If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 369: Kill my Shixing!

Feather clan?

Lin Ke raised his eyebrows and looked up.

Many figures are flying in the air.

The person speaking among them has two wings on his back, feet like bird claws, hair like clouds, and a slender figure, which is exactly what the Yu tribe looks like.

In addition, there are the Sharks with fish tails, the Deer with two hooves and horns, the Gu with holes, the Flowers that look like plants, and the Stones that are made of rock and metal.

All six tribes have arrived!

A large number of people were flying in the sky but no one came to stop them. It seemed that these people had obtained Jing Zhaoyin's flight permit.

And the key point is that the six races have been recuperating since ancient times and rarely come out.

However, recently, as the news of the coming era of great conflict spread, these ethnic groups gradually began to travel everywhere.

However, the people who came to them today did not seem to be ordinary people from the six races.

"This is a hundred meters high in the sky. You guys have a lot of endurance to fly so high." Gui Yunzhi smiled and said, "I wonder what you want to ask me about when you come to my house?"

Yunzhi Mansion is also entrenched in the sky, but the entrance to the mansion is on the ground.

It is also possible to enter from the air.

After hearing Gui Yunzhi's words, Yu Ren, who had just spoken, raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "Who are you?"

Gui Yunzhi smiled: "This is Yun's mansion, my name is Gui Yunzhi."

Yuren immediately turned his attention to the others: "Only the genius of the human race can talk to me, the rest are not worthy."

What a loud tone!
Several people were originally dissatisfied with the Yuren's tone and attitude just now, but now their faces became even colder.

Huo Ran picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then picked up the heavy water gun on the ground, waved it upwards, and said lightly: "If you destroy my Shi Xing, cut off one of your wings."

Water droplets suddenly gathered in the sky and transformed into the shape of a gun, with the tip of the gun slashing towards Yuren's wings.

Yuren originally looked arrogant, but when he saw this, he screamed: "Heavy water gun intention!"

The feathers on his body stood up, and then a feather shield formed in front of him.

The next moment, the phantom condensed by the heavy water gun went straight through the feather shield and chopped off the feathered man's wings.

Before the other aliens could react, Yu Ren's left wing was cut off at the root, and blood mixed with Wen Qi spurted out.

Yuren struggled to maintain his flight in the sky and screamed: "How dare you hurt me! How dare you hurt me! I am the king's son! I am the king's son! Your champion Hou Huo Qubing came to pay homage to my king!"

"The family single-handedly killed 50% of the masters of your Feathered Royal Court, and then your king knelt down and begged for his life, right?" Huo Ran sneered:
"We have known for a long time how your king promoted it, but our ancestors thought that the Feathered King would submit to the Holy Dynasty and no longer pursue it. Otherwise, see if your king dares to speak in front of my ancestors!"

When these secrets were revealed, everyone present was extremely surprised. Even the six tribes looked at each other in confusion.

The extremely powerful Feathered King, did he kneel down and beg for mercy in order to survive?
The feathered man screamed, hugging his severed left wing, and wanted to take out a weapon the next moment, but was stopped by the palm-sized flower man next to him.

"You are bullying people too much!" The jasmine-like flower man looked at Huo Ran's expression with disgust: "Humans are really disgusting!"

As she spoke, she helped Yu Ren hold his wings, and then light green powder emitted from her body. These light green powder floated to the fracture of Yu Ren's left wing, which was slowly healing.

"Oh? While cursing my human race, you are treating others in front of me?" Zhang Yuda chuckled: "Little Hua'er, your recipe mixed with Baiji, Sophora japonica, etc., aren't you afraid of turning it into poison?"

As soon as he finished speaking, for some reason, Yuren let out a scream.

The roots of his wings turned purple inch by inch and then rotted into rotten flesh in an instant, and the literary energy in his body poured out again, leaving nothing behind.

Even that kind of purple spirit flowed upstream along the flower man's powder, contaminating the flower man's body.

The flower man exclaimed, and his originally white body was stained with wisps of purple.

"Wait a minute!" A beautiful female shark hurriedly said: "I have been invited by the former number one scholar Ye Jun to attend this literary conference!"

"You didn't say anything before, but now you're at a disadvantage and you jump out?" the Yaochi Saint's voice was cold.

"I didn't have a chance to speak!" The female Mermaid showed an aggrieved expression, and tried to open her eyes wide with a sigh of relief: "Why are you, a woman, framing me?"

"You girl..." A cold light flashed in Yaochi Saint Maiden's eyes, showing a completely different look from the one that had just seduced Lin Ke: "Which branch of the Shark clan are you from? I will visit your family head one day."

If the female mermaid's voice is as cool as dewdrops in summer, then the voice of the Yaochi Saint is more like a clear moon, even more sacred.

As soon as the Yaochi Saint finished her words, the female mermaid immediately panicked.

"Don't be aggressive!" The Deer Clan's demeanor is not as arrogant as that of the Yu Ren, but it still has a sense of superiority: "We were invited here, and we are not here to be insulted!"

"A certain family thinks that you are very suitable to be a mount." Guan Wangyi stroked his beard slightly and narrowed his eyes to look up and down at the deer clan man.

The deer man immediately felt a wave of fear all over his body, his hairs stood on end, and he did not dare to move rashly.

"I want to eat!" The last member of the Stone Tribe also spoke, his voice sounding like dull leather being beaten, with a sense of honesty. This is a stone man whose body is made of some kind of metal and stone, and looks extremely hard.

While shouting "Eat something", he stretched his big hand towards Lin Ke and the others, or rather the refreshments they were eating and drinking.

Those hands made of metal and stone look both heavy and strong, and it is estimated that ordinary magical weapons would break if touched.

When Lin Ke saw this, he was about to intercept. After all, it seemed that the other people's bodies were not very strong.

Especially the eyeless monk, whose figure is as thin as a skeleton, with no flesh at all.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, the eyeless monk raised his left hand and chanted the Buddha's name softly. He made a fist with his right hand and jumped up high, swinging towards the stone man's palm.

"Crack!!!"

There was a muffled sound, and the eyeless monk, no bigger than a stone man's finger, floated down, unscathed.

"It hurts! The big iron hurts!"

But the stone man took several steps back in the air with "thump thump thump", and the stone on his arm cracked inch by inch.

This kind of injury is similar to human bone fractures and all the skin and flesh being cut open.

"Haha, you scum, it's my turn, who wants to fight with me?"

The little scholar was eating jujube cake and watching the play happily. At this time, he finally stood up with his chest straightened out.

"Go down, you are only at the second level. You are just a genius, not a genius." Gui Yunzhi stood in front of the young scholar.

The three Holy Sons of the Holy Realm, Gui Yunzhi and the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, the Eyeless Monk, and Lin Ke are all people of the Three Realms.

The six people from the six tribes above are also people from the Three Realms.

It's just that these evil guests were defeated at this time.

Behind these six geniuses of the six races, there was a large group of people. Seeing that their geniuses were repeatedly frustrated, the situation exploded.

"Damn it! How can the genius of the human race be so powerful!"

"Our little prince, the feathered man, has understood the existence of meaning! There are thirteen geniuses in our three realms, and only his highness, the little prince, has understood the meaning!"

"It feels like these human races seem to have some understanding."

"It seems that understanding the meaning is only the threshold for the genius of the human race. I don't know what conditions are required for the human race to dare to call themselves a genius."

"How is it possible! We have dedicated our efforts as a clan to support the three realms of geniuses. If we want to join the world and fight, these human clans..."

"Daogong Yaochi, Mingwang Temple, Jixia Academy, these forces are all comparable to our clan."

"If you put it this way, the human race has thirteen major sects, isn't it equivalent to the thirteen major clans?"

"There are more noble families in the human race, not to mention the large and small sanctuaries."

"Also, on top of the geniuses of the human race, there are Taoist disciples, Buddhist disciples, and the terrifying number one scholar, who can single-handedly defeat the invincibles of this generation."

"Hiss... Then what are we doing here? Why do we feel that our genius is so humble?"

"You ask me how I know? I'm just a soldier!"

There was a lot of discussion above, but in the end elders from various tribes showed up.

The elders of the six tribes stood behind their geniuses to heal their wounds, their faces gloomy.

Especially after hearing the chat from behind, his face became even darker.

Their faces were extremely gloomy, and they stood up and were about to speak.

However, they were all blackened, and Lin Ke's face was even darker.

He had just been feeling tired from the vicious demon Ah Shui for several days.

Nowadays, it is not easy to have this kind of cultural gathering to meet new friends, chat, and write poems, but as a result, such a group of troublemakers emerge.

Irritability!

"If you ruin my poetry, you will be killed..."

Before those so-called elders could speak, Lin Ke stood up with a cold and dark face. A phantom of a bamboo stick appeared in his hand, pointing at everyone above:

"cut!"

(End of this chapter)