Is this the strength of a level six martial artist?

Luo Han's chest was undulating, and he was shocked. He just helped Cheng Yaojin and was shocked to his heart.

"Mom!" Cheng Yaojin spat and cursed: "Fortunately, my life is hard, it hurts so much!"

At this time, Cheng Yaojin's ribs were broken, and his internal organs were also shaken and moved. If it were someone else, he would have died on the spot... But Cheng Yaojin's justice potential skill had not yet dissipated, and his powerful recovery power kept repairing his body, which actually made him survive Luo Jinghong's hand.

Click!

With the sound of bone friction, Cheng Yaojin twisted his body a few times. As the injury recovered, the faint golden light on his body also dissipated.

The skill effect of Justice Potential disappeared.

"How is it?" Luo Han asked worriedly.

"We can continue to do it...but the potential of justice may not be able to be displayed in a short period of time." Cheng Yaojin gritted his teeth.

As long as Luo Han spoke, Cheng Yaojin promised not to hesitate and continued to work with the axe!

Whoever is cowardly, whoever is the grandson?

In the distance, Luo Jinghong frowned, and looked at Cheng Yaojin, whose injuries had recovered most of his injuries, and was extremely shocked.

As for those guards, they even widened their eyes and couldn't believe it.

"Your technique is weird...but it's over here, and the next blow will kill you!"

Luo Jinghongsen said coldly, and then prepared to go forward and attack again.

He had made up his mind to kill Cheng Yaojin, and such a person... could not be kept!

But just as he was about to take action, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What's wrong with Cheng'er? Who hurts you like this?"

"There are these people...their confidants of the third brother? Why...why are they all dead?"

As the words came, a series of steps followed.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a white robe. His eyebrows were somewhat similar to Luo Han. He was Luo Han's father, the patriarch of the Luo family... Luo Yuntian.

Seeing the visitor, Luo Jinghong frowned and spat secretly.

Bastard! Why is this guy here? With him here, it may not be easy for me to kill Luo Han's servant!

No! No! No matter what, the surname Cheng cannot be allowed to leave, otherwise how can I have my face?

Luo Jinghong gritted his teeth and said, "Who hurt Cheng'er? He is not your good son yet! As for how others died...huh!"

Luo Yuntian raised his lips and said slowly, "Hmph? Third brother, you never speak well! What does humph mean?"

These words made Luo Jinghong's expression froze slightly, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "Second, are you pretending to be confused? This is what Cheng Yaojin killed."

The atmosphere became tense again, like the tranquility before the storm.

But who knew that Luo Yuntian frowned and said, "The third brother... should you call me second brother! I am not big or small, do you believe it or not, I will slap your ass like I did when I was a child?"

My Luo Jinghong's face turned red, and his hands were trembling slightly with anger.

In the distance, Luo Han was a little stunned. In his memory, this father had always been weak, otherwise he would not have been undermined of power. Until now, he could not even be kept as the patriarch.

But at this time, my father's performance was obviously different from usual. A few simple words made Luo Jinghong completely useless.

And this is not over yet.

Luo Yuntian smiled and said, "Third brother, you are also a big boss... What are you involved in when a child fights? Cheng'er was beaten by Han'er. After his injury heals, he will just be beaten back!"

"I'm right? Didn't we do this when we were young? You were often beaten by me, and my father didn't show off for you?"

As he said that, Luo Yuntian also stepped forward and patted Luo Jinghong on the shoulder.

Luo Jinghong took a deep breath, shook his shoulder and shook Luo Yuntian's palm, gritted his teeth and said, "Stop talking nonsense, Cheng'er is injured, I can't pursue it... But Cheng Yaojin killed several of my confidants this time, and he must pay his life."

Luo Han's eyes shrank, and his palms couldn't help but tighten the hilt of the sword.

Cheng Yaojin even glared at his eyes and placed the battle axe in front of his chest.

Life is here, come and get it if you have the courage!

"It's natural to kill someone!" Luo Yuntian said without any nervousness and said to himself: "But there is room for negotiation in everything... Third brother, you have been in the realm of the sixth-level martial artist for two years, right? If you have a mysterious-level martial art for you to practice, you might be able to break through to the realm of the seventh-level martial artist in a few months, right?"

The martial arts of the Tianwu Continent are divided into five levels.

Not in the mainstream, yellow, Xuan, earth, and heaven!

If you are not as good as the market, you will not be able to get on the table, and it is actually not considered a skill.

If it is really calculated, it should be just the four levels of Huang, Xuan, Earth and Heaven, and the stronger it goes up.

The strongest technique passed down by a small family like the Luo family is only an early stage of Xuan-level martial art, and only the clan leader can practice it. The most the elders can come into contact with is the peak yellow-level martial arts.

Of course, everyone has their own opportunities outside. A few years ago, the great elder Luo Yufeng obtained an early stage martial art, and he broke through the realm from a seventh-level martial artist to a ninth-level martial artist.

Originally, Luo Yufeng wanted to pass the technique to Luo Jinghong, but unfortunately that technique was not suitable for Luo Jinghong. Forced practice would probably leave hidden dangers on the body even if there was a breakthrough. Therefore, the strongest technique Luo Jinghong has practiced to this day is still the peak yellow-level martial arts.

"Macro-level martial arts?"

Luo Jinghong's heart trembled, and his breathing couldn't help but rush: "Dr., what do you mean?"

Luo Yuntian glanced at him and said lightly: "It's very simple... If you promised to reveal what happened today, I will give you a mysterious level martial art!"

"What you are talking about is the Transformation Jue?" Luo Jinghong asked hurriedly.

Luo Yuntian shook his head: "Wild-Wild Fine? That's a martial art that only the Luo family's patriarchs can practice. The rules of the ancestors are unfair... Not to mention you, even the eldest brother is not qualified to practice! The mysterious-level martial art I mentioned is one I once got by chance!"

What?

Luo Jinghong's heart moved. So, hasn't his second brother practiced two mysterious-level martial arts at the same time? His strength...isn't he the eighth-level martial arts realm that he usually reveals?

"Okay!" Luo Jinghong said, "If you really take out a mysterious skill to me, today's incident will be revealed, and I will spare Cheng Yaojin's life."

"I just said that everything has room for negotiation!" Luo Yuntian smiled slightly, reached into his arms and took out a book, and threw it to Luo Jinghong.

"Cloak Sword Art?"

Luo Jinghong took the secret book of martial arts, and did not stop for too long. He called the two guards to support the injured Luo Cheng, and turned around and left.

As for those corpses, naturally someone came to clean up.

A mysterious level exercise. In a small place like Duanshan City, a mysterious level exercise is definitely something that makes people jealous.
Chapter completed!