Chapter 44: Confucian scholar in brocade robe Feng Kuang

The red maple leaves formed a whirlwind and rushed towards Lu Zhao like lightning. The slightly overflowing energy along the way directly caused the huge rocks on the ground to break into powder. Moreover, the crack that was nearly half a meter wide spread on the ground completely destroyed the square.

"You, a foreigner, have no tricks and rely on your foundation to forcibly offset the breakthrough. You are such a domineering way of fighting." The speaker was the brocade-robed Confucian scholar who had just met with Lu Zhao. He returned here at this time, and Lu Zhao didn't know what this person's purpose was.

At this moment, the scholar of the brocade robe looked closer to an ordinary person. Even the elegant temperament hidden in the body disappeared. Cooperating with the martial arts clothes that were used to white background and red patterns on his body, it looked more like those scholars who had studied literature and history. A calm and elegant spirit arose naturally.

"You..." Lu Zhao looked at the Confucian scholar, a little surprised.

As if I felt Lu Zhao’s thoughts, the Confucian scholar in the brocade robe smiled faintly and said, “I know what you want to ask. If I don’t show up and leave before leaving, how could this old ghost Wuxiang be willing to fight with you? But what I didn’t expect was that you, a foreigner, could actually force this old ghost to escape in panic. It really surprised me, but it also made me interested.”

"So, the sir appears at this time, and he wants to be the oriole that eats mantis?" As he said this, a thin layer of crystal energy floated on Lu Zhao's body as clear and transparent as jade, emitting a hazy halo, without the slightest breath of the king.

The king is eloquent!

"Hey, don't say it so directly. I still cherish my feathers. What you said will ruin my reputation. Please be careful!"

When Lu Zhao heard this, his heart moved. From the other party, he felt a gentle demeanor and temperament. He did not release his spiritual consciousness, but with his understanding of the power of the soul, he found that a shocking aura on this person seemed to be connected with the heaven and earth. It seemed that as long as this person took action, the whole heaven and earth would be shaken.

"This Confucian scholar's cultivation seems to be stronger than the old ghost in the past, and he doesn't seem to be malicious to me, so try him!" Lu Zhao was very sensitive to people's mental fluctuations. Since the person in front of him did not show malicious intentions at the first time, there is no need to rush to take action.

"Do you know what I want to do now?" Lu Zhao said.

"Beat me?" The Confucian scholar in Jinpao was directly and bluntly said an answer that followed the truth.

"I'm more interested in slapping you than this." Lu Zhao increased the scale of his questioning. He was addicted to slapping people. He had just finished slapping the invisible hermit, so he wanted to slap this Confucian scholar again.

"I dare not, no, let's go, Feng Kuang. Before taking action, I was very curious about what the old ghost Wuxiang was interested in? Could it be..." Feng Kuang didn't care about Lu Zhao's attitude and quickly shirked away, but his eyes were a little ambiguous, and he obviously thought of something bad.

"I hate people who fantasize randomly like you, and they are mentally unhealthy." Lu Zhao's skin had a slight movement, and goose bumps appeared in some areas.

"Uh, I'm hated." The Confucian scholar said in a daze.

"If you can answer a question from me, I can reluctantly answer your question." Lu Zhao said slowly, holding back the disgust in his heart.

"Hmm? You said." After hearing Lu Zhao's words, the Confucian scholar was shocked first, and then replied in a hurry, obviously eager to know why the Wuyingan had to bother Lu Zhao.

"You know so clearly. Could it be that you and the old ghost Wuxiang have a leg, so that they have a shadow of childhood?" Lu Zhao turned his army of Confucian scholars, which was considered to have avenged him. As for whether he could disgust Confucian scholars, it was completely out of his consideration.

"Ha, the fight with the wise is indeed the excitement of the warriors' confrontation. I will treat you with my true respect." The Confucian scholar did not answer Lu Zhao's words in a direct way, but instead intervened in another topic.

"Wow, what a powerful sense of oppression, do you think I am a cat?" Lu Zhao restrained his breath. At this time, he had confirmed that this Confucian scholar did not want to fight him.

"Yeah, how can you say that you are a cat? You can increase others' ambition and destroy your majesty like this. It's not really the foreign powerhouse that Feng knew." The Confucian scholar was a natural person, but he just tried his best to get along with Lu Zhao, and didn't know why.

"You and I have known each other for only a few minutes, so there is no need to be so close." Lu Zhao couldn't stand the intimacy of Confucian scholars. He changed his tone and went straight to the point and said, "Then now, are you going to do it?"

"Hey, when did I say I want to do it? I just said that I was a yellow bird and never said that I wanted to do it. Brother, don't think wrongly! I have always been peace-loving, fighting and killing, and I hate it the most!" The Confucian scholar touched the long sword that was crossing his waist with his right hand, and refuted Lu Zhao's words with surprise.

Lu Zhao had goose bumps on his body, and he spoke to change the topic, saying, "Isn't the sword on his waist used to hit people?"

"Yeah, how could my little brother trick me into the path of fighting and killing? It's just decorations. Occasionally, self-defense is used. How could it be used to hit people?" Confucian scholar continued to explain.

"So, sir, did you really want to let me go? Then..." Lu Zhao paused meaningfully, clasped his fists and said, "Goodbye, please!"

"Is it really boring for me to leave so quickly?" The Confucian scholar seemed to want to continue to get in touch with Lu Zhao and get close to him.

"Please!" Feeling more and more goose bumps on his body, Lu Zhao knew very well that he could not stay any longer. But he could not just turn his head and leave. He had one more friend, especially one more friend in a foreign land. Even if there was one more path, he might use it in the future, so he didn't say a word, but just emphasized and repeated the word "Please".

"Okay, if you encounter any trouble in the Dreamland Fantasy Hall in the future, just report my name to Feng Kuang." The Confucian scholar in the brocade robe knew that everything had a limit, and if he exceeded it, it would be counterproductive. At this moment, he no longer pestered Lu Zhao, but reported his name to him.

"Thank you, sir, for ordering an edict, please!" Lu Zhao replied with a bow, remembering the name of this Confucian scholar in his heart.

"Please!" The Confucian scholar in Jinpao finally said this word.
Chapter completed!