"Ah … what a stubborn old man …"
Suddenly there was a sigh in the crowd, and then an old man in a Confucian robe slowly walked out and came to the front of Mrs. Wang, and the white integrity was rising into the sky.
Wang Xuan slightly stunned "Liu Fu?"
Liu Fu is his father-in-law, Mo Guanchao, and the steward of Binzhou Shanhai Institute. He is proficient in rhythmic calligraphy and painting. He once commented on his military strategist Meiyu and presided over the selection of "Famous Tales"
When did you come to Shendu?
At the same time, several Confucian robe elders strode out, including Taifeng Lifu.
They shook their heads at each other, and they were surging and rising, and they poured into the lady’s body at the same time
Hum!
The scabbard is finally formed, simple and simple, without a trace of pattern, as if it were true, solidified, virtual and real.
Wang Fuyuan was a little distracted and focused again, reaching out to Fang Xu for a grasp.
Ang!
A boundless and piercing dragon rhyme sounded, and the thick black fog surged and roared like a long dragon circling and twisting into the scabbard.
The black fireworks gradually formed a hilt, and the ominous sigh disappeared, but the heart-rending resentment became more condensed.
Mr. Wang’s face has become dense, and the old man’s gray hair has fallen off and his body has become rickety.
"Too afraid to take the knife?"
Wang Fu’s eyes flashed a trace of disappointment, and then he slowly raised his hand. "The old man’s public opinion knife can seal the gods, and the gods can be sacrificed, and the gods can be sacrificed!"
"Who dares to take the knife?" he said, glancing around slowly.
Yet a public suddenly startled.
No one expected Wang Fu to come here.
At the same time, several greedy eyes looked at the scabbard-shaped white mountain wrapped in black flame in his hand.
This thing turned out to be a Shinto nemesis?
The eyes of the Luo family bodhi old zu are radiant with instant essence.
With this thing, the royal family can compete with each other!
He strode out and sank, "I dare to take this knife!"
Chen Jia’s bodhi old zu sneered in front of him. "You don’t deserve Luo Lao’s slick thing!"
"It’s not up to you to decide whether you deserve it or not!"
Lao Zu Luo Jia looked at Wang Fushen and asked, "Wang Fu, you said that heaven and man can take this knife!"
Mr. Wang nodded slightly and then looked behind him. "You should give them an account first when you pick up the public opinion knife …"
"confessed?"
Luo family bodhi old zu slightly stare blankly immediately ha ha a smile "it’s hard for me to Luo family rich a day and a half can stabilize food prices".
"That’s right!"
Several ancestors of southern aristocratic families also strode out. "We can also help with this matter."
Many people around a surprised suddenly dark scold in my heart.
These families are greedy to the extreme. Some time ago, they said that they would not want to stabilize food prices, but they immediately promised that it would be good now.
Too many people have a fierce look in their eyes.
Wang Xuan’s painting halberd in his hand is buzzing and quivering, and the golden light is flashing. He thinks it’s better to kill these people first!
However, Wang Fu shook his head slightly and continued to ask, "Then what?"
The ancestors of the Luo family were stunned. "What do you mean by husband?"
Wang Fu looked at the white mountain in his hand. "The power of public opinion knife is not only a state artifact, but also a deity technique, which increases with public grievances."
"If you take this knife, you will complain for the people that Luo Haizhou is so smoky. If you don’t cut off Luo Jiazu Temple, this knife will turn into a curse and burn your heart every night."
Laurence family bodhi old zu face a stiff eyes rain or shine uncertain cold hum a way "what artifact points is an evil thing"
Chen Jia Lao zu le "Luo Lao slick I said you don’t deserve it!" "
Wang Fu looked at Taidu Guxi again. "Taidian state apparatus controls the public opinion knife to alert yourself … Do you dare to take the knife?"
In the direction of the palace, Jin Guangzhong wore robes and crowns, and Yan Huang snorted, "Husband, this … but we said different things!"
Mrs. Wang smiled weakly. "I beg your pardon for lying to you!"
You!’
Click a corner of the palace temple collapsed.
"I’ll do it!"
A sound from the far and near field instantly added a tall figure with flying hair and sharp eyes. It was Yan Guhong, the leader of the thieves.
Yan Guhong looked at the crowd and sneered, "Everyone pretends to be confused. It means that if you hold this knife, you will ask the people to vent their grievances. You noble families look down on all beings. Who has the courage to take this knife?"
"This knife is still coming from the old man!"
Mrs. Wang looked up and said, "What will the leader Yan give today and what will he do in the future?"
"That’s not easy?"
Yan Guhong’s eyes were cold. "Which makes this artifact dissatisfied with the old lady, the royal family, the aristocratic family and the dharma pulse, will destroy the ancestral temple and make heaven and man happy!"
Wang Fu silently raised his public opinion knife when he didn’t talk.
Yan Guhong held out her hand before striding, but looking at Wang Fu’s eyes, she gradually hesitated.
He suddenly sneered and retreated. "My husband doesn’t pay attention to anyone in the world who doesn’t have selfish desires to take this thing. It’s to trouble you to make a saint!"
Mrs. Wang turned her head and glanced around and coughed a few times. Her face became weaker and weaker. "Don’t you dare to take the knife?"
There was silence in front of the palace