu looked at the scene that was almost like a bully, opened his mouth, and said in a difficult tone.

Wang Chuanjia also nodded hesitantly, never expecting that the son-in-law would be so... fierce.

Everyone knows that the son-in-law is the first talent in Zhongshan. Even if he has a high level of cultivation, he should be a scholar with high spirits.

It is really difficult to overlap with the figure of swinging a shovel to hit people at this time...

"You are looking for death."

Amid the rolling waves, the old man who was blasted into the bottom of the river came out again, and everyone could see his figure clearly at this time.

His face was vicissitudes, his face was like chicken skin, there were a few sparse white hairs on his head, and his body was wrapped in a big turtle shell.

His hands and feet came out of the turtle shell, and his right hand was still holding a cane with a twisted tree root.

A perfect turtle master shape!

Only a high bulging bright red meat bag on his head made him look quite miserable.

"Unfixed Waters, rise up!"

Moro Vajra raised his cane and gently pounded it in the air, causing the spiritual energy to vibrate and the wind and clouds to surge.

Countless river water suddenly rose into the air, turning into transparent tentacles the size of pillars, and fell towards the crowd.

Some ran towards Shen Wuming, some ran towards the people on the building ship, and some ran towards the surrounding sampans.

Zhang Taisu and others were shocked when they saw this, and they quickly pinched the magic formula and used Taoist magic to resist.

But the transparent tentacles were not only heavy, but also very tough.

Even if Ye Qingcheng's Tianpeng Bell hit it from above, it only trembled slightly, but continued to move forward.

As fast as lightning, as heavy as a sacred mountain!

Shen Wuming was about to return to help, but several tentacles fell down, and he quickly raised the shovel and smashed it.

"You are a good boy. If I want to take you down, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort."

"But this Wuding Waters is the territory of my Wuding Water Tribe. It's not your turn to be presumptuous."

"Can you protect yourself and the people on that boat?"

"All your relatives and friends must be buried with my descendants, not one less."

Mora King Kong spoke in human language with a strong sense of resentment.

He is the descendant of Xuanwu. Although it is easy to produce offspring, it is extremely difficult to pass on this bloodline.

That black turtle is useless, but it also has a trace of Xuanwu bloodline, which is his most valued descendant.

He will naturally not let it go if he dies in the hands of these humans today.

Shen Wuming sneered and did not answer. Instead, he used a shovel to split the transparent tentacles in front of him, intending to hit Moro King Kong directly.

But he couldn't help squatting down when he saw the scene at the bow, and then hurriedly retreated--

Zhang Taisu and others protected the building ship tightly, and quickly gathered the soldiers of Guangwu Camp on the surrounding sampans.

Everyone worked together to support the shield, and Ye Qingcheng and Zhang Taisu, who had the highest cultivation, were naturally in the front.

At this time, transparent tentacles kept falling, smashing again and again, and the shield was already shaky.

"Crack!"

Another tentacle fell, and the shield shattered, and close behind, another huge tentacle chased after it.

Ye Qingcheng was only three feet away from the front. If it fell on him, he would be worried about life and death.

Ye Qingcheng used all his strength to support the shield. At this time, the front force had disappeared and the back force had not yet been generated, so he had no time to dodge.

"Hiss..."

Looking at the tentacles in front of him, Ye Qingcheng swallowed his saliva, but found that his magic power was no longer enough to let him escape.

The situation of Zhang Taisu and others was not much better. The shield collapsed and everyone was backfired.

Shen Wuming, who was above, was also entangled by the Moro King Kong at this time. Tentacles woven into a net, covering him.

"Could it be that I will be buried here today?"

Ye Qingcheng stood in the same place, feeling a sense of loneliness and coldness in her heart, and her back was cold. She closed her eyes in despair.

Her heart was in turmoil.

Since she started practicing Taoism, she had been smooth sailing all the way. Whether it was cultivation or Taoism, there seemed to be no obstacles.

The biggest setback in her life was just a small loss in front of Mr. Shen.

But she didn't expect that this first disaster would make people so powerless and even desperate...

But just when her eyes were about to close, she suddenly saw a hideous black armor suddenly tearing open the tentacle network.

With a flap of his wings, he came in front of her at a terrifying speed across space, and swung the shovel in his hand suddenly!

With a "crack", the terrifying tentacles that made people despair were completely shattered and turned into river water.

Shen Wuming's giant mecha hand picked her up like a little chicken and gently put her at the door of the cabin.

"Stand inside, it's too dangerous outside."

Shen Wuming's voice came through the ink armor, and then he slowly raised his head and looked at the Moro King Kong.

"Originally, you were just taking advantage of others to eliminate disasters for others. I wanted to spare your life and have a good talk."

"But now, you are making me angry!"

Shen Wuming was really angry.

If something happened to the people of Tianshi Dao, especially the little Tianshi, the court would definitely hold Shouting Houfu accountable.

This is about his soft rice!

Ye Qingcheng was stunned in the same place, staring at Shen Wuming's back with blank eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

The tip of my heart, which was already like a mess, was trembling a little for some reason...

What a cliché hero saving a beauty.

But why...when I am the heroine, I can't help but feel an indescribable throbbing sensation.

"Heh, young man is really arrogant. In this unfixed water area, even if you are at the peak of the sixth realm, what can you do to me?"

"All the water veins here are added to my body and turned into my domain. You are just a man, how can you resist the heaven and earth?"

Mora King Kong smiled coldly, waving the crutches in his hand, and was about to continue to control the tentacles to attack.

But he saw that the color of Shen Wuming's mecha became darker, and there was a white righteousness lingering on the surface.

Black and white colors intertwined continuously, like clouds and mist, and a golden cloud appeared above his head!

"Haoran Qingyun?"

Mora King Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, and a deep surprise appeared on his face. Did he make a mistake?

The so-called Haoran Qingyun is the supreme treasure given by the Confucian sages, passed on to the first person of contemporary Confucianism!

This young man...

But before he could react, the Haoran Qingyun above Shen Wuming's head expanded rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it enveloped a hundred miles.

The whole space was golden, illuminating the entire sky like a burning cloud!

"Not good!"

Mora King Kong's face suddenly changed.

When the Haoran Qingyun enveloped this space, he clearly felt that the connection between him and the water veins was broken.

"This... How is this possible?"

Mora King Kong's face turned pale in an instant. He had long seen that Shen Wuming's cultivation was higher than his.

He was just relying on the "authority" of the Lord of the Wuding Water Clan to control the power of heaven and earth to fight against him.

But if there was no power of heaven and earth, he would be just an old turtle...

"Comparing with the Confucianists to control the power of heaven and earth, you have drunk too much?"

Shen Wuming sneered, and the next moment he appeared in front of him, and the shovel in his hand hit him again.