My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Quiet!

It was as if all the sounds in the world were cut into silence by that sword!

The setting sun was like blood, and the pulled lake surface seemed to be bleeding, and a white wave was rolling like a slender white snake, and it was hard to heal after a long time, it was a sword mark cut by a sword.

Although he never opened the lake with a sword, the entire Luoshen Lake was still shocked, and no one made a sound.

dead.

Just after the Sword Appreciation Conference was announced... one person died!

A rank five swordsman, a member of the Liu family in Beiling, and a swordsman from an old family in Jiangling Mansion, was beheaded with a single sword before his laughter disappeared.

All the bones sank into the lake, leaving only blood bubbling.

Heavy breathing lingers among the flower boats one after another.

On the huge flower boat in the center, Wei Qiansui folded his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and looked at the white-clothed swordsman standing on the lake, as light as snow.

So domineering.

With one sword, he killed a fifth-rank person, and beheaded the person who opened the sword appreciation conference.

With the momentum of thunder, there are no friendly greetings, no whispers, and the meeting is like a sword, which kills the soul.

This is the grandson of King Zhenbei, the son of Luo Rentu... Luo Hong.

Wei Qiansui looked at Luo Hong.

This was the first time he met Luo Hong, a young man who had messed up the imperial capital in the distant Anping County.

He even asked the prince to order a sword appreciation meeting, just to kill Luo Hong's young man.

The young man who killed his godson Wei Xian.

Sure enough... there is something.

Wei Qiansui smiled lightly.

One Xiao and one Jianping have been in business for fifteen years, are you talking about Luo Hongchen?

It's really a brilliant literary talent. It's worthy of Luo Hong who can win the name of Master's disciple in the written test.

Wei Qiansui nodded lightly.

Although the little eunuch behind him was unwilling, he had to admit that Luo Hong's poems were very good at the moment.

At least it crushed the poems that Liu Yuehua bought for one thousand taels before.

After a moment of silence, the uproar suddenly resounded, like boiling water after knowing it.

The white waves on the lake gradually healed without leaving any traces, as if the murder just now had never happened.

In the flower boat, one after another figure stood, staring at Luo Hong on the lake.

So arrogant, so domineering.

So happy!

Fifteen years of losing his reputation... Luo Hongchen died fifteen years ago, and his reputation as a madman back then has indeed disappeared.

Good poetry, good poetry!

A literati and Confucian scholar laughed freely while drinking.

It's Liu Caizi. His poetry has spread all over Jiangling, and he praises it. It seems that this poem is really good.

Is this the Luo family? So arrogant, so happy... killing people while reciting poems, and killing the Liu family's sword cultivator with one strike!

This is Luo Hong, the son of Luo Rentu! The purpose of this sword appreciation conference is for him!

Many people made rustling exchanges.

And behind the white jade stone fence by the lake, the quacks were completely boiling after sucking in the air-conditioning.

What is the purpose of their coming, isn't it just to watch the excitement, to watch a battle between dragons and tigers?

Many people are looking forward to Luo Hong's appearance, but in most people's minds, Luo Hong will not appear so early. If he wants to appear, he should wait until the middle and late stages of the Sword Appreciation Conference.

Show up with enough strength to push the Sword Appreciation Conference to the next level!

However, everyone was wrong.

Luo Hong didn't hide, nor did he wait until the middle and late stages of the meeting. As soon as he came, he directly got out of the carriage with his sword and killed people on the lake.

Dressed in white, the aura of Zhengyang is as bright as a rainbow.

Like a scorching sun, dazzling.

What are you hiding from?

hiding what?

Luo Hong stood on the lake with his hands behind his back, and the Chun Jun Sword was floating beside him.

There was sword energy, causing slight waves on the surface of the lake.

Luo Hong didn't hide, he came to the Sword Appreciation Gathering just to clean up a wave of evil, what's the point of hiding? How can you brush away the evil?

If you hesitate, you will lose, but if you are decisive, you will have a good harvest.

Like him thundering to kill Liu Yuehua with a sword,

The shocked and sad look in the other party's eyes before his death made Luo Hong feel that he was terribly bad, and felt a wave of crimes in his pocket.

As for the arrogance will be targeted, too early shot will be the target of public criticism.

How could Luo Hong care?

Come and kill one, anyway, there is no good thing in this sword appreciation conference.

By the lake, behind the white jade fence.

The carriage stopped quietly.

Blind Yuan leaned on the frame of the carriage, hugging the bamboo pole, although he couldn't see his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Luo Hong's poem shocked him quite a bit.

The emotions and regrets in the poems also aroused his emotions. He has been silent for ten years. If he hadn't settled his knot, he might have remained silent forever.

His insane reputation as gun king Yuan Chenggang back then will also become a regret in his mouth.

far away.

The eyes of the woman wearing a veil and carrying the violin case fluctuate, and there is an unconcealable excitement in the eyeballs.

She stared at the white clothes on the lake in a daze, and suddenly saw that magnificent figure back then.

One Xiao and one Jianping have been in business for fifteen years... Hongchen, is this your anger, your unyielding, your voice?

The woman inexplicably had a sore nose. How many people in the world knew about her crazy reputation back then?

Fifteen years have passed, how many people are left in the world who know Luo Hongchen? Even if he knew it, he just sneered.

Guixiang Building.

Chu Tiannan stared at the white-clothed swordsman on the lake, took a deep breath, and let out another breath.

What an irritable Mr. Luo.

Old Huang also had a strange expression on his face: This Luo Hong not only dared to come, but also was arrogant. What confidence does he have?

Jiangling is not Anping County.

What on earth is Luo Hong so arrogant about?

Lao Huang really couldn't figure it out, he didn't know, and neither did Chu Tiannan.

Chu Tiannan only knew that the moment Luo Hong drew out his sword, he was actually somewhat excited.

...

Hehe, so arrogant.

Son of Luo Rentu? It's all about killing a fifth rank, as arrogant as killing a land fairy...

The poetry is good, but the strength, heh, there is nothing to be arrogant about.

A faint voice resounded through the flower boats floating on the lake.

boom!

In the flower boat of the Liu family in Beiling, there was a roar resounding.

Luo Hong! This is a sword appreciation meeting, not a killing meeting. If you disagree with me, you will kill people! You are a murderer!

The next moment, the surface of the lake seemed to be swept up by a strong wind.

Among the flower boats, there was a second-rank master who made a move, and a sword sprang across, extremely sharp.

This is to kill Luo Hong directly with the force of thunder!

On the flower boat in the center.

Wei Qiansui held his hands behind his back, watching this scene with a half-smile, without any desire to make a move.

Kill Luo Hong?

Just what he wanted.

However, this sword brilliance hadn't approached Luo Hong, Yuan Xiazi held the bamboo pole and threw it slowly in the carriage.

The sword flower instantly shattered in the air, and a bamboo shadow fell down, hitting the flower boat fiercely, causing the Liu family's second rank who shot secretly in the flower boat to bleed from his mouth and nose instantly, and was nailed to the flower boat by the bamboo pole, dying.

The Sword Appreciation Conference has its own rules. Since you covet the Piaoxue Sword, you should be prepared to die. The rules are here. If my young master dies under the rules, then that's fine, but the rules stipulate You can only participate, and the second rank dares to make a move, I, Yuan Chenggang, are blind but not blind.

Blind Yuan said lightly.

His voice boomed loudly, as if God was furious.

One move seriously wounded and almost killed the second-rank sword cultivator, but it was an understatement like eating and drinking.

This is the power and influence of the masters of the Tianbang.

Wei Qiansui, is the old man right?

Yuan Chenggang tilted his head, and said to Wei Qiansui who was holding his hands behind his back on the flower boat in the center.

Wei Qiansui had a smile on his fair and beardless face, with his index finger and middle finger pinching the white hair hanging from his ears, he smiled faintly: Of course.

After that, there is not much to say.

Luo Hong's expression was calm, the attack of the second grade did not cause any change in his expression, he was still chic with his hands behind his back.

He glanced at Wei Qiansui and laughed, unscrupulously.

My Uncle Luo Hong, a peerless genius, even if he dies, can his sword be taken by trash?

I, Luo Hong, have no skills, and my strength is also low, only the fifth rank.

However, today, I, Luo Hong, will let go of my harsh words here. If I want Piaoxue Sword, if I want to become Piaoxue Sword Master, I will be ready to die.

Using this lake as a challenge, my son will fight for life and death today. The rules are still the same. Anyone below the second rank can come to fight!

Defeat me, kill me, and you will get the Piaoxue Sword!

In the next moment, the eyes were like torches, and the aura of Zhengyang was like the roar of a scorching sun, and a huge Zheng character appeared above the head.

Luo Hong glanced at all the flower boats on the lake, and they landed on the lakeside, bustling with people.

He shouted loudly: You guys, how dare you?!

dare?

Do you dare? !

I, Luo Hongcai, rank five, an incomparably weak fifth rank!

The battle of life and death is over, come and kill me quickly, don't be afraid, come boldly!

Luo Hong raised his chin slightly, staring at the audience.

Contempt!

laugh!

The loud words, but the audience was extremely quiet.

Even Wei Qiansui was a little stunned, never expecting Luo Hong to make such a decision.

This decision is crazy.

Even though Luo Hong was the second in the yellow list, the second place in the yellow list was quite a lot of water. After all, Zhen Yeluce and Chu Tiannan were defeated by foreign objects.

Luo Hong's own strength was only rank five, even if Yelu Ce and Chu Tiannan were here, they would not dare to speak such nonsense.

After all, entering the third rank is tantamount to entering the upper rank monk level, which is a state of metamorphosis.

The third rank is a mixed realm, the weak may be really weak, but the strong... may be really strong and terrifying!

This time, Luo Hong was really arrogant!

Among the many flower boats, the breath was floating and sinking. Such arrogance and arrogance really made many people unable to bear the excitement.

What's more, those who came to participate in the Sword Appreciation Conference this time were originally to watch the Luo family's jokes, and to give the prince face and embarrass the Luo family's face.

Since Luo Hong arrogantly put down the life-and-death fight.

Then in the life-and-death competition, if Luo Hong was killed openly and aboveboard, the Luo family would have nothing to say!

On the carriage, blind Yuan was stunned.

Young master...becoming a demon again.

However, Blind Yuan fell silent, maybe the young master really has the confidence.

In the past, the young master was fighting against the fourth rank, but now, maybe he can also fight against the third rank...

It should be... yes.

What an arrogant Mr. Luo.

Life and death competition? You can go up to the second rank and below, do you think you are invincible at the third rank?

Little fifth grade, it's ridiculous.

Sneering sounds lingered from all directions.

boom!

Among the flower boats, someone set off first, took a step forward, the lake surface boiled suddenly, and a water column rushed up, this person stepped on the water column, his eyes were cold and arrogant.

He threw a piece of poetry at the eunuch on the flower boat in the center.

However, Shiwen has not yet entered the head of the eunuch, Luo Hong glanced at it, raised his hand, and his sword roared.

There was a snort.

The paper on which the poems were written exploded immediately and was twisted into fine pieces.

With my poems in front, who dares to write poems?

Your poems are also worthy of my uncle's sword?

Luo Hong laughed.

As soon as the words came out, many literati and poets in the flower boat present looked extremely ugly, embarrassed, and angry, but they had nothing to say.

Indeed, if it is not as good as Luo Hong's poems, if you dare to use them, it will only be ridiculous.

The gifted Liu raised his head and poured wine, laughing loudly: Good poems, good poems, I've sealed my pen, I can't match it.

The complexions of the literati and poets around changed slightly, they were all cursing, what is this talented Liu doing?

Always raise the ambitions of others and destroy your own prestige? !

Luo Hong also had a strange expression on his face, this talented Liu is such an excellent fan... huh? My own?

The person who stepped on the water column had an ugly expression on his face.

Fuck!

Those are the poems that Lao Tzu spent three thousand taels of silver on you!

You can't speak directly of Luo Hong's poems.

I bought a loneliness for three thousand taels? !

For a moment, this person looked at Luo Hong with a colder look.

It seemed that he had sensed the other person's eyes.

Luo Hong pressed down with his sword finger, and the Chun Jun sword was hanging by his side, breathing out the cold sword energy.

People are going to die, why do you still care about money?

Under the sword of Luo Hong, if you don't kill the unknown, report your name.

Luo Hongdao.

The burly man who stepped on the water column suddenly laughed.

I'm here, Jiangling Zhou family, Zhou Hai! Martial Cultivator Rank 4 Tiangang Realm!

After the words fell, stepping on the waves, the waves splashed and exploded.

Luo Hong quickly wrote down the person's name on the human skin booklet, and put it away contentedly.

Looking at Zhou Hai who came riding the waves, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

I'm not even a swordsman, so come to fight for the sword?

Life and death are also here to join in the fun, you idiot?

Luo Hong pouted.

The martial arts of the fourth rank Tiangang realm are indeed very strong.

but……

When I was at the sixth rank, I was able to chase down the peak of the fourth rank, Yeluce.

Now the fifth grade, can it be regressed?

Luo Hong originally thought that there would be a third grade.

However, the first to come out was actually a fourth grade...

Tsk, look down on who? !

Luo Hong's eyes froze instantly.

The spirit flower in the Meixin Niwan palace trembled, as if it was emitting endless pollen.

The next moment, the Hundred-Handed Evil Buddha!

hum...

Luo Hong stood still, and a figure of Buddha holding flowers appeared faintly behind him.

Zhou Hai's figure stepping on the water column suddenly fell into dementia, and his spirit was in a trance for a while.

And Luo Hong raised his sword.

The evil beads emerged all over his body, and the evil beads turned into swords.

Turning into a black sword light, the tip of the sword pointed at the sky, roaring into the sky.

After that, Luo Hong put one hand behind his back, and slowly pressed down with the sword finger in the other hand.

The sky seemed to be torn apart.

On the surface of Luoshen Lake, the setting sun is like blood.

A black sword mountain seems to be the Kunlun fairy mountain falling out of thin air.

Sword Kunlun!

Zhou Hai recovered from the mental awe of the Hundred-Handed Evil Buddha, and suddenly his eyes were tearing apart.

With a sharp howl, the Gang Qi rushed up majesticly, and punched towards Jianshan with a fist!

Open it for me!

The roar exploded, stirring the surface of the lake.

He wants to break the sword mountain with his strength.

He is a fourth rank, physically strong, he can do it!

Flesh and blood hit Jianshan with a fist while whistling.

Then, there is no more.

The roar stopped abruptly.

Zhou Hai's body was crushed by the sword mountain and instantly exploded into countless pieces of meat, flying in all directions...

Jianshan disappeared, leaving only a piece of blood and wreckage, like rain falling on the lake.

Luo Hong was directly on the lake, with the Shazhu sword floating on his shoulders.

He sat down cross-legged, amidst the shimmering light, there seemed to be the afterglow of the setting sun, like a dream.

On the surface of the lake, a faint voice floated.

Come again.

Next person.

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