My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

On the East Mountain, Jixia Palace is located.

A huge bluestone lay across the square, and the reflection on the bluestone seemed to be a magnificent world.

"This is a sage book, a kind of secret treasure, which contains the will of Confucian sage, and is one of the treasures of the academic palace...When the younger brother reaches the level of the first grade of Confucianism, you can master a sage book."

Li Xiuyuan glanced at Luo Hong, as if seeing the surprise in Luo Hong's eyes, he explained gently.

"Every sage book is the hard work and crystallization of the Confucian sage, and it is the work of the sage of Confucianism. Even in the academic palace, there are not many treasures."

Luo Hong couldn't help taking a deep breath when he heard the words.

Feeling the majestic and majestic breath of holiness on the sage book, he waved his hand quickly.

"Brother, don't be so polite."

I am a pure evil cultivator. It was uncomfortable to be full of upright words. I still took a holy and radiant book, how decent I am, this thing is not suitable for me...

It's better to play a sword.

Luo Hong hurriedly bid farewell to Li Xiuyuan, and floated into the false secret realm constructed by the sage book.

Pseudo-secret, since there is one more pseudo-character, it is naturally not a true secret, or it can be said to be a variant of illusion.

It is a world condensed by the mantras of the saints floating in the saint book.

On the bluestone, Luo Hong and a fellow student stood still. They closed their eyes, as if immersed in a mysterious world.

"Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, I don't know how far the younger brother can travel in the false secret realm."

Li Xiuyuan looked at a group of students, smiled, raised his hand with a gesture, and a peach blossom tree grew out of thin air behind him.

He was holding the saint book and lying down on his side.

Countless peach blossoms were in full bloom on the peach blossom tree, and the breeze blowing, and more peach petals fell.

...

What Luo Hong saw was a vast ocean, a calm sea, which was quiet and disturbing.

"This is the literary test?"

Luo Hong frowned slightly.

He looked up at the sky, and he seemed to be able to see the floating golden sacred words, which are the mantras of the saints, which are different from Luo Hong’s bunch of "right" characters. These sacred words are more mighty and magnificent, and carry The idea of ​​the saint, overlooking all beings.

Luo Hong was standing on the beach, with the boundless sea in front of him. The breeze was blowing, and there were tiny waves lapping.

After thinking for a long time, Luo Hong took a step.

One step, step on the surface of Shanghai.

boom!

In an instant, countless straight characters on Luo Hong's body began to appear, above his head, like a peacock, the bright holy light seemed to break through the clouds.

However, Luo Hong's expression changed slightly.

Because he found that there is unparalleled pressure, like a mountain falling, about to crush his shoulders.

In the dantian where Luo Hongxie's evil spirits were dried up, the saint phantom opened his eyes, but this time, he waited indifferently, and there was not much movement.

Luo Hong continued to move forward in the sea.

He took the second step, and the pressure suddenly sank, and the soles of his feet poured into the sea, covering his ankles...

With a squeak, the light between the heavens and the earth dimmed by half.

A magic sword was born above Luo Hong's head, and there was a strong chill surging above the pitch-black magic sword.

Luo Hong took a deep breath. The existence of the Devil Sword made the pressure on his shoulders grow.

The magic sword trembled slightly, and a red robe swept across the sky.

The devil sword was horizontally on top of Luo Hong's head, and on the devil's sword, a beautiful figure was sitting on the sword, her long legs hanging down and overlapping gently.

Qianying's face is cold and beautiful, her ears are sharp as swordsman, Danfeng's eyes are slender, her brows are silky, and there are two blood marks below her eyes like two knives, across her cheeks, into her neck, and deep into her chest. Sitting on the sword, the red skirt fluttered, looking at Luo Hong quietly.

In this saint's secret realm, the evil evil is hard to hide, so she appeared.

Luo Hong walking on this vast sea is equivalent to walking with her on his back.

Qianying's red lips are slightly cute, and there are actually a little bit of playful dangling under the red skirt, overlapping long legs looming, like a girl sitting on a swing.

Luo Hong resisted raising his head. He understood that he was under greater pressure than others when going ahead this month, because he was carrying more of the magic sword sister to go forward.

After getting acquainted with the pressure, Luo Hong took a step, each step was extremely difficult, the sea water submerged half of his leg, making him every step, every step is very hard.

...

Outside the bluestone.

Li Xiuyuan frowned, and he stared at the picture in the bluestone.

All the students are moving forward slowly, although their faces show pain, but they are moving forward very fast.

But Luo Hong, who was reported by Li Xiuyuan with great expectations, walked very hard. When ordinary people took two steps, Luo Hong could only take one step hard.

It was only for a while, Luo Hong was left in the last place.

The trek speed became the slowest one.

Although Li Xiuyuan knew that this "traveling thousands of miles" pseudo-secret realm was not about the heroes in terms of the speed of the trek, it could also reflect some talents.

Is the talent of the junior brother terrible?

It shouldn't be. To be able to comprehend so many sage mantras in the library, the talent can't be bad.

Perhaps because he has learned more about the mantra of the saints and has a little repulsive force against the secret realm, he will bear more pressure, but it should not be so slow.

I thought that Luo Hong, in this pseudo-secret realm, should have reached an end that was unattainable by ordinary people with a posture of disdain for many students. However, the reality hit Li Xiuyuan's face.

...

In the secret realm, Luo Hong's speed was getting faster and faster, as if he had gradually become familiar with the weight of Miss Demon Sword.

The shadow on the magic sword dangled his white legs, and the two blood stains painted under his eyes seemed to be beating.

Kind of fun.

She smiled happily, but she suffered Luo Hong.

There was a wave of waves in the sea, and after Luo Hong gradually became familiar with the weight of Miss Demon Sword, there seemed to be a holy voice in the world.

One after another brilliant saint mantra emerged.

In the next instant, it condensed into a giant palm and pressed towards Luo Hong.

Boom!

Luo Hong's whole body, the sea exploded in a big circle, his brow center Niwan Palace, the Evil God phantom was suddenly photographed, and his face floated helplessly above Luo Hong's head, side by side with Miss Demon Sword.

The pressure suddenly skyrocketed.

The seawater that had covered Luo Hong's half of his leg instantly swallowed Luo Hong's waist.

"Fuck! Pig? So heavy?!"

Luo Hong cursed.

The Evil God Void, holding his breath and holding his hands on his chest, suddenly opened his eyes.

Miss Demon Sword's red dress is flying, she seems to be swinging, her long legs are dazzling...

Luo Hong trudged in the vast sea, increasingly difficult.

However, as he traveled, he gradually felt the estrangement between him and the magic sword disappeared.

This made Luo Hong overjoyed. It turned out that the trek to this vast sea still had this effect.

As for the Cthulhu phantom, Luo Hong didn't feel any use.

Luo Hong should be a pig with a heavy head.

Luo Hong was disgusted in his heart, but the Evil God's phantom was like the Qi orifices of Qi and vented evil spirits. Is the power of the Evil God blending more and more, is it an illusion? Did you eat it? !

The vast sea roared into the sky with huge waves, and the horrible depressive aura spread over it, as if the sea **** was angry and the saint was mad.

Luo Hong trudged in the sea, and the sea water over his waist made his trek more difficult. Every step seemed to exhaust all his strength.

However, Luo Hong is happy for this.

Because every time he trek, he could feel the gap between himself and Miss Demon Sword disappear a little.

Little by little...

Will he be close to Miss Demon Sword until he reaches the end? !

Can he...

Take control of the magic sword!

As soon as this thought appeared, Luo Hong seemed to be beaten!

Luo Hong didn't care even if he fought more against the evil **** phantom.

Step by step, gritted his teeth and trudged towards a better future.

...

Xiao Erqi let out a long sigh, he stopped, and his whole body was completely flooded into the sea, unable to move on.

However, he was not disappointed. On the contrary, he was overjoyed. Under the pressure of the sage, the sword energy in his body became more and more rounded, and the control of the dual swords became more delicate, faintly, the bottleneck of his fifth-grade peak seemed to be Got loose.

This pseudo-secret is indeed a good thing.

After all, it is not a good thing to be worthy of a secret realm.

"This is just a fake study of the sea secret realm. If it is a real sea secret realm, what should it look like? No wonder every time the sea secret realm is opened, the world is crazy!"

Xiao Erqi was a little surprised, but also a little expectant.

It's a pity that Jixia Academy's Xuehai Secret Realm is rare in a century.

I don't know when it will be turned on next time.

During the trek, he couldn't see other people. Now, when he is over, he can see how far other people have gone.

He raised his head, Wu Meiniang was not far in front, but he realized that this woman was walking farther than himself?

Xiao Erqi immediately felt the blow.

Wu Meiniang's trek was over. At this moment, sitting cross-legged on the calm sea, facing Xiao Erqi's gaze, she raised her chin arrogantly and curled her mouth slightly, seemingly disdainful.

Xiao Erqi curled his lips. Not far from him was the one-armed Kuyue monk. He raised his palm with one hand and slightly nodded towards Xiao Erqi. The distance between the two of them was no more than a meter.

The other students from academy stopped far away from them.

"Where's Lao Luo? Could it be that we can no longer see his shadow after we have dumped it?"

Xiao Erqi thought of Luo Hong.

He hurriedly looked around, but he didn't see Luo Hong, his expression slightly changed. Could it be that Luo Hong had already gone to a place where he couldn't see the shadow?

Is the gap between him and Luo Hong already this big?

Knowing what he was looking for, Wu Meiniang raised her hand and pointed at Xiao Erqi's back.

Xiao Erqi was startled, looking back, squinting, and staring at the calm sea.

From far away, you can see Luo Hong, whose seawater has reached his waist, is trekking hard. Every step he lifts up, he seems to be carrying the mountain, as if he will not be able to bear the pressure in the next moment. seawater.

"Huh? Lao Luo is so slow?"

Xiao Erqi felt a little weird.

"It's a bit weird, it's not like Luo Hong's style..."

Wu Meiniang said solemnly.

"Perhaps Lao Luo is not suitable for this secret realm. It should be that he has felt the will of the saint in the library too many times, so he has a strong repulsive force against the secret realm...Isn't it?" Xiao Erqi muttered.

"Since it is so difficult, what does Lao Luo insist on?"

Kuyue was staring at Luo Hong, and a breeze was blowing in the vast sea, blowing his monk's robe leisurely.

Seeing Luo Hong gritted his teeth, his whole body covered with hideous blue veins, as if being pressed into the boundless sea at any time, he took a deep breath.

"Amitabha……"

"Is this the will of Luo Shizhu? It's really incredible..."

"The sea of ​​bitterness walks alone, enduring the pressure of loneliness and exhausting all strength to move forward. This is how the rise of the strong..."

Wu Meiniang gritted her teeth and looked at Luo Hong.

"I should continue to go. Lao Luo has such a strong talent, but even if he has encountered such a great oppression, he still has to travel hard. Why can't I bear the pressure and give up?"

"I regret……"

At this moment, Wu Meiniang really felt regret.

Luo Hong's persistence touched her, not just her, Xiao Erqi and Monk Kuyue were shocked.

Om...

Suddenly, in the eyes of the three.

Above Luo Hong's head, countless sacred lights gathered, and in the end, it turned into a huge palm.

The palm of your hand is like a mountain, pressing down.

Boom!

The three people only felt that there was a terrible oppressive wave coming over them.

Just when they were in a trance.

Luo Hong had gritted his teeth and stepped to Xiao Erqi's side.

He trudged hard, exhausting all his strength in every step, he was covered with sweat, his complexion was pale, and his mental will reached the limit.

Xiao Erqi was shocked: "What are you insisting on?!"

Suddenly, Xiao Erqi stared, as if he heard something, his body floated, and reached Luo Hong's mouth.

Vaguely, Luo Hong gritted his teeth between his teeth.

Three words burst out.

"Miss Sister..."

Xiao Erqi's face was dumbfounded.

What...what the hell?

...

boom!

Luo Hong finally couldn't hold it anymore, and there was a golden sage mantra "town" above him!

As if a starry sky was pressing down, he didn't even have the strength to lift his legs.

at last.

Luo Hong couldn't hold it anymore, the magic sword disappeared, and the evil spirit phantom also dispersed.

The horrible word formation was suddenly suppressed.

Luo Hong could only hear the tsunami from the mountains. In the next moment, he pulled a vertical white wave in the vast sea, and his figure was photographed into the seabed like an abyss.

After Luo Hong opened his eyes.

The huge pressure on the shoulders disappeared completely.

Luo Hong sat down on the sea, panting heavily.

Luo Hong's face was full of annoyance, but it was a pity that he didn't continue to persist. If he persisted again, he would really be able to master the magic sword!

"You can't handle this amount of pressure~www.ltnovel.com~You are really rubbish!"

Luo Hong sat on the calm sea annoyedly, repenting.

Almost a little bit.

So angry!

Xiao Erqi, the closest person to Luo Hong, had seen Luo Hong relieved from the pressure. He wanted to say hello, say hello, and by the way, I would like to ask Luo Hong who the young lady was.

As a result, when he heard Luo Hong's words, Xiao Erqi's face suddenly became a pig liver color.

Listen, is this human? !

Luo Hong carried a pressure at least twice as high as they were, and walked to the point where he stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and then remorsefully called himself rubbish...

Then he Xiao Erqi, isn't he **** among rubbish? !

Luo Hongping recovered his mood, raised his head, and saw Xiao Erqi.

However, Xiao Erqi's nostrils were up to the sky, snorted at him, and turned away.

In the distance, Wu Meiniang and Monk Kuyue also shook their heads and turned away.

Luo Hong's words are heartbroken.

And Luo Hong sat on the sea, a little confused, feeling their naked contempt!

"I, Luo Hong, are being looked down upon?"

Luo Hong murmured.

Suddenly he was a little wronged, Miss Demon Sword failed to grasp, and was underestimated and despised.

Luo Hong was slightly injured at this moment.

"These guys, who walked one meter longer than me, just cried with me."

Luo Hong took a deep breath and looked at the clear blue sky.

"Sure enough, only the strong are worthy of respect."

Later, Luo Hong took out his personal charcoal pencils and human skin brochures.

After thinking about it for a while, angrily wrote Xiao Erqi's name in the target column.

Hey, right?

I wanted to put some water in the martial arts test, in that case...

Then let you feel the fear of being dominated by the officially certified villains!

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