He touched Andrew's head with his broad and strong palms, and a kind smile appeared on his face.
Andrew said respectfully: "Student, remember."
I was really afraid that this scary teacher would crush my head!
That incredible power...
At this moment, the whole place was silent.
Everyone looked in disbelief, still immersed in the battle just now.
They still can't understand it.
How could a scholar just push the descendant of the mighty god of power to the ground and beat him!
Moreover, why is this scholar so powerful!
Shouldn’t we be helpless?
Those terrifying muscles, the ferocious "benevolent" back, and the aura exuding made the air distort!
You call this a scholar?
"Everyone, ahem," a host said with a complicated face: "As you can see, the Confucian sage of Daxia, with his crushing power, pushed the descendant of the god of power into the ground and beat him... I am very
I wonder if Andrew, who became his disciple, was conquered by his principles or defeated by him..."
"But today I finally understand the power of knowledge."
"Also, everyone, please don't mess with the scholars of Daxia in the future."
"Otherwise, if someone takes off their clothes, they might directly become your teacher, beating you and reasoning with you at the same time..."
"Speaking of which, I am increasingly suspecting that this battle is actually a apprenticeship ceremony planned by the Alliance of Gods..."
All the spectators present were confused at this time.
The global audience was also confused.
The result of this battle was really unexpected.
I originally thought it was a crushing force.
As a result, now...it is indeed a crushing force.
However, in everyone's previous imagination, Andrew, who was as strong as a bull, should have pinned the Confucian God of Great Xia to the ground and hammered him.
But he never expected that after the Confucian God of Great Xia took off his Confucian shirt, he was dressed in terrifying muscles and inhumane, and he directly beat Andrew with his hands.
However, the audience in Daxia were not surprised at all.
"It's normal for the descendants of the God of Power to be unable to defeat our Confucian God."
"Yes, who said that scholars are powerless?"
"Our Six Arts of Gentleman are not just playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, they also include archery and horse riding..."
"That is, the master who founded Confucianism was a big boss who led three thousand subordinates among the countries, opened the city gates with his bare hands, and made the kings listen to his reasoning. When he was alive, it was the Spring and Autumn Period. After his death,
, the countries have just entered the Warring States Period..."
Confucius.
He is nine feet six inches tall, one foot 23.1 centimeters in the Western Han Dynasty, and two meters tall.
The strength of Confucius is the gateway to the whole country.
He can drive a chariot, ride a horse and shoot arrows, has a sword on his waist, holds a heavy bamboo slip in his hand, and carries five carts of books with him... So, wouldn't it be great for the current Confucian God of Great Xia to defeat a descendant of a god of strength?
Is it normal?
at the venue.
"waste!"
Seeing Andrew being carried away on a stretcher, Brenda gritted her teeth.
Other gods also looked down upon him.
"When this guy came on stage just now, he kept saying he would never kneel!"
"In the end, he just knelt down and became a disciple!"
"Spineless!"
But this time, their angry curses were much quieter than before.
After all, after four consecutive defeats, Andrew and Vera, the god of fire, had already been taken away by ambulance.
As for Berkeley, the son of Pluto, and Dennis, the descendant of angels, who are still present... let alone scolding, they are now searching for Chinese food on their mobile phones, looking like they are eager to go there!
Brenda took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay."
"Only four games."
"The first three times were just because those Daxia people targeted us, so it is normal for us to lose."
"This battle is because no one expected that the scholars of Daxia would have such power!"
"We were misled."
"These four failures prove nothing."
"It's just the people of Daxia who are cunning and cunning. Human beings, huh, that's all they can do!"
Brenda looked at the other gods and said in a deep voice: "Now, it's time for humans to see our power!"
"As long as we win everything next, we will still be the descendants of gods who are superior to humans!"
In her eyes, the thunder surged more and more.
And the other side.
Mo Zi turned around and stepped on the bird, rising into the sky again.
Lin Fan looked at the terrifying muscles and said with a complex expression: "Before, I only knew that your virtue conquers others, but you didn't know that your fist is called virtue."
He also didn't expect that Mo Zhi's fighting style had become so weird.
The elegant and elegant scholar who wrote with a pen has disappeared...
"I'm just kidding. I'm mainly trying to reason with some people. I have to calm them down first..." Mo Zhi said as he put on a loose Confucian shirt again.
He is in a good mood.
Spreading knowledge is really a joyful thing.
Zhang Chengfeng on the side didn't even bother to check...Injured? Is this really possible?
The compassionate master and Dao Wanqian on the side looked envious.
"The Confucian sect has actually accepted disciples here... Amitabha," Master Compassion stood up with one hand and said: "My Buddhist sect is also willing to accept many disciples and take root in the European countries."
"In the next battle, let the poor monk come first. It's time for my Mahayana Buddhism to spread here and save all sentient beings."
Dao Wanqian also had a longing look on his face: "It's time for our Taoist sect to grow again. I'll come after I show compassion to my master!"
They have completely regarded this place as an opportunity to recruit disciples and develop their master sect!
"Okay." Lin Fan was not worried about the fighting prowess of these two men, and immediately said: "Master Compassion, you go first."
"Amitabha, very good."
"The poor monk will come back as soon as he goes!"
The compassionate master laughed, shouted the Buddha's name, and jumped out before the wooden bird could land!
The Buddha's light in the brocade cassock is endless, and the majestic Buddha's aura shines with golden light, like a soft cloud, dragging the compassionate master straight down.
Compassion and mercy.
The moment he landed on the hill, a breath of compassion rushed out instantly, and the Buddha's aura soared into the sky, turning into a swastika golden wheel.
There are even more auspicious clouds rising and the Buddha's light shining brightly!
Behind him, a hundred-meter-long statue of a Bodhisattva with kind brows and eyes closed was just like a compassionate guru leaning on a stick and lowering his head, with one hand raised.
"Amitabha."
The compassionate master's voice echoed, "Dear donors, who would like to be ordained and become a monk and enter my Buddhist door?"
Master Compassion completely regarded this as accepting a disciple...
Brenda frowned.
She had heard of Daxia Buddhism.
Be compassionate.
But the force is also extremely strong!
The compassionate guru exuded a thick aura all over his body, just like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, and the Buddha's light around him faintly condensed into a golden bell!
She didn't know who to let go against such an opponent for a moment!
It seems that only you can win steadily!
But I have to deal with that Shura God!
But just when Brenda hesitated.
"Haha, mercy?"
A laugh rang out.
A girl wearing a white gauze with a holy face slowly stood up and said softly: "I will fight in this battle!"
