My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

This really came from Luo Hong's heart, without any affectation.

This confrontation simply refreshed his three views.

It turns out that a high-grade monk can be so strong!

A sword sweeps the sun and the moon, and a spear stirs up the universe!

Compared with his move of killing a few evil cultivators of seventh and eighth rank, there is nothing exciting at all.

The sky outside Anping County.

A white flood swelled against the storm, and it collided viciously with the rain gun that gathered raindrops from heaven and earth!

It was like a waterfall cascading down from the sky, hitting the ground with a deafening roar.

The torrential rain began to vent again, as if it was venting the unhappiness and anger controlled by mortals. The sound of the rain became more intense, the sound of the wind became louder, and the thunder was even louder!

The earth seemed to be twitched by the rain.

However, even such a violent torrential rain could not conceal the fight between the two figures in the sky.

The white jiao criss-crossed the sky and the earth, a green glow and a silver light swept away thousands of torrential rains, entwined around the white jiao, constantly confronting each other.

Their speed is too fast, except for the few high-grade monks, normal people can't see clearly, they can only see the collision of light clearly, but they don't know the specific details of the confrontation.

However, even if you haven't seen it clearly, you still understand that this confrontation is absolutely fierce.

Luo Hong regained his galloping posture, ran in the heavy rain, stepped on the long street and sprayed three and a half feet, came to the bottom of the tower, stepped on it, and the next moment, he swayed straight up along the wall.

"who?!"

On the city tower, the defenders, whose armor was soaked by the rain, roared loudly.

When they saw the silver-haired Luo Hong, they were slightly startled.

The most important thing was that Luo Hong's white shirt was stained with blood, and even a heavy rain couldn't wash away the strong blood on his body.

"It's Mr. Luohong, so there's no need to be too nervous."

Wearing the uniform and clothes of an envoy from Dali Temple, Ziwei floated over with an oiled paper umbrella, said.

Many sergeants guarding the city stopped entanglement after hearing this, and put down their weapons.

Luo Hong's name is now very popular in Anping County, and the confrontation between the two masters outside the city that is enough to disturb the sky is actually largely because of Luo Hong.

"Young Master Luohong, follow me."

Zi Wei smiled sweetly at Luo Hong, and then covered Luo Hong's head with an oil-paper umbrella, protecting him from the heavy rain.

Luo Hong didn't say anything.

The two were walking on the tower, and in the distance, Luo Feng and Fang Zheng were standing in the rainstorm.

Luo Feng had a knife on his waist, and turned his head to see Luo Hong in a white shirt wearing a mask, but found that Luo Hong's righteous yang energy was as bright as a scorching sun, becoming stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help being startled.

"Old Luo, there are groups of evil cultivators on Gopher Street in the slums... I just came from there, and there are messes that need to be cleaned up."

Luo Hongdao.

Lao Luo? Luo Feng twitched slightly, but what Luo Hong said later caught his attention.

He nodded slightly, looked sideways at Fangzheng, and signaled Fangzheng to go for a walk.

Fangzheng's face was full of reluctance.

He wants to watch the battle of the second rank!

"What are you looking at, you are only a seventh-rank, what do you know?!"

Luo Feng cursed with a smile.

Although Fangzheng felt that what Luo Feng said was reasonable, he still felt offended.

However, his duty as an envoy of Dali Temple made him choose to go to Dishu Street.

"Ziwei, do you want to go together?"

Fangzheng turned his head to look at Ziwei.

"No, no, I'll hold the umbrella for Mr. Luohong, you go by yourself."

Ziwei rolled her eyes, shook her head, and then stared at the battle in the sky with great interest.

Fangzheng's face darkened. He was probably a fake teammate. He felt abandoned by the whole world.

Turning around, he jumped down from the tower in a lonely way.

Luo Hong wore a mask of an evil monarch, exuding a unique evil all over his body.

Luo Feng seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and stared at Luo Hong for a while.

However, he only felt that Luo Hong's righteous yang energy was getting stronger and stronger, so he withdrew his gaze and looked at the battle in the sky.

Even though Luo Feng is a fifth-rank martial artist, he still doesn't quite understand this battle.

He could only see the terrible encounter, the collision that stirred the heavens.

However, he couldn't see through the details of the collision between Chen Steward and the spear king Yuan Chenggang's sword and spear.

Even, his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the two of them.

On the city tower, the torrential rain continued.

The atmosphere was a little dull.

Luo Feng turned his head and glanced at Luo Hong, only to find that Luo Hong's eyeballs were rapidly turning following the two streamers of light constantly colliding in the sky.

"You understand?"

Luo Feng asked curiously.

Luo Hong didn't look back, still staring at the fierce battle in the sky, and replied.

"Why can't you understand?"

Luo Feng: "..."

Who is this kid pretending to be?

The posture is quite in place, but he can't understand even a fifth-rank martial artist. How can you understand it as an eighth-rank swordsman?

In fact, Luo Hong really understood it. With the enhancement of the evil king's mask, his sight also kept up with the movements of Steward Chen and Yuan Chenggang.

...

The heavy rain poured down, so that the mud between the mountains was continuously washed away.

Compared with the torrential rain that is howling by the Lord of Heaven, Xiaoshanpo Mountain is extraordinarily warm.

The sandalwood is lingering, and the children hold umbrellas and make tea.

Wen Tianxing sat on the grand teacher's chair, not covered by the rain, while sipping the famous Bichao tea in Anping County, while watching the mighty second-rank battle in the sky.

Those two people are not ordinary second ranks, they are both enchanting second ranks who are at the top of the list.

Wen Tianxing smiled, and patted the gauntlet lightly with his palm.

"What a wonderful battle."

"Reward."

"Unfortunately, this battle is coming to an end."

At this point in the words, the old man stroked his beard and glanced in the four directions.

What are these guys waiting for?

Finally, the old man's eyes fixed on the tower.

Um?

Wen Tianxing was stunned and narrowed his eyes, how dare this son stand on the tower in such a high-profile manner...

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but curled up a playful arc, and he attracted a little boy.

"Change your clothes, go to the city tower, attack this daring Luo Hong, and reveal his identity to the public, but don't kill him, just stay for a while, go early and return early, waiting for you to make tea. "

The little boy bowed to accept the order, and the next moment, the Taoist robe on his body shattered and turned into a night suit, rushing into the rainstorm, and as he rushed forward, his body seemed to have turned into raindrops.

...

On the tower.

Luo Hong, who was wearing the mask of the evil king, was extremely sensitive, felt Wen Tianxing's gaze, and turned his head to look at the old man on the hill who looked like he was enjoying the rain.

"The old man, who is it?"

Luo Hong asked Zi Wei beside him.

"You mean Wen Taifu? He is from the capital, and he is the prince's teacher."

Ziwei said.

"Full name, what's your last name?"

Luo Hong said again.

"Wen Tian Xing."

Zi Wei didn't hide it, although it was strange why Luo Hong asked this, but it was not a secret.

Luo Hong nodded, secretly remembering it in his heart.

This old man...is not a good thing at first sight.

...

Outside Anping County, in four directions: southeast, northwest.

There are strong people standing there, and the torrential rain falls from the sky, but it evaporates out of thin air at a distance of one foot around them, and the rain does not touch the body.

"Yuan Chenggang may lose again. The Dragon Transformation Sword is a Dragon Transformation Sword after all. Even if it falls, it is still strong..."

"However, compared to the defeat of the Three Swords in the past, Yuan Chenggang is much stronger now, enough to be ranked tenth in Daxia's Heavenly List."

The old Taoist smiled and stroked his beard.

suddenly.

Sensing something, the old Taoist narrowed his eyes and turned to look in the direction of the tower.

Can't help but laugh.

"What a Wentianxing."

...

Luo Hong stood on the top of the city tower, his white clothes fluttering unceasingly due to the strong wind in the torrential rain.

Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask, suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Um?

Luo Hong turned his head and glanced at Zi Wei who knew nothing.

He glanced at Luo Feng who pretended to understand the battle.

Eyebrows twitched slightly, the crisis didn't come from these two people, where did it come from?

A drop of rain hit Luo Hong's face, and a raw pain hit him.

"rain……"

Luo Hong's eyes suddenly froze.

In the next moment, it was discovered that drops of rainwater gathered on the parapet of the city tower, turning into a squatting figure.

The rainman put his fingers together, and his vitality surged, turning the rainwater into a sharp sword, approaching Luo Hong.

"Luo Hong, the son of Luo Rentu, is here!!!"

And from Yu's mouth, there was a roar like a bell.

The voice was mighty and mighty, spreading from the city tower.

Outside Anping County, the sound of the rainstorm became quiet.

The next moment, there was one after another low-pitched laughter.

Luo Feng reacted, his heart sank, his complexion suddenly changed, something bad happened!

"court death!"

His body was full of energy and blood, and he punched like a thunderbolt, smashing the blade of the rain water, but the blade with the power of the seventh rank is nothing, but the trouble is not this.

The Rain Man didn't love to fight, he had achieved his goal, so he planned to jump off the city wall and turn into rain, and use thaumaturgy to escape, even the fifth-rank Luo Feng couldn't do anything to him.

"Who sent you here?"

And Luo Hong stared at the Yuren calmly and said.

Rain Man didn't respond, and didn't bother to respond.

Luo Hong raised his hand and shook it in the air.

It's fine if you don't speak, but you still want to run if you pretend to be aggressive?

The Yuman was shaken all over, and in his shadow reflected on the female wall, a thick black hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his ankle!

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