The Six Paths controlled the demon statue of desire ghost, turned around and rushed towards where Han Hui was.

Han Hui gritted her teeth: "Are you worthy of being called a monk? Don't even think about making a comeback!"

"Tide of thought? Hell!"

The terrifying spiritual power bloomed, and a demon with a powerful aura and a terrifying shape appeared, killing towards the six paths.

I saw six glaring eyes, the demons of desire were like fierce ducks, one was kicking the shadow of the evil ghost, raised his hand to summon, the six evil dragons of desire rushed towards him, and combined into a giant evil dragon Gatling.

Fire hard!

"Everyone will die for Tao Ye! Hahahaha~"

"Da da da da da~"

Dragon breath bombs composed entirely of powerful desires were continuously sprayed out, flashing blue light, causing dust to fly around, and the shrouds on his body were floating, blowing up the evil ghosts that came up one by one.

Wu Li and Snow Owl were stunned.

You really learned something from Ren Jie, right?

Physical transcendence, you?

If you go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures, you don't even need the monkey to escort you. You can carry the evil dragon Gatling to the West by yourself, right?

The little monk of the Six Paths has risen strongly and has completely let himself go, but Wen Muzhi has been bullied.

The golden houses derived from the sage's book were all smashed to pieces by Han Hui's imaginary heavenly soldiers.

The ancient sages behind him recited poems and poems, which made their mouth dry and tongue-tied, but they could not suppress Han Hui's illusion.

I saw the soldiers on that day grabbed the sage book in Wen Mu's hand, tore it into pieces, kicked Wen Mu to the ground, and kicked him in a circle.

If it weren't for the protection of Weiyang Divine Realm, Wen Muzhi would have been beaten to death countless times.

I heard Tianbing sneer and say: "You said you read the book of sages, what's the use of reading it?"

"Reciting poems to compose poems is of no use. Those stinky scholars who have been dead for who knows how many years, don't let them come out and embarrass themselves!"

"You read a lot of books, right? Does the book teach you how to deal with this situation?"

As he spoke, the heavenly soldiers kicked him harder. The man Wen Mu was kicked to the ground was covered in blood, and his face was full of humiliation.

Looking at the torn and trampled sage book, the anger in Wen Mu's chest burned...

"An ancient saying goes, if a gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands, I can't beat you with my hands, and I can't shake you with my words..."

"Then...this scholar also knows a little bit about dirty language!"

"Everyone who steps on a horse will be beaten by me!"

Following Wen Mu's loud shout, billowing righteousness burst out from his chest, and the heavenly soldiers kicking around Wen Mu's circle seemed to be hit by an invisible force, and they all rolled and flew backwards.

Wen Muzhi stood up with angry eyes, flicked his sleeves, pointed at Han Hui's nose and cursed.

"Look at what you look like? Cannonball's head is cracked by lightning. If you think about it, if the water inside comes out, the sea level will rise by three meters!"

"With such a big head, your IQ is still at the level of prenatal education, right? With such a loud mouth and such a loud mouth, what you ate in the morning must be shit, right?"

"You can't be found on Baidu, but you can be found on Sogou. It's completely redundant for you to pretend to be cool. You don't have to pretend at all, because you are a cool person!"

"You're wasting air when you're alive, and you're wasting land when you're dead. God should hang you and tuck you to death!"

At this moment, Wen Muzhi was cursing loudly, without even stopping.

Wu Li and Snow Owl both looked at Wen Muzhi with confused expressions.

Damn it, what on earth is this explosive dirty talk? Did it really come from Wen Muzhi's mouth?

Is he really a scholar?

However, a terrifying scene happened. Every time Wen Muzhi cursed, everything he said would take effect.

Not only did a cannon really hit the demon leader behind Han Hui, but there were even thunderbolts falling on his head, causing holes in his eyes to spurt out water.

Han Hui even smelled a foul smell. A strange smell spread in her mouth and rushed into her nose. She raised her hand and wiped something indescribable.

"Uh-huh~"

This immediately made Han Hui feel sick and vomited. Not only that, an even more terrifying scene happened.

I saw thousands of long guns with two magazines emerging from the void, falling towards Han Hui at high speed.

Wu Li, Snow Owl, and even Liu Dao were all shocked. Wasn't it... just saying that something was coming, could the sky really mean something?

Can this thing really be broadcast?

If Yuankou was not blocked and the live broadcast signal was interrupted, the live broadcast room of the Demon Hunter General Institute would have to be blocked, right?

This frightened Han Hui so much that her face turned pale.

"Nah! These...these are some filthy things. Don't come here. Don't get close to me. Ugh~"

"You...how can you say such disgusting swear words? Do you deserve to be called a scholar?"

Wen Mu said angrily:

"What's wrong with scholars? If I reason with virtuous people, naturally I have to lower my moral standards when I talk to immoral people!"

"To deal with you, reciting poems and writing poems is so fucking redundant. Just spray it out, and all your gorgeous words will be useless!"

"You have a numb arm, ancient sage! Scold him!"

Following Wen Mu's order, all the phantoms in the sky were seen with bright eyes and energy.

I saw an old man with a white beard in ancient costume, rolling up his arms and sleeves, flicking his beard, taking a deep breath and shouting angrily:

"I knock on the mud puddles, I knock on the mud, I knock on the mud, I knock on the whole family, I knock on the mud, I knock on the ancestors, they dance on the graves and laugh haha~"

A man with a sword and a flagon in his hat yelled: "There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and there are two pairs of shoes on the floor. Your wife is lying on the bedside, lowering her head and tearing off her crotch!"

There was also a man in cloth who said angrily: "I'm sleeping in the spring and I don't wake up. Mosquitoes bite you everywhere. They buzz at night and bite you specially!"

There was even an old man carrying a hoe who said angrily: "The boys in Nancun bullied you for being so weak. They took off your clothes and beat your brother. They beat you into the bamboo with a violent blow. Your face was swollen and fractured and you couldn't breathe. They knocked you to the ground and kicked you!"

If only three or five are fine, the key point is that there are hundreds of ancient sages, each of whom can curse better than the last, and they all rhyme. Who can cure this?

Just from the content of the scolding, you can tell how miserable Han Hui was.

Wu Lixue Owl and the others looked at the ancient sages in the sky with shocked faces.

No...how come what they said is different from what we learned in the books?

You return me the Poet Immortal, return me the Poet Saint?

With his profanity skills, even if Ren Jie comes, he has to say that he has met his match, right?

Can't you tell that Wen Muzhi, who is usually gentle and gentle, can be so violent when he scolds people?

Wen Muzhi put his hands on his hips and said, "Do you think the only things that have been handed down from ancient times to the present are poems and songs?"

"Filthy words are often spread more widely than poems and songs. They are passed down by word of mouth. The curses of the Great Xia Dynasty have been passed down to this day. From three-year-old children to ninety-year-old ladies, no one knows it! So what about the dross?"

"As a scholar, if you can't appreciate both the refined and the popular, how can you still be called a scholar?"

"Looking at the whole world, my country, Daxia, ranks second in terms of scolding. Who dares to rank first?"

"Come and scold me if you don't accept it! I, Wen Muzhi, have to spray you to death today. I'm not alone!"

At this moment, a look of pride appeared on Wen Muzhi's face.

Wu Li covered his face, damn! What on earth are you so proud of?

Of course you are not alone. You are scolding the ancient sages together, right?
Chapter completed!