I Made the World Mutate

Seeing the young man, Xiao Mu frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that someone would stop at the door before everyone would enter.

Xiao Xiao Mu did not rush to speak, he knew that someone must be impatient.

As expected, as soon as the voice of the man in the martial arts suit fell, a young man in a suit could not help but jumped out and asked angrily, "Friend, why are you stopping us and not letting us in?

"Ha ha!"

The young man in the martial arts service gave a scornful smile and said coldly, "Why? Just because I went in just now and returned without any failure."

"The strength is not as good as mine. What does it mean to go in? So, if you want to go in, pass me. Otherwise, you either go back or pay a gram of energy crystals to buy the toll."

"What if I don't pay?"

The young man in a business suit was going to break through.

"No pay? You can try!"

The young man in martial arts clothing threatened, and he scorned his lips scornfully, meaning that the young man in the suit did not take his eyes at all.

The young man in the suit changed his face, suddenly sighed, rushed forward, and punched the young man in the martial arts suit with a single punch.

"Dead!"

"Woohoo!"

The boxing wind roared and swept the surrounding air on the spot, forming a vortex, hitting the martial arts man.

"This kind of strength is also astonishing! Get out!"

The young man in the martial arts uniform glared, waved his hand, and patted it with his palm.

"boom!"

"Click!"

Two palms collided, and the man in the suit folded his arms.

The man in the martial arts suit kicked up, the man in the suit flew upside down, smashed into the car in the distance, the alarm sounded, and the front cover of the car was smashed into a pit.

"噗!"

The man in the suit opened his mouth and spit up, got up and said nothing, and stumbled away.

"Who's coming?"

The young man in martial arts clothing turned his head and looked proudly at the crowd.

Seeing this scene, the two young guys turned around and left.

In the course of the fight just now, they realized that they are definitely not the opponent of this young man in martial arts.

"Haha!"

Seeing this, the martial arts man laughed arrogantly, with a look of pride, "Either leave, or force hard, or hand over a gram of energy crystal to buy the toll."

The rest of you look at me, I look at you, all of them are choked.

Only Xiao Mu was hiding in the crowd, nodding slightly, there were too many people, it was not bad to let this man in the martial arts service drive some away.

朋友 "Friend, the strength is not low, I will meet you."

十六 A sixteen-seven-year-old young man who seemed to be a middle school student came out of the crowd with a sloppy description. He took a fan in his hand and shook it.

I am even more surprised that this boy is still wearing a Confucian shirt.

Huh?

I still have other meanings?

When I saw the boy, Xiao Mu felt a little surprised.

The young man did not have a breath of martial arts, not even an ability, but exuded a special breath.

Xiao Mu was the first time to see what it was like, so it was not clear.

It is a book-like atmosphere, with a taste of knowledge, maybe the breath of scholars in ancient times.

Nerdy?

Xiao Xiaomu was surprised, but followed closely but could not laugh or cry.

Is this the practice of Confucianism?

The books of the Confucian school, which Xiao Mu had tried when she first transformed the book, did not really change out, because he felt that the Confucian things would not bring much improvement in strength.

The truth is simple. Confucianism does not practice Taoism, does not practice, or even learns the Fa. How much combat power can be gained by studying the basics of the discipline?

At this time, Xiao Mu was surprised when he saw the folding fan standing out to challenge the man in martial arts.

Is there anything that this folding fan can't do?

The next moment, what happened made Xiao Mu startled ...

"Haha! You?"

The martial arts man looked at the folding fan with a scornful look, apparently because he did not see the breath of any warrior from the folding fan, and he despised it.

I just took it with one palm and hit the boy, "Okay, pick me up, lightning palm!"

Lightning palm shot, hit the folding fan boy.

"Haha! Hahahaha!"

The folding fan boy did not shy away from this palm and suddenly laughed wildly.

The next moment, his expression suddenly abruptly stared at the man in the martial arts uniform, angrily: "Nie Barrier, seeing his father, not kneeling yet!"

At the same time, a special breath emanated from the folding fan boy, shrouded on the spot to the men in martial arts.

"this is……"

Xiao Xiaomu's pupils shrank, and the momentum suddenly erupted in the teenager was too strange, as if it was a kind of dad ...

How dad?

什么 What the **** is this?

More shocking things happened.

"Flop!"

The man in the martial arts suit involuntarily fell on his knees and knelt down in front of the teenager. Then, he even involuntarily called out the words, "Dad!"

Obviously, these two words were not the willingness of the martial arts man to call out, so after the exit, he was ashamed with an expression of pain.

He just said that despite his reluctance, his mouth was completely out of control, and he called ‘Daddy’ to the folding fan boy.

什么 What the **** is this?

Not only Xiao Mu was shocked, everyone else was shocked.

Why do men in martial arts clothes suddenly kneel and call father?

究竟 What the **** is this young boy practicing? Why is there such a shameful operation?

"Haha!"

The young fan laughed proudly, "I really think that our Confucianism can't handle anything. The" Three Gang Zhishu "practised by my father and me is a person like you."

He shook the fan in his hand, then pointed at the man in the martial arts suit, and arbitrarily ordered: "Call dad!"

The face of the man in the martial arts suit was embarrassed and dying. The redness was like a cooked pig's head. He wished that he would die on the spot, but his mouth was completely out of control. com called involuntarily: "Dad!"

"Haha!"

The young fan laughed proudly, reached out and touched the head of a man in a martial arts uniform, like a loving father touching his own son, and again commanded: "Put your **** on, your father will spank you."

The man in the martial arts costume showed an extreme unwillingness to die, and his body was completely out of control ...

He twisted his body and raised his hips to the folding fan boy.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

少年 Folding fan The young boy waved the folding fan and hit it, yelling in the mouth and screaming, "Dad hits his son, he is righteous!"

"..."

Everyone was stunned, including Xiao Mu.

However, unlike other people, after listening to the folding fan boy, Xiao Mu finally understood what the boy cultivated.

"San Gang Zhi Shu"?

When there was a change in the Analects of Confucius, there were two options, one of which was Gang Ji and the other was Fen Fen.

The so-called Gang Ji clearly includes the "Three Gang Zhishu".

What is Sangang?

Thirty-seven Gangs are the Gangs of the King, the Gangs of the Father, and the Gangs of the Wife.

What the folding fan boy just showed is that the father of the three outlines is the son outline.

Obviously, San Gang is not invincible. The Confucian is most particular about the sequence, size, and status. The state of the folding fan definitely exceeds that of men in martial arts.

Therefore, the father in the "Three Gangs of the World" shows for his son Gangyi, whoever has a higher realm becomes a dad, and his realm is not as good as a fan boy. In the end, he can only be a son.

Dad beat his son, righteousness.

I was shrouded in the power of Confucian "Three Outlines".

The dying fan was about to hit him. He couldn't hide, he could only kneel and be beaten.