Xianji

When the sky in the east had just turned pale, Luo Tian had already sneaked back to Luo's house, first went back to the residence in the other courtyard to change clothes, and after washing up, Luo Tian walked towards the square.

"Tiexiancao six qian, Mengxianhua two liang, Huang Jing five qian, golden mulberry vine four qian..."

From the residence of Luotian Bieyuan to the square, the medicine house is a must pass.Everyone in the Luo family knew that the three alchemists that the Luo family had hired with great effort were enshrined in the medicine house. Open your eyes to bother them.

The sound came into his ears, and Luo Tian couldn't help but slow down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an old man with gray hair walking around in circles in the courtyard of the medicine house. hair.

Even the flaws in the formula of Qingling Pill cannot be seen.Luo Tian sighed softly in his heart, then walked away quickly.

At the same time, the old man in the Yaolu courtyard seemed to be aware of looking at Luo Tian's receding figure, and only after realizing that it was only a black-haired kid, he quickly looked away and continued to mutter to himself.

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In the square, all the disciples of the Luo family focused on their expressions and practiced martial arts completely ecstatically, in order to raise their cultivation base to the level of a fifth-rank powerhouse as soon as possible.

In an inconspicuous corner, Luo Tian frowned slightly, stabbing a sword in the air from time to time, sometimes very stagnant, sometimes light and fast.

The zhenqi in Luo Tian's body slowly poured into the long sword, and he flicked the blade with his fingers, only to hear a very slight buzzing sound from the long sword, which lingered incessantly.A layer of misty brilliance appeared on the sword body in a short-lived manner.

I see.Luo Tian withdrew his true energy. In his opinion, the Luo family's secret skill of choosing a sword and recognizing the master should be a relatively low-level blood refining and immortal cultivation technique.Even the lowest level is enough to be proud of the world.From this point of view, it is too modest to say that the Luo family's secret sword skills are invincible at the same level of cultivation.

With Luo Tian's sharp eyesight, he could see through the mystery at a glance.

Suddenly, there seemed to be some commotion and chaos in the square, and the disciples of the Luo family who were originally practicing quietly began to whisper.

Luo Tian followed everyone's line of sight, and saw Luo Ping, the old butler of the Luo Mansion, respectfully leading two men and a woman towards the hall of Luo's house.

"Xiao Tian, ​​the Patriarch is calling you to the hall." Luo Yunhai's voice rang in Luo Tian's ears, and Luo Tian immediately saw Uncle Liu's obviously unnatural facial expression, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

In the Luo family hall, guests and hosts are seated at this moment, and the head of the family, Luo Yuntu, sits at the head, talking and laughing happily with the visiting middle-aged man.Sitting below him are naturally the three Luo family children who are not qualified to participate in the training among the direct children. A man and a woman sitting opposite them, with proud smiles on their faces, glanced at the person sitting at the end from time to time. The young man with an unusually calm face was full of contempt.

Luo Tian, ​​who was in the last seat, looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, as if everything outside of him had nothing to do with him.

"Brother Zhang is probably not coming here this time to visit Luo, an old friend, is it so simple?" After the polite words were over, Luo Yuntu laughed straight to the point.

As the steward of Fengleimen's inner court, Zhang Shiqing is naturally tactful and sophisticated, he pretended to be angry, and said with a sullen face: "You and I have been friends for more than [-] years, is it possible that Brother Luo still doubts the sincerity of my younger brother?"

"Brother Zhang is laughing at you." Luo Yuntu meaningfully glanced at the boys and girls sitting peacefully under Zhang Shiqing, "I wonder if these two handsome boys are?"

Zhang Shiqing slapped his forehead, and laughed aloud: "Look at my memory! I even forgot to introduce you to Brother Luo, please don't be offended by Brother Luo."

With a look on his face, Zhang Shiqing shouted with a straight face: "You two should meet Uncle Luo soon!"

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but Uncle Luo's demeanor is even better than before! My nephew Duanmuyu is polite here."

Luo Yuntu smiled lightly and nodded, and said: "Nephew, you don't have to be so polite. I didn't expect that little guy back then to grow to such an extent now, no wonder Uncle Yu didn't recognize you at a glance."

"The little girl, Mu Yunyao, met Uncle Luo." The remaining round-faced girl was dressed in a pink dress, with a slim figure and a beautiful face, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Among the three immediate descendants of the Luo family present, except for Luo Tian, ​​the other two stared straight at him.

"Mu? Could it be that..." Luo Yuntu's complexion changed slightly, and he lowered his voice and said to Zhang Shiqing.

Zhang Shiqing nodded with a wry smile, "That's right, it's the eldest lady."

Luo Yuntu couldn't help but gasp when he heard that.

Almost at the same time, Duanmu Yu got up and saluted respectfully, "Uncle Luo, it is really an unfeeling invitation for my nephew to come to the Luo family this time."

"Nephew has something to say, but it's okay to say it."

"My little nephew begs Uncle Luo to make the decision to marry Luo Qinghe to my little nephew."

As soon as Duanmuyu said this, apart from Luo Yuntu, the expressions of the three Luo family children sitting at the bottom all changed.Luo Qinghe's lineage has been a branch of the Luo family for countless generations, and the blood relationship has long since faded, but she is still a member of the Luo family.What's more, among the young children of the Luo family, there are many who secretly admire Luo Qinghe, the proud daughter of heaven. How could it be possible for the fat water to flow to outsiders?

Since Luo Tian entered the door, it was the first time that Luo Yuntu saw strange emotions on the face of his youngest son who had recently changed his personality. After taking a deep look at Luo Tian, ​​he pondered for a long time. With this great temptation, he decided to fight for the hopeless happiness for his poor little son.

"You deserve it too?"

Before Luo Yuntu could speak, the sixth elder brother Luo Qingquan, who was sitting next to Luo Tian, ​​jumped up and shouted angrily.

"Beat me first." Immediately afterwards, to Luo Yuntu's surprise, Luo Qingxuan, who has always been known for his calmness, stood up proudly, "Let me see if you have enough money to marry Qinghe."

"Nonsense!" Luo Yuntu shouted angrily, "You two get out of here!"

"It's okay." Duanmu Yu, who was dressed in white, still smiled politely, "Uncle Luo, how about asking my nephew to ask the two brothers for advice first?"

"I'll come first!" A gust of fragrant wind rushed over, and Mu Yunyao stood in the center of the hall, standing irregularly on her feet, showing her imposing manner.

Luo Yuntu wanted to refuse at first, because the fighting contests were all swords without eyes, and he couldn't explain who was injured on both sides.But Mu Yunyao and her daughters are all gone. If they refuse again, the Luo family will be thought to be afraid of a little girl, and it will inevitably be embarrassing.

"Click and stop." Luo Yuntu looked solemn, and he also wanted to see what was so extraordinary about the younger generation of Fengleimen, one of the two major sects in the Great Wu Kingdom.

"If you're a man, don't hide behind a woman."

Holding a long sword in his hand, Luo Qingquan stared at Duanmu Yu and sneered.

Mu Yunyao giggled, and the entire hall lost its color, "If Brother Luo can't even beat the younger sister, he will be no match for Senior Brother."

At this moment, Luo Yuntu looked at Mu Yunyao, his face sinking like water, this little girl was only 13 years old and had already reached the cultivation base of a fifth-rank middle-level powerhouse. No more opponents.

The little girl is so skilled, what kind of situation has Duanmu Yu, who is more powerful than her, reached?