"Master," a Taoist priest who was following Wen Fei, whispered: "It's not good to get things frozen. After all, these are all officials of the court. Why not stop here! Wait for the officials to make a decision." The man who advised Wen Fei was the disciple of Liu Hunkang of Maoshan.

Stop? Wen Fei sneered. At this time, stop. Where will I put my face on the Tianshi Master? When it is heard, I will be laughed to death by someone!

Although Wen Fei does not understand politics and is not very clear about the dangers contained in the situation in front of him. However, he has intuitively felt that he must not give in to this scene now.

Wen Fei's reputation in the Northern Song Dynasty was based on an omnipotent foundation. If he had been tragically shattered in front of these officials from Jiezhou today, then it would be a huge blow to his reputation if it was spread...

On the contrary, no matter how big Wen Fei is in Jiezhou, Zhao Ji's son would not care too much about it. A god? What's the god who is not just doing whatever he wants and is called a god? What's more, Zhao Ji himself has a kind of protection of his son. People around him can never be bullied!

Wen Fei didn't think about these twists and turns. However, many successful people in the world are not the kind of people who have made plans, think clearly about everything in all aspects, and then start the act. At most, they are just Yuan Shao. The more they think, the more they are concerned about and will be held. In the end, they often have a name that is easy to make plans.

Many times, things are determined by talent from countless complex situations and intuition to embark on the most correct path! Wen Fei has always had this ability!

Many times, his choices seem reckless and rude, but they are all straight in one shot. With one stroke, the mess will be cut open!

Therefore, Wen Fei never thought that there was a possibility of stopping. He just thought about how to kill all the officials from Jiezhou. Even if they were arrested, he would go to Zhao Ji to sue slowly. A grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Wen Fei touched the pistol in his arms. There was an assault rifle in his carriage... If it really didn't work, he had to kill someone first and talk about what happened in the future!

With that, Wen Fei suddenly remembered that luck was not just for monsters and monsters. These imperial officials were all court members and had the spirit of the court. Speaking of which, although Wen Fei had a very high official position, he was treated by Zhao Ji as a teacher. However, he had no administrative position and could not control these officials of Jiezhou, so they dared to treat Zhao Ji like this. If Cai Jing was here and wanted to arrest them in one sentence, no one would dare to have the idea of ​​fighting with force! This involves the power of fame!

However, with the treasure jade pendant, Wen Fei could not move their official positions, but could directly erase their luck. Seeing that without the official spirit, would their official positions still be stable? In an instant, Wen Fei felt ruthless.

With the jade pendant, Wen Fei's luck was suddenly blessed by the imperial guards around him.

Originally, he could have directly subverted the Yan Ding and the officials of Jiezhou, and directly suppressed their luck. Even the three fires made them make mistakes and collapse. He had tried this kind of thing several times. However, luck is mysterious and difficult to describe, and Wen Fei wanted to try other uses.

However, great luck came to these imperial guards, and they did not see them transform into super Saiyans as if they had taken stimulants. They did not even increase their morale, and they were still beaten by the salt dicks and ran away with their heads in their arms...

Wen Fei was so angry that he could not stand up to the wall. These imperial guards were really bad. With the blessing of luck, the three fires began to flourish, especially the second-class people in Fushou were even more burning. However, these imperial guards lacked backbone and could not play their advantages. It seems that luck is not omnipotent!

Wen Fei felt ruthless. The soldiers still gave their luck so badly. I wonder what if these officials from Jiezhou were deprived of their luck?

When the thought moved, the first thing was Hu Rong's luck standing like a pillar above his head. Suddenly he was cut off by an invisible big knife.

Hu Rong was sternly commanding the yamen runners and surrounded the imperial guards. This man was brave enough to do it, and he was going to do it. He simply arrested Wen Fei, the demonic Taoist, first. He first reported him to a disturbing place, peeled his pants, and directly beat dozens of boards. Then he used a prison cart and beat drums to send it to Tokyo City. He stripped Wen Fei, the demonic Taoist's shamelessness, and the officials still believed him?

But at this moment, for no reason, his heart darkened. He suddenly felt that his heart was empty, as if something precious had disappeared all of a sudden...

Then not only Hu Rong, but also every official of Jiezhou Jieyan Envoy, all the same feeling came to his heart. He felt inexplicably in his heart. He felt a gloomy mood. These dozens of officials, both big and small, were all local tyrants, but in the eyes of the court, they were just middle and low-level officials. They were far lower than super-quality figures like Wen Fei, so they easily deprived everyone of their official spirit with the jade pendant.

Wen Fei was watching how things would happen with a slight gaze? But one of the imperial guards shouted sternly: "Brothers, I don't believe that these salt dicks dare to rebel. We must know that we are a patrol for the emperor!"

As he said that, without waiting for the reaction of the other imperial guards, he shone out his waist knife, stepped on his two long legs, and cut over the two salt dices, but he was still unrestrained. The pungent bloody smell spread, which made the imperial guards and Jiezhou stunned.

After fighting for so long, both sides were still relatively restrained and did not dare to take action. After all, both sides were both people of the same system, and they were not enemies of us. But at this time, they were all fierce and cut off two salt dices in one go. For a moment, both sides were stunned.

But hesitated without hesitation. He seemed to be very different from those imperial guards who had wine bags. He had good martial arts skills and rushed straight to Hu Rong. Before everyone could react, the steel knife was already on Hu Rong's neck and shouted: "Okay, okay, the officials of Jiezhou are all driving Yan Ding to rebel. He is nǎinǎi, who dares to move? I will chop off the dog head of this thief's bird!"

Wen Fei's eyes lit up. Seeing this little girl, although she was young, she didn't look very majestic. She looked very ordinary and no one could recognize her. But she didn't expect that this guy was so cruel and rude, and she had the style of our Wen Fei Shangfu. Wen Fei admired her very much.
Chapter completed!