My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Wheezing, heavy wheezing.

Luo Honghan rained like rain, killing the fifth rank, he almost exhausted all his strength.

IQ game, difference in means, seduction... Luo Hong, who can design all the means, has designed them all, and then he pierced the armor with one sword and killed the fifth rank.

The fifth rank, qi and blood transform into armor, has extremely strong defense power, and it is difficult to break through the armor.

If it wasn't for the fifty-six stacked swords, and the Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha impacted the opponent's consciousness and made the opponent relax his vigilance, otherwise, this stacked sword posture might not be able to break through the armor.

Fifth grade... is indeed a bit strong.

Luo Hong took a deep breath.

His expression was unprecedentedly dignified. The most important thing was that this fifth rank was a genius, but he was not the top talent in the Golden Tent Royal Court.

The difference between seventh-rank and sixth-rank is not that big. I easily killed Tuoba Bing, but a fifth-rank almost exhausted all my means.

The further you go, the bigger the difference in realm, because the more extraordinary power you have...

Standing up, he looked at the corpse of the five-rank barbarian.

Raising his hand, the Shazhu swords pierced around the opponent's neck turned into a stream of light and fell into his dantian.

With some expectations, Luo Hong tried to summon the evil shadow of the barbarian, but... failed without any accidents.

Three times in a row, the evil shadow of the barbarian man could not be summoned.

Even if Luo Hong took out Tuoba Bing's evil shadow and cheered him on, it was useless.

The probability of summoning evil shadows beyond two levels is indeed too low.

I didn't even ask for his name, he died worse than Tuoba Bing.

Luo Hongdao.

After that, he tore off the sheepskin fur of the big Hu man, stained it with blood, and wrote on it.

This person is good at archery, I should reward him——Luo Hong

After finishing writing, he stuffed the sheepskin fur back into the Hu man's body, and Luo Hong showed a strange smile.

Luo Hong speculated that the bodies of the geniuses who died in Jixia Academy would definitely be transported to Daping halfway up the mountain. When that time came...Wanyan Chegu would probably bleed half a catty when he saw it.

More or less can extract some evil.

Picking up the ancient sword Dijiao that was blown far away, in the distance, the thick fog cleared, revealing a stone path to continue climbing.

The wind blew, the peach blossom grove rustled, and some peach petals flew up, circling in the air, and landed on the corpse of the big Hu man.

And Luo Hong, who was dressed in white, continued to climb the stairs.

Stepping on the stone path, the injuries on his body, his energy and spirit, healed quickly.

The sword energy in the meridians in the body surged wildly, like a mountain torrent.

Luo Hong's swordsmanship cultivation base is actually between climbing the ladder, from the eighth-rank Waterfall Sword to the seventh-rank Potential Sword.

...

When the cultivation base reaches the fifth rank, there will be a qualitative change. Although it is not compared to the change in the life level of the second rank, but the fifth rank and below are all foundation building. Any kind of cultivation method will have a huge transformation when it reaches the fifth rank.

The fifth rank of sword cultivator is the sword of fate, the fifth rank of martial arts cultivator is Huajia, the fifth rank of Confucianism cultivator is the questioning heart, the fifth rank of Taoist cultivator is Dongxuan, the fifth rank of Buddhist cultivator is the little King Kong...

On the Daping halfway up the mountain, Blind Yuan was holding a bamboo pole, tilting his head, spreading knowledge to Zhao Donghan.

When the cultivation base reaches the fifth rank, it will have extraordinary characteristics... So, below the fifth rank, it is very difficult to kill the fifth rank.

After Zhao Donghan heard about it, the scar squirmed.

Isn't that young man very dangerous?

Blind Yuan stopped talking and just nodded.

In the distance, Wanyan Chegu with his eyes closed showed a sneer, An attack of the fifth rank, below the fifth rank, if you rub it, you will be seriously injured! Therefore, once encountering the fifth rank, Luo Hong will die.

Tuoba Bing's death hit him hard, but he still had hope that he would be able to see Luo Hong's body buried with Tuoba Bing.

On the Daping, Li Xiuyuan sat in a green shirt among the peach groves, with a strange look on his brows.

He glanced at Wanyan Chegu,

It's a half-smile.

On the stone path, there are constantly losers walking down lonely, and there are also corpses of the dead sliding down.

As soon as the body of the deceased fell into Daping, the guards would take the body away with a sullen face.

As for the corpses of those quacks, there will also be corpse collectors hired in advance to help collect them.

suddenly.

Wanyan Chegu who closed his eyes and rested his mind suddenly opened his eyes.

Terrifying aura spread out around his body.

In an instant, his figure flitted past afterimages on the spot, and appeared under the stone ladder.

On the stone ladder, a corpse in sheepskin fur slid down.

At first glance, it was the costume of a genius in the Golden Tent Royal Court.

There was disbelief in Wanyan Chegu's eyes, Tuobagu... is the fifth rank, not only the fifth rank of martial arts, but also the fifth rank of archer! How could he die?!

This is the first fifth rank of death.

Even if there were five ranks that were defeated before, they never died.

The thick blood made Daping, which was halfway up the mountain, suddenly become depressing.

Wanyan Chegu saw the handwriting on Tuobagu's sheepskin fur.

He took off the sheepskin fur...

Many people around looked over curiously. Some second-rank and first-rank dao protectors had amazing eyesight, and they also saw the contents on the sheepskin fur.

for a while...

The expressions of the people on the Daping changed, and some people didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Even sitting behind the archway, Li Xiuyuan among the peach trees shook his head speechlessly.

Killing is still killing...

This Young Master Luohong is a bit mean.

boom!

The terrifying vitality instantly tore the sheepskin fur to pieces.

Wanyan Chegu's face was icy cold, with an extremely huge murderous intent, humiliation... the ultimate humiliation!

Looking at Tuobagu's body on the ground, Wanyan Chegu raised his head and looked at the top of Dongshan Mountain with cold eyes.

Murderous intent surged, and he took a step forward and came to the archway.

He wanted to step into it, but Li Xiuyuan just looked at him calmly.

you try?

If Yelu Aguduo, the number one player in the Heavenly List of the Golden Tent Royal Court, comes in person, and you can try to climb this mountain, then forget it.

Li Xiuyuan said.

Wanyan Chegu calmed down instantly after hearing Li Xiuyuan's words.

His obsession with killing Luo Hong was so deep that he almost fell for that little thing. This is the Jixia Academy. Li Xiuyuan, a half-step Confucian immortal, is not something he can provoke, let alone a master in the palace on the top of the mountain. .

Wanyan Chegu was still timid.

Time passed bit by bit.

There are more and more monks who have failed, and their grades have gradually increased. Many of the fifth-rank monks have failed, and they walked down the stone path dejectedly.

At this moment, almost all the quacks were eliminated.

Most of the remaining people who continue to climb the mountain on the stone path are from famous families or from top families.

On the Daping, the murderous intent became more and more intense, so intense that it almost turned the sky into blood.

Wanyan Chegu's body trembled uncontrollably.

On the stone path, corpses slid down one after another.

They are all fifth ranks of the Golden Tent Royal Court, and the most important thing is... the corpses of these geniuses of the Golden Tent Royal Court will all have a message written by Luo Hong.

Live well, be rewarded, reward a whole corpse.

Wanyan Chegu looked at the corpses around him one after another, until finally he became numb.

He looked at Li Xiuyuan: Why do the geniuses of my Golden Tent Royal Court always meet Luo Hong?

Li Xiuyuan's green shirt was flying among the peach trees, holding a roll of bamboo slips and reading, listening to Wanyan Chegu's words, without raising his head.

Isn't that exactly what you thought?

Wanyan Chegu felt that he was about to suffer internal injuries from suffocation, gentle scholars were indeed not good things.

Luo Hong, who was dressed in fluttering white clothes and looked like a dog, kept pricking his heart.

This Li Xiuyuan is also a master of piercing hearts!

Wanyan Chegu... angry!

...

Dongshan Jixia Academy.

Deep in the palace, there is a small building called Spring Breeze.

In the small building, the fire is boiling, and the hot water in the burning teapot is boiling and tumbling.

Crash.

When the hot water is poured, the Biluo tea leaves are stretched out in an instant, and the greenery is blooming in the tea.

The tea is packed in it, and there are two cups of tea in the small building.

A cup of Master, a cup of waiting for others.

An old man fell like a thunderbolt, and the small building was shocked into a hurricane.

The old man sat next to the master, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

awkward.

It's still not as strong as Saibei's burning knife.

The old man said.

My lord was joking, how can tea and wine compare? The master smiled and poured another glass for the old man.

The old man stopped drinking tea, Master, my grandson... If you are talented, you can accept it.

After finishing speaking, the old man took out a pack of tea leaves from his wide sleeves without fumes.

This is the best Dazhou tribute tea that my daughter sent from Dazhou to the old man...

The master couldn't help laughing, this old man who knows how to kill and kill can actually bribe.

Your grandson's talent is not bad. If he can pass the written test, the old man will naturally be accepted as his apprentice, but... the most difficult thing for him now is how to pass the death gate of Wanyan Riehuo, the last one guarding the entrance.

Master said.

The old man snorted angrily: You bastard, what are you doing to give the barbarian a chance? The foreign race doesn't have a good thing, so you should kill it!

Your grandson almost killed all the geniuses in the Golden Tent Royal Court... Only Wanyan Liehuo is left guarding the gate.

The master was a little helpless, said.

Hearing this, the old man immediately smiled, Ah, my grandson is so awesome? Hey, like me.

The master glanced at the smiling old man, and shook his head: Lao Luo, you shouldn't have made a sound about Concubine Xuan Yu... You have caused trouble for nothing.

The old man's smile gradually faded, It's alright... More than one disaster will weigh you down. Besides, this old man just can't bear it. As the head of the dynasty, how can Emperor Xia marry a bearded girl? No matter what his reasons and difficulties... After all... It will chill the hearts of the soldiers who fought bloody battles with the Hu people in the frontier fortress.

The throne of the old man was piled up with corpses. The old man was their leader, so he has to stand up for them.

Besides, the purpose of Emperor Xia's marriage to this alien woman, I don't need to guess. Isn't it for the illusory longevity?

The master remained silent, holding up the teacup and drinking tea.

Long life... what is there to ask for, the longer you live, the more lonely and boring you are...

The old man drank the tea in one gulp, and the master, who was watching, poured another cup helplessly.

Back then, we fought for the Xia family, threw our heads and sprinkled our blood, and ended the troubled times of the Eighteen Kingdoms. Wasn't it for the people of Daxia to have a stable living environment...

But now, the Xia family has changed. Emperor Xia seeks longevity, and the crown prince... is not a good thing.

The old man drank the tea in one gulp, and the tea tasted like burning a knife.

And my Luo family is no longer the Luo family that was full of passion and dedication...

The world is not fair, so it will change the world... Unfortunately, my third son, that idiot, has no hope.

The old man held his teacup and murmured.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the master who was drinking tea slowly, and laughed wrinkled all over his face.

What do you think of my grandson?

PS: Dazhang, Monday, looking for a fresh recommendation ticket~