Xuanyang City has been peaceful in recent days.

Luo Heng was seriously injured on the spot by someone in the city. The Luo family, who was extremely arrogant and domineering in daily life, unexpectedly did not make any moves, and the situation was calm.

This made some guys who stretched their necks and wanted to watch the fun.

evening.

Luo Yihai was standing in the Luo Family Ancestral Hall at this time, looking at the plaques of the Luo Family dynasty in front of him, with an indescribable obscure look on his face.

The direct confidants on both sides were silent and did not dare to make any noise.

The actions Qi Zhengxuan made to the three of them at the door of the Qi family naturally had already reached Luo Yihai's ears.

Not to mention others, the young boy in gray is enough to make people feel afraid. Unexpectedly, he was a closed disciple of a first-class sect in the Tianhai Continent. What's more, based on his understanding of Qi Zhengxuan, the awesome scholar, the three must have a deep background.

As the head of the family today, Luo Yihai naturally knows how to make choices. The ancestor who had just entered the state of no distance is still in seclusion. After weighing the pros and cons, he is willing to swallow this anger for no reason. After all, his own children are at fault.

But other than that, we naturally cannot give in.

Unexpectedly, Qi Zhengxuan was still trying harder today and asked him to get a place for the Luo family to enter the Hanyun Sect for assessment. It was really ridiculous.

Even though the other party paid a price that made him moved, he still refused. Qi Zhengxuan could not practice and had no children in his family, so it must be for the three foreign guys.

It is really too much to hurt his son and even rob him of the Luo family.

Luo Yihai made up his mind even if he threw this place into his hands, he would not give them a discount!

With a cold snorkeling, Luo Yihai strode out of the lobby and walked slowly along a path.

The Luo family in a city actually had a wide road of 70% and 80% change. The winding paths lead to secluded places, and a green pool in front of him appeared in front of him.

What’s strange is that there are countless long swords hanging above the pool water, which are all the personal ancient swords of the heads of the Luo family’s past dynasties.

The sword energy emitted from countless long swords in the pool can help sharpen the sword.

Luo Yihai is also a sword cultivator. Due to his lack of qualifications, he is now just a sword cultivator who has emerged from the world. However, no matter how busy he is on weekdays, he will definitely concentrate on practicing here for two hours every night, regardless of the wind and rain.

A kind-faced boy walked in from outside the door.

Luo Yihai said calmly: "Your second brother is seriously injured. This time you go to Hanyun Sect and you will take over him."

The boy had a surprise and panic in his eyes and whispered: "I am not at the right level, and I'm afraid I will lose face to the Luo family."

"If you ask you to go."

A hint of impatient expression flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes and snorted coldly: "I didn't expect you to do anything promising. Even the sword technique passed down from generation to generation by my Luo family has not been able to practice it for so many years. It's useless!"

The boy's eyes darkened and he didn't say anything.

He has no outstanding advantages since childhood. He is not as good at studying as his eldest brother Luo Yang, and his sword skills are not as good as his second brother Luo Heng.

He just simply likes practicing swords, especially when he happened to hear his ancestors talk about the true meaning of swordsmanship, he liked it even more.

Luo Yihai put his hands on his back and said coldly: "Those guys want my Luo family quota, but I won't give it to them! You set off immediately tomorrow, even if they are disgusting, they have to stay for me for a few days!"

The young man carrying a wooden sword behind his back looked numb. He had heard too many similar words and was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed.

His hand trembled at the roof of the pool water and said tremblingly: "Dad... there is someone there!"

Luo Yihai raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his head suddenly.

A figure in black shirt stood quietly on the roof paved with glazed tiles.

Luo Yihai's eyes flashed and he said in a cold voice: "I dare to ask who is the sacred place?"

The uninvited guest ignored him, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the pool water with his eyes.

Just when Luo Yihai couldn't help but take action, the man said, "I want your Luo family to go to Hanyun Sect for the quota."

Luo Yihai turned his mind and finally understood who the person in front of him was. He sneered: "I hurt my son and want a place. You are so brave."

"If I had taken action, he would have been dead."

Lu Chen said calmly: "Don't give it?"

Luo Yihai narrowed his eyes and said, "So what if I don't give it?"

“Not what.”

Lu Chen turned his head and looked at him and said, "You'll just give me a shot."

"Looking for death!" Luo Yihai shouted suddenly.

A flying sword broke out from the pond and rushed towards Lu Chen with a rapid friction sound.

Luo Yihai's hands kept changing, and madness drove the flying sword that he had been warmed by the bottom of the pond all year round.

The other party broke into the Luo family mansion without authorization, which had already touched his reverse scale.

Lu Chen didn't even take a look at it. With a wave of his sleeve, an ancient bag appeared in his hand.

The strong wind suddenly blew, and the originally violent flying sword was instantly taken in without any turmoil.

Luo Yihai could not feel the connection with the flying sword, and his face changed drastically.

The next moment, he still didn't give up and shouted angrily: "Get up!"

The numerous flying swords at the bottom of the pool began to tremble and slowly rose to the sky.

Luo Yihai practiced here all year round, and there were signs of invisible integration with the sword intent here, so he could barely drive these long swords.

"I'm at a disadvantage? I'll help you."

After waiting for a while, Lu Chen said, "Get up."

I saw more than a hundred long swords that were originally trembling and flying into the sky of the courtyard, densely packed.

Luo Yihai felt his mind numb when he saw this scene and couldn't help but tremble.

Because the tip of the flying sword was aimed at him without exception, if the flying sword fell down the next moment, he would be stabbed into a hedgehog on the spot.

And even the ancestor who had reached the realm of no distance could do such a shocking sword-controlling technique.

Lu Chen said, "I'll give it to you three seconds."

Luo Yihai's expression was unpredictable, and his intuition told him that if he refused, the other party would not hesitate to slaughter him with one sword.

But if he gave it this way, how could he have the face as the head of the Luo family?

Lu Chen said silently: "Three, two..."

"Shut up! You are not allowed to insult my Luo family!"

The young man held the wooden sword in his hand tightly and blocked Luo Yihai.

Luo Yihai roared: "Rasheng, get out of here!"

Lu Chen had no expression on his face and just glanced at him.

The boy felt that the wooden sword in his hand suddenly weighed a thousand pounds, and the spiritual power that was not much more stagnant, completely losing the previous smooth wish.

The young man with Mujian felt a sense of panic that he had never felt before. He subconsciously wanted to escape, but for some reason, he still stood firmly, resisting the continuous momentum emitted from the other person.

Luo Yihai has completely lost his fighting spirit and has no power to say: "I beg my seniors to show mercy and let him go, and I will promise you everything."

"no!"

I saw that the young man who had never violated his father's orders in his life, even though he felt that his whole body was crushed by a thousand kilogram of rock, he still gritted his teeth and said weakly: "You can't do this."

Lu Chen said calmly: "Why?"

The young man held the wooden sword in his hand tightly with both hands and said aloud: "Because my ancestor said that our sword cultivator can have a low level and weak sword skills, but when facing the enemy, the long sword in his hand and the sword intent in his heart, you must never lose!"

Luo Yihai's pupils shrank, as if he had known his most incompetent son for the first time.

For some reason, after saying this, the young man Mu Jian said, he felt a sense of unprecedented enthusiasm appearing in his chest, and the huge pressure around him also disappeared.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Your ancestor is not very capable and has a good tone."

"You are not allowed to insult my ancestor!"

The boy was furious and his crappy sword went straight towards Lu Chen's face.

Lu Chen looked calm.

Just then, an old voice with a smile suddenly rang out at this moment.
Chapter completed!