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

"Gudong!"

Zhao Qiansun couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He considered himself to be one of the top figures in the world.

He was already a strong man in the seventh realm in his early years. Although he practiced military skills, he has been a protector of merchants for generations.

After assisting Cao Zijing to ascend to the position of business leader, he also received a lot of benefits, and he was only one step away from the eighth realm.

But at this moment, facing this strange black wood sculpture, I actually felt a sense of fear in my heart.

"call……"

Zhao Qiansun couldn't help but grit his teeth. He hadn't felt this way for so many years.

It was a fear that went straight to the soul.

A matter of life and death.

"No one dares to bully my aunt. You are the first. Come on, let's get through it."

The moment the sound of the black wood sculpture sounded, the golden power turned into a huge handprint and was drawn towards Zhao Qiansun.

Zhao Qiansun quickly pulled away and flew back, but the next moment, countless golden threads appeared in the void.

It was like a spider web that wrapped around him tightly, unable to move an inch, and was imprisoned in place.

Such a movement caused Zhang Sanbao, Cao Xiong and others who were following behind to quickly retreat.

They can't help anyway.

It's better to stand far away quickly. If it hits you, it will be a loss.

"Crack!"

A very crisp sound sounded, like thunder exploding, spreading throughout the void.

Countless smoke and dust drowned Zhao Qiansun's figure, and Cao Xiong and others couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

The eyes looking at the black wooden sculpture were also full of awe.

Needless to say, Zhao Qiansun's strength was so strong that he was slapped cleanly and subverted...

"How dare you attack Protector Zhao, and Protector Zhao didn't even react..."

"It's over."

Cao Xiong and Zhang Sanbao looked at each other, the corners of their eyes twitching. It was obvious that Shen Wuming had stood up this time.

Many people marveled.

Especially after the smoke and dust went up, they were even more stunned, and they all seemed to be frozen in place.

The words in his mouth were also swallowed.

I saw that Zhao Qiansun had been blasted to the ground, his face was pale, and half of his face was completely deformed and disfigured.

"How is this possible?"

Although he watched Zhao Qiansun being slapped, it was too outrageous for a slap to be so miserable.

After all, although Zhao Qiansun is a business protector, he himself practices military strategism.

His body had been honed to the extreme, and he had just used his iron fist to blast Shen Wuming's ink armor.

At this time, he was seriously injured by a blow. He stood up shivering with crutches, but fell to the ground again.

[Watching the pagan saints take action, you understand the method of Brahmanical practice, and you learn the ‘Mahaykala Bodhisattva Contemplation’]

Shen Wuming raised his eyebrows, Brahmanism? Doesn’t it seem like one of the hundreds?

"It's interesting, it can still move."

The black wooden sculpture let out a cry of surprise, and it was clear that Zhao Qiansun's physique had exceeded his expectations.

Immediately, the golden power flickered, and a drop of Zhao Qiansun's blood that fell to the ground flew out.

The golden special force crushed it gently, and the blood was completely turned into powder, "So that's how it is."

"You are actually a descendant of Zhao Gongming. For the sake of your ancestors, just give him a slap in the face!"

"Otherwise I'll have to cripple you!"

The sound of the black wooden sculpture sounded, as if there was some melancholy and memory, and then a vortex appeared again in the void.

Black wood sculptures are thrown into the mix.

My aunt's voice also leaked out, "Boy, the provincial exam is not long away, come and see me on the fifth floor then."

"Junior knows."

Shen Wuming bowed slightly. As the vortex disappeared, he stood up and quickly stepped forward to help Zhao Qiansun up.

"Grandpa Zhao, I didn't mean it. You didn't let me pass just now, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Shen Wuming had a guilty look on his face. He did not expect that his aunt would be so cruel.

Zhao Qiansun couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I'm not as strong as others, so I can't blame you."

With that slap just now, half of his facial bones were shattered, as if a huge mountain had fallen.

Even a body as strong as gold and iron could not withstand that force.

"You actually know that aunt, and you were able to invite her over..."

Zhao Qiansun was thoughtful and thought of a character who was passed down in his family and seemed to be a legend.

She has never appeared in the world for so many years, and she didn't expect Shen Wuming to come over just to say hello.

Shen Wuming shrugged, he was also helpless, always making himself like a weakling...

"Come in, boy."

At this time, Cao Zijing's voice came out, and Shen Wuming handed Zhao Qiansun into Zhang Sanbao's hands before walking into the backyard.

I saw Cao Zijing sitting on a chair, his face uncertain.

And Cao Juyu didn't care that her father was right next to her, she quickly ran over and threw herself into his arms.

Two long legs that were not slender but extremely sexy were already wrapped around his waist, wrapping around him like a white python.

"Are you okay?"

Cao Juyu's voice was trembling and choked. She didn't expect that her father would be so ruthless as to invite Grandpa Zhao.

"fine."

Shen Wuming patted her elastic and slender waist, "Grandpa Zhao will be merciful."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to hold on for at most three rounds, and I'll probably have to crawl in to see you."

He finally saw it.

Although Cao Zijing said harshly, in fact the people from the three sects were all merciful.

Cao Zijing looked at the two people so kindly, and his heart was full of ghost fire, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

His eyes were full of murderous intent.

If it weren't for the woman who suddenly appeared just now, Cao Zijing really wanted to bully him to death.

But thinking of this, he couldn't help but nod slightly. At least, this kid deserves Zhuyu.

Whether it's talent or character, or the backers behind him, they are far better than ordinary people.

It's definitely not as simple as it looks on the surface.

Cao Zijing snorted coldly, "Okay? In broad daylight, there are people next to me, do you think I'm dead?"

"Then why don't you die first?" Cao Zhuyu put away her sobs, her face was not very good, and she retorted.

Earlier, my father said that there was a test for Shen Wuming, and Cao Zhuyu didn't think it was a big deal, so let it be a test.

But when Zhao Qiansun appeared, she didn't have a good temper with her father.

I gave you face, right?

Cao Zijing's face also fell, but he could not help but soften his tone when he met his daughter's red eyes.

"You go out first, I'll talk to this kid."

"I won't leave."

Cao Zhuyu stiffened her neck, she was full of doubts about Cao Zijing now.

What if Cao Zijing bullied her husband again after she left?

"It's okay."

Shen Wuming patted her waist again in Cao Zijing's ferocious eyes, "I'll talk to Uncle Cao."

"Really?"

"Really, I'm not lying to you."

After talking for a long time, Cao Zhuyu half-believed and half-doubtedly walked out of the door and closed it.

However, Cao Zijing and Shen Wuming's cultivation was much higher than hers, so they could naturally feel that she was not far away.

But she was lying on the door frame.