Da Bong fights more people

Zhao Shou spread out his palms, clear light rose, and the carving knife appeared in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the sub-sage crown was also put on his head.

Zhao Shou stared at the carving knife and whispered:

"Break the seal!"

Suddenly hold the palm.

Immediately, streaks of clear light shot out from his palm, as if what he was holding was not a carving knife, but a big light bulb.

The Confucian crown above his head also emitted a dazzling light, which rushed along his arms like a chisel.

The Yasheng sculpture shone with clear light, shining on the carving knife.

Humming and trembling of the carving knife, it vibrated violently in Zhao Shou's palm, and even his arms and body trembled.

boom!

The clear light on the carving knife exploded violently, setting off a strong wind in the hall, blowing out the candles and shaking the doors and windows.

No matter how difficult it was for Zhao Shou to hold the carving knife, he didn't want to hold it. He let go of his hand and let it float up into the air, circling around the hall.

"Finally able to speak, the Confucian sage, who suffered a thousand knives, actually sealed this old man for more than 1000 years. Won't people say that he writes rubbish? If I were replaced by this old man, I must write better than him.

"The old man just met me and instructed him to write a book, but he didn't appreciate it, and thought I was annoying, so seal me, bah!"

The curses and complaints of the carving knife were heard clearly in the ears of Zhao Shou and the others.

This made Zhao Shou a little bit embarrassed. He didn't know whether to agree or refute, so he could only choose to remain silent and pretend he didn't hear it.

"Cough cough!"

Zhao Shou coughed forcefully, interrupted the cursing of the carving knife, bowed and said:

"I have seen seniors."

Yang Gong and the others followed suit:

"I've seen seniors!"

The carving knife came to Zhao Shou, hovered between his brows, and conveyed his thoughts:

"Hey, Jianzheng said that I will unseal it in this generation, and I really didn't lie to me. Confucian children treat the old stuff like a Confucian sage as a god, and the great Confucians of all generations have refused to unseal it for me.

"Why do you want to help me unlock the seal?"

Zhao Shou bowed again:

"Students have something to ask for advice."

Yang Gong immediately gathered his sleeves to prevent the ruler from flying out.

The tool spirit inside the carving knife asked:

"What's the matter!"

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice:

"On behalf of the common people in the world, how to promote the Martial God?"

Ke Dao didn't answer immediately, but fell into a long silence.

In the silence, Zhao Shou's heart sank slowly to the bottom:

"Senior doesn't know?"

"Don't make any noise!" The carving knife spat at him, and then said:

"I remember when Confucian sages commented on the Martial Arts system, they said Martial God, um, after all, it has been more than 1000 or [-] years, I can't remember it for a while."

Then think quickly, Yang Gong and the others are anxious.

And Zhao Shou noticed a detail, the carving knife needs to be recalled to remember, which shows that no one has talked about the promotion of the Martial God recently.

If it wasn't revealed by Ke Dao, how did Jianzheng know the way to be promoted to Martial God?

Ten seconds later, Ke Dao suddenly said:

"Remember, um, one premise, two conditions!

"The premise is to gather luck.

"The condition is, to be recognized by the world, to be recognized by the world!"

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s: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

Chapter 1 and four are born

Xu House.

In the study, Xu Qi'an was sitting at the desk, lightly tapping the table with his fingers, looking at the carving knife circling around the room.

"One premise, two conditions"

He repeated this sentence, and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment. A long, long time ago, Xu Qi'an was once confused. The loss of the great fortune of the country led to a decline in national power, which caused a series of disasters later.

As a first-grade warlock, Jianzheng was the same age as Guo, and he should have given him a bright future even if he regained his luck, but he didn't.

It is only now that I understand that from the very beginning, Jianzheng planned not just a dynasty.

What he wants is a warrior, what he wants to support is a gatekeeper.

After knowing the answer, Jianzheng's many incomprehensible plans in the past became reasonable and clear.

This game of chess really runs through the whole situation! Xu Qi'an withdrew his divergent thoughts and brought his attention back to "one premise and two conditions".

"Senior, I have half of the national luck of the Great Blessing, the luck left by the Buddha's predecessor, and the luck of Mahayana Buddhism. Do I already have this prerequisite?"

He humbly asked for advice.

"I'm just a carving knife!"

The simple carving knife wrapped in clear light said perfunctorily:

"The Confucian sage who suffered a thousand knives would not tell me these things..."