My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

be quiet!

It was as if all the sounds between heaven and earth were chopped by that sword silently!

The setting sun is like blood, the lake that is pulling seems to be bleeding, and a white wave is rolling like a slender white snake, which is hard to heal for a long time. It is a sword mark that was split by a sword.

Although he had never opened the lake with a sword, he was still shocked by the entire Luoshen Lake without a voice.

Dead.

The sword-watching conference has just announced its start...one person died!

A fifth-rank sword repairman from the Liu family in Beiling, a sword repairman from a veteran family in Jiangling Mansion, was so energetic and his laughter had not disappeared, he was killed by a sword.

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

Heavy breath lingers among the flower boats after another.

On the huge center flower boat, Wei Qiansui held his hands and squinted, looking at the swordsman in white, who was standing on the lake like snow.

So domineering.

One sword killed a fifth rank, and cut off the person who opened the sword appreciation meeting.

With the momentum of thunder, there is no friendly greetings, no whispering talks, meeting is a sword, and the soul is destroyed under the sword.

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

Wei Qiansui looked at Luo Hong.

This is the first time he has seen Luo Hong, a mess of young people who stirred up the emperor in Anping County.

Even more so, the prince ordered to hold a sword appreciation meeting, just to kill Luo Hong's young people.

The young man who killed his godson Wei Xian.

"Sure enough... something."

Wei Qiansui smiled faintly.

"Yi Xiao and Jian pinged the business, and he had been full of fame for fifteen years, is it Luo Hongchen?"

"It's really a brilliant literary talent, and he deserves to be Luo Hong who can win the name of a master disciple in the written test."

Wei Qiansui nodded lightly.

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

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

After being silent for a while, the sound of an uproar resounded suddenly, like boiling water after learning.

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

In the flower boat, a group of figures stood, staring at Luo Hong on the lake.

So arrogant and overbearing.

So happy!

"Fifteen years of having a mad name...Luo Hongchen has been dead for fifteen years, and his mad name back then has indeed disappeared."

"Good poem, good poem!"

A literati scholar laughed freely while drinking.

"It's Liu Caizi. His poem has spread all over Jiangling. He praised it well. It seems that this poem is really good."

"Is this the Luo family? It's so arrogant, so happy...While chanting poems and killing people, he killed Liu's Jian Xiu with a single sword!"

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

Quite a few people made rusty exchanges.

After the white jade stone fence beside the lake, the people from the rivers and lakes inhaled the air-conditioning, completely boiling.

What is the purpose of their coming? Isn't it just to watch the excitement, to watch a battle?

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 watching conference.

Reserve enough strength to appear and push the Sword Appreciation Conference to the top!

However, everyone was wrong.

Luo Hong did not hide in hiding, nor did he wait until the middle and late stages of the conference. Once he arrived, he directly drove his sword out of the carriage and killed people on the lake.

The white clothes are fluttering, and the positive sun is as bright as a rainbow.

It's like a scorching sun, dazzling.

What to hide?

What to hide?

Luo Hong stood on the lake with his hand, Chunjun sword floating beside him, the sword body was shining, not stained with a drop of blood.

The sword aura raged, causing slight waves on the lake.

Luo Hong doesn't hide or hide. He came to this sword-watching conference just to brush a wave of crime. What's the point of hiding? How can you brush off evil?

Hesitating will lead to defeat, and decisiveness will lead to a bumper harvest.

Like his thunder shot to kill Liu Yuehua with a shock and anger before the opponent died, Luo Hong felt that he was so bad that he felt a wave of evil in his pocket.

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

Would Luo Hong care?

Let's kill one by one. Anyway, there is no good thing to participate in this sword-watching conference.

By the lake, behind the white jade stone fence.

The carriage stopped quietly.

Yuan Xiazi leaned on the carriage frame, holding the bamboo pole. Although his eyes were invisible, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Luo Hong's poem shocked his heart.

The emotions and regrets in the poems also aroused his mood. He has been silent for ten years. If it were not, he would remain silent forever.

The crazy name of Yuan Chenggang, the king of guns, will also become a pity among his population.

far away.

The eyes of the woman wearing a veil and a piano case fluctuated, and there was an excitement in her eyes that was hard to conceal.

She stared at the white robe on the lake in a daze, and suddenly saw the majestic figure that year.

"Yi Xiao and Jian pinged the business, and spent fifteen years of mad fame... Hong Chen, this is your anger, your unyielding, and your heartfelt voice?"

The woman's nose is sour inexplicably. How many people know about her crazy name?

Fifteen years, how many people are left who know Luo Hongchen in the world? Even if he knew it, it was just a sneer.

Guixiang House.

Chu Tiannan stared at the swordsman in white on the lake, inhaled deeply, and exhaled again.

"What a grumpy Lord Luo."

Old Huang also had a weird look: "This Luo Hong not only dared to come, but also an arrogant one, he...what's the confidence?"

"Jiangling, it's not Anping County."

What is Luo Hong arrogant about?

Lao Huang really couldn't guess it, he didn't know, nor did Chu Tiannan.

Chu Tiannan only knew that at the moment Luo Hong took out his sword, he was actually a little bit excited about blood boiling.

...

"Hehe, so arrogant."

"Son of Luo Ren Tu? It's nothing more than killing a fifth-rank, arrogantly like killing the land immortal..."

"The poem is done well, but the strength, huh, nothing to be arrogant."

The faint voice resounded in the flower boat floating on the lake.

boom!

There was a roar of anger in the flower boat of Liu's house in Beiling.

"Luo Hong! This is a sword appreciation meeting, not a murder meeting. Kill if you don't agree! You kill the embryo!"

The next moment, the lake surface seemed to be rolled up by a violent wind.

In the flower boat, there was a second-rank master who shot, and a sword Hua ran across it, which was extremely sharp.

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

Above the center flower boat.

Wei Qiansui held his hand and watched this scene with a smile, without any action.

Kill Luo Hong?

Exactly what he wanted.

However, this Jianhua had not yet approached Luo Hong, and Yuan Xiazi slowly tossed the bamboo pole in the carriage.

That Jianhua instantly exploded in the air, and a bamboo shadow fell and slammed into the flower boat, causing the Liu Jia Erpin who secretly shot in the flower boat to have a bleeding in his mouth and nose, and he was nailed to the flower boat by a bamboo pole, dying.

"The Sword Appreciation Conference has its own rules. Since you are coveting the Floating Snow Sword, you should be prepared for death. The rules are laid out here. If my son died under the rules, that's fine, but the rules stipulate that the second rank is below. I can only participate, and the second-tier dared to make a move. Yuan Chenggang is blind in my eyes and heart."

Yuan Xiazi said lightly.

His voice rang loudly, as if Tiangong was furious.

He was seriously injured and almost killed the Second Grade Swordsman, but it was an understatement like eating and drinking.

This is the power of the top master.

"Wei Qiansui, is the old man right?"

Yuan Chenggang tilted his head and said to Wei Qiansui who held his hands on the center flower boat.

Wei Qiansui smiled on his white face without a beard, with the white hair falling from the ears between his index finger and middle finger, with a faint smile: "Of course."

After that, there was not much to say.

Luo Hong's expression was calm, the second-rank shot did not cause any change in his complexion, he was still handsome with his hands on his back.

He glanced at Wei Qiansui, laughed unscrupulously.

"My uncle Luo Hong, a peerless Tianjiao, even if he is dead, his sword can be seized by waste?"

"I, Luo Hong, have no abilities, and my strength is low, only Rank 5."

"However, today, Luo Hong, I am here to let go of my cruel words. If I want to be the master of the Piaoxue Sword, I am ready to die."

"With this lake as the challenge, this young man is playing the challenge of life and death today. The rules are still the same. Anyone below the second grade can come to the fight!"

"If you beat me, kill me, you can get the Piaoxue Sword!"

In the next moment, the gaze was like a torch, and the air of Zhengyang resembled the roar of the blazing sun. A huge word "Zheng" appeared on the top of his head.

Luo Hong scanned all the flower boats on the lake, and they landed on the lakeside, bustling.

Loudly shouted: "You guys, dare you?!"

Dare you?

Do you dare? !

My Luo Hong is a fifth-grade, an extremely weak product!

Life and death are all set, come kill me, don’t be afraid, come boldly!

Luo Hong raised his chin slightly, watching the audience.

Contempt!

laugh!

The loud and loud words, but the audience was extremely quiet.

Even Wei Qiansui was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Luo Hong to make such a decision.

This decision is crazy.

Although Luo Hong is the second in the yellow list, the second in the yellow list is quite moist. After all, Zhenye Lüce and defeating Chu Tiannan were all foreign objects with the help of.

Luo Hong's own strength is only Level 5, even if Yelvce and Chu Tiannan are here, he dare not speak so much.

After all, entering the third rank is tantamount to entering the high-rank monk level, which is a state of transcendence.

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

This time, Luo Hong is really arrogant!

Among the many flower boats, the breath is ups and downs, so arrogant and arrogant, it really makes many people unable to bear the stimulation.

Moreover, this time the participants in the sword appreciation meeting were meant to watch Luo's jokes, they were meant to give the prince's face and step on the Luo's face.

Since Luo Hong arrogantly puts on life and death.

In the battle of life and death, if Luo Hong was killed honestly, the Luo family had nothing to say!

On the carriage, Yuan Xiazi was stunned.

The son... is a demon again.

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

Before, the son was able to compete with the sixth rank and the fourth rank. Now, maybe he can also compete with the third rank...

It should be... yes.

"What an arrogant Lord Luo."

"Life and death? Anyone below the second rank, do you think you are invincible at the third rank?"

"Little Five-Rank, ridiculous."

The sound of sneer lingered from all directions.

boom!

In the flower boat, someone took the lead and took a step forward. The surface of the lake boiled and a jet of water rushed up.

He threw a piece of poetry to the **** in the center flower boat.

However, the poetry has not yet entered the head of the eunuch, Luo Hong glanced, raised his hand, and howled his sword.

Puffed out.

The paper on which the poems were written suddenly exploded and was twisted to pieces.

"With my poem ahead, who would dare to write a poem?"

"Your poem is also worthy of my uncle's sword?"

Luo Hong smiled.

As soon as the words came out, many of the literati in the flower boat were very 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 take it out, it will only be laughable and generous.

The gifted Liu raised his head to drink wine and laughed: "Good poems, good poems, I sealed the pen, I couldn't make it."

The expressions of the literati and pokers around have changed slightly, and they are all swearing. What is this talented Liu doing?

Always increase the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige? !

Luo Hong also has a weird expression. This talented Liu is so excellent...Huh? Own person?

The person who stepped on the water column looked a little ugly.

Fuck!

That is a poem that Lao Tzu spent three thousand taels of silver on you!

You can't directly mention Luo Hong's poems.

I bought three thousand taels for loneliness? !

For a moment, this person looked at Luo Hong's gaze, becoming increasingly cold.

It seemed to sense the other's eyes.

Luo Hongjian pressed down with his fingers, and Chunjun sword hung beside him, swallowing Senhan's sword aura.

"People are dying, what do you care about money?"

"Under Luo Hongjian, I will not kill the unnamed, but report it."

Luo Hongdao.

The burly man stepping on the water column burst into laughter.

"Below, Jiangling Zhou Family, Zhou Hai! Wuxiu Fourth-Rank Heavenly Gang Realm!"

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

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

The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared as he watched Zhou Hai as he walked over the waves.

"Sword repairs are not even, come to fight for swords?"

"Come and join in the fun of life and death, stupid?"

Luo Hong pouted.

Fourth-Rank Tiangang Realm martial arts is indeed very strong.

but……

When I was at Rank 6 I could chase Yelvce, who was at the pinnacle of Rank 4~www.ltnovel.com~ Now at Rank 5, can I still regress?

Luo Hong originally thought there would be a third grade.

However, the one who came out first was actually a fourth grade...

Who do you look down on? !

Luo Hong's eyes instantly condensed.

The spirit flower in the palace of Meixin Niwan trembled, seeming to exude endless pollen.

The next moment, a hundred hands evil Buddha!

Om...

Luo Hong stood, with a figure of Buddha faintly appearing behind him.

Zhou Hai's figure stepped on the water column suddenly fell into dementia, and he was in a trance.

And Luo Hongjian pointed.

Many evil spirits appeared all over the body, and the evil spirits turned into swords.

Turning into a black sword light, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, and rushed into the sky.

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

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 hanging out of thin air.

Sword Kunlun!

Zhou Hai recovered from the spiritual shock of the Hundred-Hand Evil Buddha, and his eyes were suddenly split.

With a loud whistle, the gang rushed up with a punch, and fisted towards Jianshan!

"Drive me!"

The roar exploded, stirring the lake.

He wants to break the sword mountain with strength.

He is a fourth-rank, physically strong, he can!

In the whistling, flesh and blood hit Jianshan with a punch.

Then, there is no more.

The roar stopped abruptly.

Zhou Hai's body was crushed by Jianshan, and instantly exploded into countless pieces of meat, scattered all over...

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

Luo Hong was directly on the lake, floating the Shazhu Sword over his shoulders.

He sat down cross-legged, the sparkling sparkling, it seemed like a dreamlike illusion.

On the lake, a faint voice fluttered.

"Come again."

"Next person."

ps: Second, ask for a monthly ticket and recommended ticket again~