The global game is coming, I think differently

Chapter 215 Confucian ancestors, powerful and powerful!
In the high sky, amidst countless air-tearing and space-scarring high-powered fights, Ling Qi's big move just now is gone...

It's like holding back for a long time, and finally didn't even hold back a fart.

Ling Qi:? ? ?
Where's the ball?What about my big fireball?

Even Ye Xiaoling, who was about to take the blow in front of him, looked at Ling Qi with a strange face, and finally asked with difficulty:

"You're not a ghost, are you?"

Lingqi spat out a mouthful of old blood.

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"It is well known that a fire needs oxygen to burn."

"What will you do without oxygen?"

Ye Xuan chuckled on the ground, and the T-002 oxygen trap was fully activated.

At this time, the oxygen in the sky had been drained by him.

Nothing left!

And the reason why those two are still fighting in the sky is because they are too involved in the fight, and these two have reached the point where they can breathe without oxygen, so they didn't pay attention at all...

But Ling Qi felt it now.

His face was gloomy and cold, and he felt that the God of Air was here to make trouble.

But the problem is that there is no god of air among the 18 gods in this session?
But anyway, he doesn't care, without the fire, he is half useless.

As a god, he could make fire without oxygen... The accountant now only has 10% strength, and his ability to make fire without oxygen is gone.

Then you can only shake people.

Ling Qi made a phone call.

then.

The whole person disappeared immediately!
Ye Xiaoling:? ? ?

Fuck, what do you mean you slipped halfway through the fight?
How did you get out?

Just when Ye Xiaoling was wondering, a well-mannered scholar suddenly replaced Ling Qi and came to the space where Ling Qi was standing.

The inexplicable scholar looked at Ye Xiaoling with a smile.

"God of Confucianism, Jiang Fushi."

Ye Xiaoling raised her eyebrows and looked at this handsome guy, but she wasn't interested at all:

"We're fighting. Give me back that Ling Qi quickly. I'm seriously disabled."

"No." Jiang Fushi said with a smile. "He exchanged a favor for me to come in. I know it's against moralism to do so, but the price is also obvious. I came in as his substitute, leaving only 1% of my divine power."

"Call me, after all, you can't find him anymore."

Ye Xiaoling frowned tightly.

Jiang Fushi was still talking.

"Or, if you worship me as your teacher, how about I help you kill Lingqi and make you a new god..."

Ye Xiaoling:? ? ?

Ye Xiaoling curled her lips: "Fuck off."

"Then why don't you come to fight? As a polite scholar, let me tell you first, 1% of my strength is stronger than Ling Qi's 100%, are you sure you want to be my enemy?"

Ye Xiaoling's face froze.

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Ye Xuan was lying among the ruins on the ground, wanting to yell that Jiang Fushi was a liar.

At the beginning, he met Confucius' disciple in person, and the other party told him that there is no such thing as Confucianism in this world!
Confucianism is a kind of consciousness and a kind of responsibility.

There is not even a Confucian way, where did Confucian gods come from? !

<Longguo Confucianism and Taoism, no humiliation, no bullying>

<A gift from Confucius' disciple "Zilu" to you: Master's upper body has been activated>

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"You are the old god?" Ye Xiaoling's eyes widened.

"No." Jiang Fushi shook his head, "But I am the one with the most divine power among all the gods. But you must know that divine power does not equal combat power."

"But you also need to know that divine power can be used as combat power. I can completely drown you with my mighty divine power. So, do you want to become my disciple?"

Ye Xiaoling fell into hesitation.

apprenticeship?She really didn't think about it.

Ye Xiaoling wasn't sure whether she should be a teacher or not, but she knew that anyway, she might not be able to beat the person in front of her.Because the game set by Ling Qi has failed, she can't pick any confident god.

Just when Ye Xiaoling was about to speak, a loud sound suddenly came from a distance.

"Moby!"

When Jiang Fushi heard about his reputation, he was a well-mannered scholar.Wearing Tsing Yi, stepping on the space, it seems that there is an invisible step paved for him.

The moral ladder!

Jiang Fushi frowned as he looked at the scholar who was walking up step by step.

"Who are you?"

"Confucius."

Jiang Fushi laughed loudly, his face turned cold: "You are Confucius, so what is my contemporary Confucian god? Do you think I deserve to be called a Confucian god in front of the ancestors of Confucianism? Don't lie and don't make drafts."

"Ah."

"It's you who lie and don't write drafts."

Jiang Fushi's pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that the elegant scholar in blue shirt who was talking to me just now suddenly burst his loose scholar's shirt.The arms hidden under that green robe are actually bigger than your shirt!
And the body under the shoulders is even more terrifying.With no clothes to cover it, the muscles are exposed to the sun, and the devil-like lines reflect the hideous light.

Confucius' originally gentle face burst open suddenly, his smile became ferocious and terrifying, and the long hair that was originally bundled up unknowingly fell apart and turned into wild hair like a lion.

In Jiang Fushi's state, Ye Xuan felt as if he had seen his own natural enemy. This was a kind of fear of genuine fear.Obviously he is a god, but when Jiang Fushi saw Ye Xuan's appearance at this time, it was like...

Floating met the big tree, and the hare met the lion.

The terrifying aura made him almost unable to move.

Jiang Fushi only felt that the muscles and bones of his body began to crackle, as if the bones were about to break, and his body involuntarily wanted to spread downwards.

"Since you claim to be a descendant of Confucianism, then you can recognize me, the ancestor of Confucianism who carried the city gate, led 3000 younger brothers to travel around the world, and the language he spoke was compiled into "Luanyu"!"

"The Master said, if you are not respectful, you will not be powerful."

"If I don't do something heavy-handed, I won't be able to establish prestige in front of juniors like you."

"Then I'll... let you have an operation today!"

As he said that, the muscles on Confucius' back suddenly began to contract, and the originally broad shoulders suddenly gathered together, and the muscles squirmed together, vaguely forming the word "benevolence".

Confucius still felt a little regretful, it seems that this young man was not good enough to develop "virtue".

But it is enough to defeat a person who does not listen to himself.

In an instant, the width of the back and the huge character of benevolence covered the sky and the sun.

The peristalsis of the muscles caused the air to twist, and the space began to fragment.

Jiang Fushi was completely confused at this time.

He is indeed not a Confucian god, but he is indeed a god, he is a Taoist god.

TM, TM has never seen such a fight between literati!

Literati shouldn't be like him who can only chant scriptures to breed divine power, but aren't they even birds when they fight?
Under Jiang Fushi's horrified gaze, Confucius slowly raised his ferocious head, showing a kind smile.

"Scholars can't hit people?"

"Put Nm's bullshit on, we study to have a good conversation with idiots."

"Beating people is to make fools talk to us."

"Now, I want you to calm down a little bit."

(End of this chapter)