Qin Chuming preached the world, but there were only a few people. He taught himself by using the method of preaching in his dreams.

Zhou Yunyuan is one of them, if it is said that the world is his disciple.

Zhou Yunyuan is a disciple of the house.

Under the clouds.

The righteous spirit surges between heaven and earth.

This energy swept across the plains for thousands of miles and whistled past the Yellow River.

In an instant, Chen Feng's yin energy protecting his body was torn apart.

"ah……"

Chen Feng, who was waving the iron rod, let out a scream, and the statue of Taoist behind him completely disappeared.

Confucianism respects ghosts and gods and distances them from them, and strictly entrusts his subordinates not to speak out of strange powers and chaos.

Do ghosts and gods have no objection?

Of course, there are, but a true Confucian scholar who practices Haoran internally and Six Arts and Swords externally are not scholars who have no power to fight back.

This great aura swept Chen Feng out directly.

It is as clean and neat as the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the breeze it brings blew the mountains and fields.

The world became silent for a moment.

Chen Feng drew an arc in the sky and fell on the bank of the Yellow River, without any movement.

"Falled!"

Liu Huai looked at Chen Fenghou, looked down from a high place, and looked at the bank of the Yellow River. Zhou Yunyuan, with fluttering sleeves, sighed:

"This is the masterpiece of a great Confucian scholar. It is so rare. The great Confucian spirit is extremely difficult to cultivate. It should not be against the heart at all."

He was no longer worried about the current situation. Chen Feng's scream just now said it all.

Chen Feng is not Zhou Yunyuan's opponent, he is restrained so hard.

Although Zhou Yunyuan's cultivation level is not high, the great aura is not about cultivation, but about the cultivation of mind and virtue. Even if a mortal is cultivated, he can repel the righteous energy of thousands of miles, suppress ghosts and gods, and ward off evil spirits.

Under the cliff, the old man of the Yellow River stepped on the Yellow River with his feet and leaned against the rocks rolling down from the mountain. Seeing this scene, he smiled with relief and said, "Young people are so terrifying!"

There are talented people in the country who have emerged in the past, and they have led the way for hundreds of years. This is the appearance of a prosperous era.

The Confucian scholar in front of me is like the young monk who guards the Zen Temple, and he is born to be a seedling to cultivate this school.

"Big Nose, how can the difference between people be so big?"

On the bamboo raft on the bank of the river, Wujie looked at Zhou Yunyuan in the distance. He admired this kind of person with a consistent heart the most.

In life, not to mention human beings, even immortals and Buddhas can do this.

So this kind of person is most admired.

"I have my own fate, but it would be a blessing to know such a person!"

The young Taoist priest nodded and said.

"So it's over?"

The monk said silently.

"Looking at the appearance of Mr. Chen, you can finally avoid fighting, but the strongest solution is to stay in troubled waters to catch up."

The young Taoist priest looked at the monk's Taoist in the mountains in the distance.

The monks on the bank of the Yellow River have not finished walking. Some are due to injuries, some are due to cultivation, and some are simply trying to see if they can catch fish in troubled waters.

For example, Ban Jiaquan.

"Tortoise, Dad has been waiting for so long, and finally waited until you were fucked down."

The Ban family was full of joy, but he had been lying in the grass for a long time.

It is safe and stable, but there is too much sheep dung in the grass.

I have to hang up the sheep here one day sooner or later. Do you want to block the sheep from behind?

Polluting the environment more.

The Ban family looked around, and looked at the people around them with some injuries on their bodies, and thought to themselves:

Those stupid guys actually wanted to run, but they didn't even see if they could run past the fierce man who crawled out of the coffin?

It's so stupid.

It’s better to learn from him until the end.

No one who is injured on his body now can beat him.

All those who could beat him were fucked down by those who crawled out of the coffin, which was so pleasant.

After climbing up from the grass on the bank of the Yellow River, the Ban family shook the sheep dung on their bodies, and then ran towards the sarcophagus in the distance.

He is bound to win this treasure.

Of course, there are definitely many who have the same idea as him.

On both sides of the Yellow River, the people running towards the coffin embedded in the river bank were rolling crowds.

"This is?"

Zhou Yunyuan, who had just dealt with Chen Feng, saw a group of people running towards the Yellow River and frowned slightly.

"We are all here to grab the baby. If you don't work hard when you fight, you want to take advantage of it."

Wang Daoyi looked at the crowd and said disdainfully.

"Forehead……"

Liu Huai, standing beside Wang Dao, felt that he was shot while lying down.

In the distance, Ban family threw out a piece of grass leaf and crossed the Yellow River with its power.

Countless people ran towards the sarcophagus.

Just as everyone was about to get close to the sarcophagus, no one noticed that Chen Feng, who was lying on the shore, suddenly moved.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the people running towards his sarcophagus in the distance.

Anger couldn't help but surged into my heart.

If the white-clothed Confucian scholar had taken what he kept, he would not have been so angry.

But how dare these ants do this?

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel like a tiger falling on the plain and being bullied by a dog.

He resisted the severe pain on his body and roared:

"Shameless junior, how dare you!"

Then the huge iron chain in Chen Feng's hand suddenly moved, and he used his last little strength to pull towards the sarcophagus.

Tens of thousands of kilograms of iron chains swept through.

Chen Feng had only one idea, even if it was destroyed, he could not let these people take away these treasures.

Looking at the iron chains coming towards me.

The sacrificial masters who came from overseas were all green-faced. If I had known, I would not have run so fast.

"Boom!"

There was a loud explosion out of thin air.

The sarcophagus is broken.

Countless jade slips and ancient books flew into the air.

Among the six-meter-long and three-meter-wide sarcophagus, Chen Feng couldn't lie very much, and the rest were all these jade slips and ancient books.

You can imagine how many books this is.

"If there are loyal and Ming dynasty people, you should inform the Lord of the Lord of My affairs and ask the Lord of the Lord to make a decision."

Chen Feng struggled and let out his last roar.

Then he slowly closed his eyes.

But no one listened to his words anymore.

Now everyone's attention is all on these books in heaven.

The whole sky was like it was raining, and countless jade slips and books were emitting everywhere.

This is something that I can't wait for many years.

Everyone began to snatch crazy.

At the place where Liu Huai stood, six volumes of jade slips shot over.
To be continued...