Ten Thousand Realms Chaos, invite Xiao Yan and Tang San at the beginning

Chapter 54 The Master said, if a gentleman is not serious, he will not be powerful
momentum!Almost overflowing the screen!
Standing together, three thousand people shouted with the aura of a hundred thousand dead men!
weak?Weak water three thousand?

You call this weak?
Good guy, if it weren't for the fact that the arena occupies a very large area.

Otherwise, if these 3000 people came, the venue would have to be overwhelmed.

The powerhouses in the eastern world here were also slightly taken aback when they saw this battle.

This great thinker is different.

Just wave your hand and there will be thousands of people helping out.

Looking at each of these people as strong and strong as a bull, I'm afraid they are also intellectual thinkers.

With so many thinkers gathered together, it is no wonder that the princes and countries in the Warring States Period wanted to give Mr. Confucius face.

You don't want to save face.The city gates have been removed for you.

Jesus' mouth was shut in a moment.

This man is a monster!

It's okay to be a monster, but all the disciples under him are also monsters!

Putting this in the Western God Realm, I am afraid that only the giant race can wrestle with these so-called Eastern intellectuals.

"Okay, it's all a group of frail scholars, it's not good."

Fan Ma Confucius said calmly, as if he was talking about what to eat tonight.

A frail scholar can't make a fortune?
To Jesus, these words sounded like extreme yin and yang.

Terrible, hypocritical Orientals!
Jesus swore that if he couldn't get him, maybe he would go up and fight now.

Isn't this fucking playing him like a monkey?

Thinking back to the scenes where I uttered nonsense just now, now it's just a series of slaps in the face.

"Since it's reasoning, let's decide the outcome of this game through reasoning, can we?"

Jesus' scalp is a little numb now.

He suddenly discovered that if you want to reason with others, you must have the ability to make others calm down and listen to your reasoning.

But obviously, at least in front of Fan Ma Confucius, he did not have this ability.

He just wanted to see if Confucius, Fan Ma, would agree.

"My way is in my fist."

Fan Ma Confucius squeezed his fists and talked about the Tao, but the bones in his hands rattled.

It made people's hair stand on end when they heard it.

Taoism is all in the fist!
Good guy, tough enough!
The God of the West couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes when he heard Fan Ma and Confucius like this.

Isn't that pure hooliganism?

If you don't let you speak the truth, you won't be able to fight.

He even snapped his fingers and summoned three thousand disciples to come to town.

Jesus, Jesus, ask yourself how blessed you are.

Jesus, who is facing Fan Ma Confucius in the field, is undoubtedly under the greatest pressure.

"Don't mess around!"

"I am god!"

Jesus almost cried out.

In the Western world, as long as he was mentioned as God, countless people would show their admiration for him.

But the point he forgot is that this is not the West.

It is the Arena of Myriad Worlds.

The people here don't believe in his God's way.

Fan Ma Confucius smiled at the corner of his mouth, but did not speak.

And bulging muscles are the best way to describe it.

He stomped his foot violently towards the ground.

There was a bang, and a crack seemed to have been stepped out of the entire arena.

All of a sudden, the venue was filled with dust, and Jesus fell to the ground due to the violent shaking.

Suddenly he realized the seriousness of the matter.

This foot is so powerful just by stepping on the ground, if it falls on him, it cannot be reopened on the spot.

And just when Jesus felt his scalp go numb, he saw a fist the size of a sandbag rushing towards him in his eyes.

Immediately, Jesus' pupils trembled.

I saw Fan Ma Confucius, the word De on his back was shining.

Among them, the right fist was clenched tightly, and the fist that was like a diamond star fist seemed to split the void that was about to hit.

"The Master said, a gentleman is not a weapon!"

Fan Ma Confucius shouted loudly.

The terrifying Year of the Fist, together with classic quotes, hit in the direction of Jesus

It means that a gentleman disdains to kill others with weapons, and killing others with extreme physical strength is the kingly way!
This intellectual power combined with sheer physical sanctification almost scares Jesus into the urine.

Just before the fist came, the terrifying power had already swept over him.

Even the glowing halo behind Jesus was blown out by a gust of fist wind.

run!
It was the only word that could come to Jesus' mind.

With this punch, he will definitely die!
So Jesus' feet were weak, and he ran and fled towards the corner of the arena.

You can say it directly if you want his life, but you still use the banner of discussing the Tao.

Who can stand this tmd?

boom!
There was only a loud noise coming from the arena.

The place Jesus occupied just now has been punched and sunk into a huge pit.

Immediately, the field was filled with sand and soil, and the aftershocks of this punch were still rippling around!

When seeing this scene, almost everyone was stunned.

Fan Ma Confucius is too tough.

Even Zeus, the God King of the West, had goosebumps all over his body at this moment.

Is this the learned man in the Eastern world?

This is at least a berserker in their Western God Realm.

Without further ado, let's just say that the punch just now was called Ziyue, a fist that a gentleman doesn't use.

If it falls on the body, it will end up with bruises and bruises.

Maybe even high-level gods like them will lose half their old lives.

This Fan Ma Confucius is a bit scary.

At this time, the smoke and dust in the field also slowly dispersed.

Jesus has come to the edge of the arena at this moment.

Now his legs are weak, so he can only sit on the ground and pant heavily.

But when he looked at the huge fist pit in the center of the field, he suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with the choice he made.

This Fan Ma Confucius definitely wanted his life!

But that's not all.

After the smoke and dust cleared, Jesus saw a huge figure staring at it with shining eyes.

Fan Ma Confucius shook his neck.

Suddenly, there was a crisp crackling sound.

"The Master said, if a gentleman is not serious, he is not powerful!"

Confucius continued to mutter.

It means that if a gentleman does not exert gravity, he cannot establish prestige.

The kid dodged the blow just now, so he will use his strength next.

Fan Ma Confucius immediately smiled kindly at Jesus, and then rushed over with all his strength.

Boom boom boom!
There was a sound of shaking the ground in the field, and every time Confucius stepped on the ground, there was an afterimage!
Seeing Confucius like a scourge, Jesus' brain was on standby.

Although he didn't know what Confucius meant, he could definitely make him, the God of Death who left this beautiful world, whisper!

next moment.

Fan Ma Confucius leaped high, his muscles seemed to exude endless energy.

Especially the word "Germany" on the back.

It even shines in the arena, making people marvel at the power of virtue.

"They come, the security."

Now that you've come here, let's be buried here!

(End of this chapter)