The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

When everyone heard about Confucius and then saw the 8-meter-high statue of Confucius, they immediately felt that Confucius was looking at them from the sky!

The gaze of Confucius!

This buff, coupled with Li Zhi's instigation, caused the crowd to burst into cheers. The three forces really twisted into one rope, screaming and forming a battle formation.

Even Xichang fans were shocked by these fanatical Confucian lunatics and Confucian fundamentalists, and dared not make mistakes.

Confucius looked at everything with a smile.

Shuntianfu Yin was dumbfounded.

I rub it, is this awesome?

As long as Confucius is mentioned, as soon as they see the statue of Confucius, these students, officials, and literati will become courageous and turn into werewolves?

He suddenly roared: "You are all useless? These powerless scholars can also scare you? Come on~~!"

Xichang fanzi and Shuntian government servants charged up again.

Li Zhi laughed loudly, waved his hand abruptly and said, "Let them know how important Confucius is! Let you know how great Confucius is!"

On the opposite side, Wang Shun sneered: "I've been studying for 20 years, and I've never heard that Confucius still has offensive power. You guys are capable, but invite him to come down to earth? Hee hee, let me also appreciate his old man's force!" Hehe, I really want to see how the old man can kill me?"

His lackeys, Xichang Fanzi, laughed so hard that they burst into tears...

People in the capital, one by one: "..."

Confucius' attack power...

Should it be 0?

This is okay too?

Li Zhi sneered, "As you wish!"

He gave an order: "Pull!"

At the moment when the Xichang fanzi and the lackeys of the yamen rushed to the front, the students of the Imperial College suddenly pulled the rope behind the statue of Confucius...

The 8-meter-tall and extremely heavy statue of Confucius, the second god of Confucius who has been worshiped in the Confucian Temple, just so slowly, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, suddenly fell down!

The shadow of Confucius deeply shrouded Wang Shun, Xichang Fanzi, and Shuntian government officials on the opposite side...

I wipe?

I rub?

Still have such a showy operation?

This statue of Confucius can still be used for this?

The gigantic statue of Confucius crashed into the middle of Xichang fanzi and Shuntian government servants like the top of Mount Tai!

Immediately, these prince's dog legs screamed again and again, and those in front were submerged under Confucius' stalwart body without even making a sound. , can't escape the shadow of Confucius...

All the people in the capital burst out laughing.

"I wipe, this is amazing!"

"I'm so stupid! I'm so awesome!"

"The gaze of Confucius!"

"You know the weight of Confucius this time, right?"

Wang Shun: "..."

Just dumbfounded.

What do you think of Confucius?

You are so hung up, does Confucius know that?

(Confucius who fell down: ". 々Paralysis, the disaster of the fish! I just want to be a quiet saint...")

Wang Shun looked at the blood and flesh that was smashed in front of him, and the lackeys died tragically. He felt very lucky in his heart. Thanks to Lao Tzu's caution, he didn't get too close, otherwise he would be finished now.

But he soon discovered that he was too simple.

Li Zhi, standing on a high place, laughed loudly: "Wang Shun, how are you doing! Do you feel the weight of Sage Kong? Is it not over yet? Let me show you the rampage of Sage Kong! Let's go!"

He kicked the grounded Kong Shengren's body.

The statue of Confucian saint is rolling, jade-run and round, and it rolls on the Tianjie with a light kick.

It just so happened that Li Zhi was very insidious, so he chose a section of rough street, standing on a high place, condescendingly pushing the statue of Confucius.

And Wang Shun, these chickens, happened to be standing below.

So the statue of sage Kong, Gululu, rolled down wildly.

Wang Shun and the others were dumbfounded, they couldn't be more coquettish, they couldn't be more coquettish at all!

Is this the sage Kong, or the martial sage Guan Yu the Great?

Such a fighting power?

Your old man's rhythm, obviously you can be a martial saint, but you have to be a literary saint.