Luo Fu

Chapter 95: Scattered people from five lakes

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The big man in brocade clothes was stunned for a moment, but Patriarch Heifeng snorted, "Why, my daughter and I are drinking here, can't we accidentally drop a jug of wine? You just looked at me motionless Daughter, you are a waiting disciple, is it possible that you are greedy for my daughter's beauty and have something wrong with my daughter?"

"This woman is really ugly, but she is so vulgarly dressed." The man in brocade clothes was having such thoughts in his mind, when he heard Patriarch Heifeng say this again, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "As the saying goes The first child is good, but I have never seen parents like you. Your girl is so ugly that I don't even want her. Even if I covet beauty, I will never covet her. "

"How dare you call my girl ugly!" Heifeng Patriarch yelled, picked up a chair and threw it at the brocade-clothed man.

"You are from Jinji, and you deliberately trouble me with Rongchangji!"

The big man in brocade clothes dodged the chair thrown down by Patriarch Heifeng, and was about to swear, when he suddenly saw Patriarch Heifeng's carriage parked in front of Lanyue Tower, his eyes flashed sharply.

"It seems that there seems to be an old grievance between this Jinji firm and this Rongchangji. He didn't just find a carriage, but why did he come here to deliberately trouble Rongchangji?"

At this time, Luobei has already seen three or four points.

"Haha, boy, you have some vision. I am Jin Kee's new enshrinement. Today I came to tear down your shop. You can only get goods from us next year."

Patriarch Heifeng patted Luo Bei on the back lightly, and with a bang, people inside and outside the restaurant exclaimed. Luo Bei and Patriarch Heifeng broke out of the window involuntarily, and jumped in front of the man in brocade.

Jinji and Rongchangji are the two largest firms in the Wuyue area that specialize in cocoon silk business, and they usually fight endlessly. This time, Patriarch Heifeng played out the deliberate fighting between firms to a full extent.

"The two families will negotiate this spring, four or six harvests, and you are going to go back on your word now? How dare you utter wild words to tear down our shop!" The man in brocade clothes was furious, and he punched Patriarch Heifeng in the chest past.

"This man is going to suffer a bit."

Although this big man in brocade clothes is like a tiger going down the mountain, he immediately arrives in front of Luo Bei, and his punch has the strength of hundreds of catties. It's not as good, sure enough, just when such a thought came to Luobei's mind, the ancestor of Heifeng laughed, and with just a wave of his hand, the man in brocade clothes flew upside down and fell straight into a wine shop at the intersection. La knocked down a few tables, although he immediately jumped up and screamed, but he didn't dare to go forward.

"Smash your carriage first, and then your shop."

Patriarch Heifeng didn't stop, stretching out his hand to grab it in the air, and the carriage in front of him was violently torn apart as if being pinched by an invisible big hand.

"This man can do demon magic! Hurry up and invite Zhang Zhenren!"

The people in the carriages behind suddenly fled in all directions screaming, and someone shouted such a voice.

"Ha ha!"

Although the ancestor of Heifeng had a long and narrow face, he acted unscrupulously at this time, but there was a hint of boldness. After smashing a carriage with his true essence, he didn't stop moving, one after another, and another. It crushed the three carriages behind in succession.

The things piled up in these carriages seemed to be the things used by Rongchangji mansion, and the broken cloth, spices, salt rice, gold and silver were scattered all over the ground.

"In broad daylight, where are the thugs playing their tricks here!"

Just as Patriarch Heifeng slowly smashed the last carriage, there was a roar of angry shouts from the sky, and a white light fell out of thin air, about three feet long, but it was a sword light.

"I'm afraid this person is still several miles away, and the realm of Yujian is much higher than mine!"

"Haha!" As soon as the thought came to Luobei's mind, the black wind patriarch laughed, "Your methods are not bad. Rongchang Ji still has a master like you. Report to the teacher, and I will spare you."

"You report out of the teacher's school, and I will spare you!"

The white flying sword danced in the air like a projectile, and slashed towards Patriarch Heifeng. A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe appeared in the distant sky, looking elegant and unrestrained.

"Oh?" Patriarch Heifeng smiled, and a tornado-like vortex suddenly appeared in front of the white flying sword, like a long whale sucking water, immediately engulfing the white flying sword, Countless transparent winds blow the brilliance on the white flying sword, and it jumps around.

The middle-aged man with the appearance of a handsome scribe turned pale with fright, barely controlled his flying sword, just reached out his hand in his arms, and grabbed a magic weapon, before releasing it in the future, Patriarch Heifeng waved his hands, the middle-aged man with a handsome appearance of a scribe One can see hundreds of winds condensed into transparent sharp blades coming through the sky suddenly in front of one's eyes.

When he suddenly twisted his body and fell tens of feet, he couldn't dodge in time, and was directly cut off a big sleeve by the wind like a transparent sharp blade.

"This person is definitely something I can't match!"

The man with the appearance of a handsome scribe came to his senses in an instant, and with a shake of his hand, he waved a cloud of five-colored brilliance, which turned into hundreds of colorful clouds to protect him.

With a sound of "Suddenly", when the colorful clouds and mist surged, Luobei saw that the white flying sword had lost its support, and was directly swept over by the black wind ancestor with a strong wind, and grabbed it in his hand.

"He doesn't use magic weapons, but using his own skills is already so powerful! I don't know how much strength he has used!"

Luo Bei took a deep breath, and the colorful clouds and mists in the sky suddenly dissipated again, leaving nothing but the figure of the handsome scribe, who turned out to be invincible.

"My Shushan is good at flying swords. I regard my flying swords as my life, so I have the invincible sword intent. This person will abandon the sword casually, and it is absolutely impossible for him to achieve any great achievements along the way."

"Run fast." Just when such a thought flashed through Luo Bei's mind, Heifeng Patriarch laughed, like an eagle catching a chicken, he grabbed Luo Bei's back and grabbed Luo Bei Standing up, at the same time, Luobei only felt a strong surge under his feet, and the scene in front of him suddenly became a phantom of various colors.

When Luobei took a deep breath and came back to his senses, he realized that he was already in the sky, and there was a transparent lotus platform formed by the strong wind under the feet of himself and Heifeng Patriarch, supporting himself and Heifeng. Patriarch Feng swept towards the west at an astonishing speed.

This speed seems to be inferior to that of Yuan Tianyi that day, but it is still much faster than that of Ao Huang and others' sword control speed when they arrived in Shushan on the first day in Luobei.

Shushan Sword Jue and Shushan Flying Sword are both unique in the world. The flying speed of Yujian is much faster than other sects. Now that Patriarch Heifeng has this speed, it is obvious that the techniques he practiced and his own cultivation level are also good. They are all very high. It can be seen from this that the eight demons mentioned by the cultivator must also be masters of the ultimate way.

"Although Patriarch Heifeng and others are called the Eight Great Demon Dao, they are not cultivated by demons like Xiaocha and the others. I don't know if there is such a high-level figure among the so-called real demons of Xuanmen Zhengdao .”

"Xiaocha and Xiaowuqiu left Shushan Mountain, so I don't know what's going on now."

Luobei thought so, and suddenly saw a large expanse of white water in front of him, with white water birds flying on the water surface, and thousands of sails dotted it, it was a huge lake.

"This is Zhenze!"

Luo Bei thought that this was in the land of Wuyue, and he realized it all at once.

The great lake in the land of Wuyue is only 36,000 hectares, and there are 36 islands in it.

"So he was chasing that middle-aged scribe."

Luo Bei was a little surprised, but saw a figure in the sky in front of him, flying towards the lake at high speed, it was the middle-aged scribe who was taken away by the black wind patriarch.

Obviously, although he cast some magic weapon and escaped in an instant, he was sensed by the ancestor of Heifeng, and Yukong's speed was not as fast as that of the ancestor of Heifeng.

Within half a stick of incense, Patriarch Heifeng took Luo Bei and the middle-aged scholar to the top of the big lake.

At this time, Patriarch Heifeng and Luobei were only more than a dozen miles away from the middle-aged scribe, but the middle-aged scribe seemed not in a hurry, "You are so hard on each other, you can't blame me!" With a cold voice, The middle-aged scribe threw himself at an island in front of him that was connected to one another, like a chicken lying on water. "Master, this disciple is not talented and is hunted down by others, please help me, Master."

"Patriarch Heifeng was just playing with you. If he wanted to kill you, he would have killed you long ago, and you can't escape here. Why panic."

Surrounded by water, among the odd-shaped islands in the vast lake, a sullen voice suddenly came out, "Patriarch Heifeng, why are you playing tricks on my disciple?"

"Wuhu Sanren, you are also one of the people I look up to. I won't talk nonsense. You are a wild crane. I couldn't find you, so I came up with this." The two small islands were right in front of him. But the ancestor didn't dare to go down, and stopped far away in the air, "I came here to ask you how many thousand-year-old bodhi seeds you want to use."

As he said that, the ancestor Heifeng raised his hand, and a purple radiance was thrown into the island, "I won't let you suffer too much, I will give this to you first."

"This person is actually Wuhu Sanren, one of the Eight Great Demon Dao."

At this moment, Patriarch Heifeng stopped in the air, and Luo Bei saw helplessly that what Patriarch Heifeng threw in was the Zilei Yuan magnetic cone that he got from the Ma family.

"Pooh!"

A ray of purple brilliance suddenly shot out again, but Wuhu Sanren directly threw the Zilei Yuan magnetic cone up again, "My thousand-year-old bodhi son, how can this Zilei Yuan magnetic cone be exchanged with a few kind words from you?" went."

"Haha." Patriarch Heifeng didn't feel annoyed, and laughed, "Wuhu Sanren, before I finished talking, the corpse of that old ghost of Qu Daozi fell into my hands. If you don't believe me, take a look. I asked You want this, but in order to refine a corpse god general, whoever killed him is refining into a corpse god general."

"Suddenly", Patriarch Heifeng threw the iron box containing the corpse god gun into the island again.

"good!"

After just a moment, the iron box flew out again, "I put two thousand-year-old bodhi seeds in it, so you go and kill Qu Daozi, and show me the spirit of a god general after refining it into a corpse. Take my disciple If you return the flying sword to him, you don’t have to give anything else, it will make me appear stingy, and you can still owe me a favor.”

"Okay!" Patriarch Heifeng laughed, and threw down the flying sword he had just rolled up, "I owe you a favor today."

"These two monsters are so straightforward in their actions."

Luo Bei was stunned for a moment.

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(The third update is here today!)