"Master, what you mean is that Master Tiandao deliberately made such a decision, just to want the two tribes to never stop?"

"Isn't this obvious? If the thoughts and consciousness are not on the same level, they cannot communicate.

Without communication, conflicts will arise, and this dead knot will never be resolved."

With a chuckle, the old man continued, "You can imagine whether the teacher's words are right. Elementary school students will fight if they are immature and have a few words in a few words.

College students have more knowledge and understand the truth, but will be much tolerant when encountering problems.

Therefore, college students generally have conflicts and will not take action easily.

But what happens if primary school students stay with college students and become willful when primary school students become willful?"

"Cry, make a fuss, and hang yourself?"

"This is an ordinary primary school student. If it were just like this, the college student might just laugh it off and treat him like a child, and be tolerant.

But now, do primary school students have a gun in their hands?

So what should college students do?”

"Kill him!"

His eyes trembled, and Yang Feng blurted out: "If the gun is in the hands of the police, most people will not worry because they know that the police have self-control and understand the truth, and will not easily move the gun.

But if the gun is in the hands of elementary school students, everyone will be afraid because no one will think of when the primary school student will shoot, who will shoot at, and why.

The fear of unknown gives college students only two choices.

One is to snatch the gun, and the other is to kill the primary school students to ensure their safety.”

"That's the answer!"

With a loud laugh, the old man murmured: "Actually, the man said it right just now. If he is not my race, his heart will be different.

Why do you believe that a college student, a primary school student with a gun, will be different from other primary school students?

The two tribes are not at the same level of civilization, but have the same power. Of course, this contradiction is unsolvable."

After frowning slightly, Yang Feng thought about it, he said, "But why did Lord Tiandao do this?

We must make the two tribes powerful and powerful?”

"The superiors generally don't want the subordinates to be too united, otherwise they will not be able to sit in the upper seats, so they will naturally have to engage in some racial discrimination, regional discrimination, population discrimination, etc., to separate the cohesion below and divide it into it.

To avoid any trouble in one side, support from all sides and give headaches from above.

However, this may be the demands of your ancient gods, and it may not be necessary."

"How do you say this?"

"It's very simple. It's too dangerous for primary school students to use guns. There are only two solutions.

First, primary school students hand over the gun, and second, primary school students get out of the college students' territory.

The first solution is to let your ancient gods destroy their martial arts and give up their strength.

With your ancient gods' thoughts, you definitely don't want to do so, because the primary school student is weak, and if you hand over your strength, you will lack a sense of security.

Another solution is to leave here, so you will be even more reluctant.

If you created this place, you have to leave. Isn’t it a big loss?

So, there is still no solution!”

Alas! He sighed a long time, and Yang Feng couldn't help but lower his eyes. He was so naive.

Originally, he thought that the local gods had been chasing him because they didn't understand his character. When they found out that they were actually a person who was willing to seek justice for the people, not the kind of person who was domineering in the countryside, perhaps this knot would be untied.

But now it seems that the hatred between the two tribes is really objective and cannot be eliminated.

"Okay!"

Seeing his depressed look, the old man suddenly laughed and said, "To be honest, you are indeed different from other ancient gods who act recklessly and have only power in their eyes.

Your state of thought is now even if you are not a college student, you are considered a high school student, not a primary school student, hahaha.”

"Thank you for your praise, maybe it's because I was studying Jin Yong when others were reading Chinese, mathematics and English.

Although I am just a three-book, I understand that the greatest hero is to serve the country and the people.

Above the country, there are the people of the world.

Qiao Feng committed suicide outside Yanmen Pass, fulfilling the people of both tribes and being the highest level of heroes!”

"It is easy to say that sacrificing oneself to do the world, how many people in the world can do it?

The lower class has nothing, and maybe it can be done. The more the upper class rulers have, the less it is easier for them to do.

Finally, there is the lower-level low-end population, who worry about the country and the people, eat instant noodles and care about the emperor's heart, and can't change anything.

The upper rulers can change the world, but they are unwilling to change in order to protect their own interests, so the world gradually decays, just like the original earth of your ancient gods."

With a long sigh, the old man comforted: "Good disciple, don't think about those useless things."

My master knows that you have always been ambitious, but unfortunately, even in your ancient gods, you are still a small existence. Even if you elders cannot solve the problems you can't solve, you will be even more unable to solve.

You can eat your instant noodles well. Take out your magical glass to browse Weibo like a mad dog, and make a pointless complaint, and forget to be a keyboard warrior.”

With a slight twitch, Yang Feng curled his lips speechlessly.

I have long since lost the keyboard warrior’s style. I am determined to change the world now, hum.

"By the way, after saying so much, when will you take the time to help me open this seal?"

Immediately afterwards, the old man said again, and Yang Feng smiled in a silence: "I almost forgot that I haven't done the main thing yet. The key is that I don't know how to say these nine-character mantras."

"I'll teach you!"

Swish! For no reason, Yang Feng moved his hands by himself and immediately began to form the seal technique.

All the fighters were in front of the army! Yang Feng understood that this was the old devil who controlled his hands and was making seals. As the seal technique moved, nine yellow arrows immediately flew up, forming a circle, and stuck to the middle of the Resurrection Sect.

In an instant, a golden light filled the entire Purgatory, and the entire Resurrection Sect continued to shake.

"Okay, I can help you make the Nine-Character Mantra, but you have to release the Brahma seal yourself. Just cover the seal with the center of the gate."

"good!"

After a steady nod, Yang Feng thought about it, and the word "San" in his hand immediately emitted a strange fluctuation, and then he hit the center of the gate under Yang Feng's palm.

But at this moment, a loud shout rang out: "Yang Feng, die!"

Wow! A sound of breaking through the air came, and a terrifying momentum rushed from behind Yang Feng at a rapid speed. The Shura sword in his hand had already reached the back of Yang Feng's forehead.

"Be careful, this is the 197th level Shura God!"

The old man shouted loudly, Yang Feng was shocked, and quickly turned his hand to block it. The word "San" in his hand immediately collided with the Shura sword.

Puff! Almost in a moment, the Shura Knife suddenly turned into ashes.

How could it be?

His pupils couldn't help but shrink. The Shura God was stunned, but he saw that the word "San" in Yang Feng's hand suddenly became bigger, and he suddenly pressed down on his head like a hill.
Chapter completed!