Vol 2 Chapter 2067: Takeshi

Xiao Hua is burning in anger. He wants to take the copper column to the Royal Academy. If the old man comes up, Xiao Hua will not be willing to accept it. Even if he does not want the life of this old man, he will definitely let this old man not eat it. Go away. Although he has not been repaired before, there are several means available, and it should be easy to clean up the old man.
However, the Confucian and the old did not directly shoot, even if the gatehouse of the college was destroyed, it still kept the anger and wanted to make the cause of the matter clear. Of course, the right and wrong are not to be said for the time being. The attitude and cultivation of this single will make Xiao Hua sullen.
"Oh..." Xiao Hua sneered. "Isn't the copper pillar country your copper pillar royal school? Since it is the school of your college, the government of the copper pillar country can be the master of the lonely disciples?"
"I don't know if I don't want to be a master!" The look of the old man did not relax at all. He said one word at a time, "But the old man knows that if you don't put the law in your eyes like this, you will become what the whole world will look like." ? Strong bullying, seeing money, and ignoring it? Hey, the old man has forgotten, you are a disciple, naturally do not know what the law, only know the rate and do not put the rules in the eye."
"While you said that it is reasonable, Xiaomou also wants to obey the law." Xiao Hua’s anger was long ago and he thought clearly. "Someone can take this law as a plaything, and use the law hat to do things illegally. Guan, that Xiaomou said from the day, for the heavens!"
"What qualifications do you have for the heavens, what qualifications do you have for life?"
"Xiao Mou is not qualified, you can not judge, but Xiao knows. The person who lives in the grass is the person in your academy. Xiaomou will kill the people in this academy and give it to my disciples!" Xiao Hua retorted, " The specific thing is that Xiaomou is too lazy to say that the people of the government have now chased, and you can explore it in detail. Now that Xiaomou wants to send the master of Taoism to the saint, you wait and let it go!"
"Xiao Hua, you keep saying that it is the evil deed of my college students. Who is the name of this student? What is your evidence? Where is the evidence of the person?" The old man was furious. "You will push down the gatehouse of my college, no matter how indulgent." How can I give you a good time today?"
"Ha ha ha. A good dedication, Xiaomou never thought that today can be a good time!" Xiaohua's hand in a good mood, laughed, "in the eyes of the black and white government. What is the use of evidence? Collusion in the bureaucracy In the generations. What evidence is there? Xiaomou has to do. What evidence is there? What Xiao wants to do, no evidence is needed!!"
Later, Xiao Hua was rushing to the sky with a wishful bar. He said: "Xiaomou naturally knows who the person is, but Xiaomou said it, do you guarantee that he will not escape? Are you sure to hand him over to Xiaomou?"
"The academy is the place where the law is. There is no law in the eyes of your monk, but my college must have it!" The old man said faintly. "Even if you tell the evil thief, my college will hand over the thief to the government. You can't be the master!"
"Haha, that's it!" Xiao Hua's body shape moved. "The road is different, and Xiaomou gives you enough face in the college. It's not bad. You let it go! Xiaomou, One person blocks the killing of one person, one city blocks the killing of a city, and one country blocks the killing of a country!"
The old man’s nose was discouraged. Xiao Hua smashed the door of everyone’s house. This is a naked face. Xiao Hua actually said that it is a face.
"Xiao Hua, don't you think that you are too arrogant? Don't you worry about the wind flashing your tongue?" The old man sneered. "You haven't seen my college's thousands of students have been waiting for it? You want to challenge my college by your own courage." Is it order?"
"Ha ha ha, yes, my power is limited, my law is also side!" Xiao Hua laughed at the sky, this laugh seems too much today, really makes Xiao Hua angry, the indignation in my heart is hard to say, "But I have the righteousness in my heart, but I can rush to the nine! Although thousands of people are going to squat! Stronger than you to wait for the illusory generation, outside the strong."
Xiao Hua couldn’t say this. The old man has already stunned his nose. After listening to these words that Confucianism often said, he is even more swaying and swaying his hand:
Xiao... Xiao Hua, the old man knows that you have some Confucianism. It’s the reason why I’ve asked a few more questions here, but you don’t remember the Confucianism’s grace in your heart. It’s not easy to be a ritual of self-cultivation, and it’s even more like this, and add this evil language to my college! Come, Come, come, let the old man see what you have done?"
"Do not say what tolerate, do not say what is repaired, everything is just procrastination!" Xiao Hua sneered, "Do you think Xiaomou does not understand? Since you wait for delay, Xiaomou can also delay, you and me half a catty!"
"You, you..." The old man was so angry that his beard was awkward. At this time, a loud, drumming voice came from the side of the academy, a strong figure, and the strength of Fang Tian’s painting in his hand. The decorator took a dozen or so young teenagers and stepped on several groups of Qingguang flying. "Professor Hu, the gatehouse of my imperial college has been smashed! You still have what you are here? Look at your Next, these rabbit scorpions have been taught by you? One by one, you are stunned, like the snot worms, where is the momentum of the college? No wonder people are being bullied to the nose!"
"Wu Xiu?" Xiao Hua's eyes narrowed, and he thought of the words of Fu Zhiwen at the bidding meeting. He looked at the man with interest.
The strong man is full of enthusiasm, and the unspeakable embarrassment comes out from the muscles above his arms. The square paintings that are thicker than the fists make a whimpering sound with the flying of the strong man, which is quite a sigh of relief. . The compelling murderousness in the strong man's eyes is even more obvious.
Xiao Hua looked coldly and suddenly looked at the brow and looked at the direction of the college intentionally or unintentionally. This is a slightly suspended heart, and the wishful stick in his hand also shakes a few times.
"Professor Dong, my Royal Academy has always been to serve people with morality. This monk dare to go to the door to challenge. You can look at the tragic life of the old man above the carriage. There must be a flaw in the inside. If you don’t ask clearly, how can the old man "Is the hand?" Professor Hu’s Confucianism has no wind, and the previous anger is slightly convergent. "And insulting my college, the culprits who ruined my door are in front of me, can the old man let him escape?"
"Noisy!" Professor Dong flew to the front, and the leopard eyes looked fiercely and looked at Xiao Hua. He also looked at the gatehouse that was destroyed by Xiao Hua. He stopped the words of Professor Hu and pointed his hand to Xiao Huadao. That kid, let Laozi see, you have a few points, actually dare to pluck the tiger's mouth!"
During the conversation, the so-called Professor Dong waved his big left arm. There was a fist-sized ring on the black-haired arm. "Hey..." The sound of the tiger whispered, a hurricane Professor Dong’s station was rolled up, but when he saw a two-footer, the tigers that appeared a few feet high appeared out of thin air, and there was a demon cloud between the four hooves.
Xiao Hua looked at it quietly, as if he had been scared, he did not even see the hungry tiger.
Professor Hu, who was not far away, was robbed by Professor Dong for a few words. He simply ignored it. When the brow was slightly wrinkled, he put his hand in the hand. A Confucian scholar in the distance hurriedly approached. Professor Hu whispered a few words. After Confucianism listened Hurrying down, heading for a hundred and ten catching fast in the distance.
That is to say, Professor Hu just ordered, and Professor Dong’s tiger pet was thrown into the eyes of Xiao Hua without any hindrance, and the demon wind was smashing, and Xiao Hua’s nearly a few feet were swept away; the mouth was even more Stinking, biting towards the upper body of Xiao Hua! It seems that as long as you can bite Xiao Hua in two in the blink of an eye! That is to say, in this highly anticipated time, Professor Dong suddenly felt a bad feeling, but in the face of so many Confucian scholars, he could not retreat, so he urged his body to hold Fang Tian's painting and rushed to... ...

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I have escaped, even at the moment when my body shape is missed, I casually swayed the wishful stick in my hand toward the tiger's head. The sound of "呜...", then "啪", the hungry tiger was hit by a wishful stick. The blood was collapsing, and even a scream was not issued. The path was planted in midair.
"Flower Cat!!" After the hungry tiger, Professor Dong’s body was naturally killed. He was already alert, but he never imagined that his own paintings had never been lifted. It was killed by Xiao Hua, and Xiao Hua’s shot was too hot and hot, which made him unbelievable, so where can he endure? After a sorrow, the brilliance of the pale gold of the whole body flashed, and Fang Tian's paintings became tens of thousands. One by one, Jin Guangcan spurred Xiao Hua from all directions.
"Haha, this is my way to the door! You are still in front of the old man!" Xiaohua laughed loudly, and the wishful stick became longer, and under the wave, the law broke, and if the mountain was like a wave, Fangtian painting was illusory. The shadow was defeated and rushed into a huge Fangtian painting to stab Xiaohua.
"Boom..." is another loud noise, soaring in the wild, no math and catching fast, and others can't help but cover the ears, the look on the face with numbness shock and a trace of pain.
Looking at Professor Dong’s Fang Tian’s paintings, the moment of touching the wishful bar has been interrupted into two pieces. Professor Dong himself is more soft and numb, unable to control his body shape, and is extremely embarrassed to fall from the air. . What makes Professor Dong the most self-sufficient is that although he is as weak as a lightning strike, he can still sway in the chest. It is just to spur the infuriating air, and there is a sharp pain in the mind like a sharp cone. He couldn't help but whisper, holding his head with his hands, and it was hard to lift it again, and it fell to the ground very quickly! Looking at the ever-increasing green bricks, looking at the ground where the ashes are clearly visible, Professor Dong’s face could not help but turn red... (to be continued).