Heavenly War God

The Luocha people did not wait for another luoerdan in the ethnic group, but waited for the disintegration of the Luocha people.

The Luocha ethnic group, which has been brilliant for many years, is gradually corrupt and does not want to make progress, and its control over other ethnic groups is greatly reduced.

Before long, an alien ethnic group beat the Luocha people and ran away. The past glory of Luocha nationality will no longer exist in an instant.

Those surviving Luocha people quietly disappeared on this land. No one knows where these Luocha survivors have gone.

With the disappearance of Luocha people, there is also luoerdan's amazing work - Sangyu is not late.

When elder Hongyou finished the story, Shen Yi and Ziwu sword fell into endless surprise.

This ugly old man knows so well about the Luocha family.

A strange idea came out of Shen Yi's heart. Although he already had eyes and eyebrows in his heart, Shen Yi didn't say it on the spot.

"Master, it's not too late for mulberry and elm. Is it really so amazing as the legend?" Ziwu sword always thinks that Lordan's things are exaggerated.

Besides, Lordan was from ancient times, which is countless years away from now. No one can tell whether those legends are true or false.

Although there is no shortage of gold and silver treasures in Shura City, if this secret recipe is false, where will he put the face of Shura city master after it is spread.

When the old man heard the question of Ziwu sword, he was furious and said in a harsh voice: "fart, the glory of Luocha nationality in the past depends on the genius, your majesty Lordan. It is clear in history that you, a small city Lord and a small official of sesame, dare to question?"

The old man's anger strengthened Shen Yi's mind.

Ziwu sword blushed, but it was hard to say anything.

Shen Yi then said, "the old man knows the Pearl with his eyes. It's really a hero!"

The old man didn't listen to the compliment at all.

His eyes were wide open, and he forced Shen Yi to the corner of the hall step by step.

"Say! Where did you get this secret recipe?" The old man's eyes are like trying to kill.

Although Shen Yi retreated repeatedly, he was not afraid of him.

The relationship between the old man and Ziwu sword is unusual. It seems that Ziwu sword is still very afraid of this mentor. If you turn your face at this time, you will probably be driven away by Ziwu sword.

He made a military order in front of the wolf king of Beishan this time. The matter has not been clarified yet. If he goes back so gloomy, he will certainly become a laughing stock of Beishan.

Shen Yi could not retreat. He said softly, "I got this secret recipe inadvertently. I spent a lot of money to buy it from a wandering monk!"

Shen Yi's mind turned quickly and made up a high sounding reason.

Hum, monk Youfang, even if you question me, where are you going to find evidence.

The old man continued to ask fiercely, "where did the monk go? How much did you spend on it? How could he easily sell you such priceless treasures?"

Three questions in a row.

Shen Yi knew that he would ask so long ago, so he talked about it.

"The first question is, since he is a wandering monk, I naturally don't know where he will go after he meets me!"

"The second question, I made an agreement with the monk at that time. Three years later, I will build a Maitreya Buddha in water and call it blue water and cloud sky. Since it is called blue water and cloud sky, the fool also knows that the body of the Buddha must go into the clouds."

"The third question, the reason why he sold it to me, may be because I'm handsome and pleasing to the eye, or maybe because I have wisdom."

"Of course, this is my guess. Why did he sell it to me? You have to ask him!"

Shen Yi's answer almost killed elder Hongyou.

"Vertical son, seek death!" The old man raised his palm, in which there was a faint sound of thunder.

The old man has a bad temper.

Shen Yi really wants to teach this old man a lesson. He is so impulsive at an old age that he has to have a long experience.

The old man's palm was still in the air, and a golden arrow came in from the outside of the hall with a swish.

The old man heard the arrow and turned quickly.

Fortunately, this arrow is not aimed at yourself.

The arrow of the golden arrow contains powerful accomplishments and goes straight to the meridian sword on the bookcase.

Ziwu sword didn't panic. He smiled. When the golden arrow came to his eyes and was about to pierce his body, he slowly took his hand and held the arrow steadily.

Such a curfew, such a bad skill, dare to die.

Shen Yi looked at the golden arrow in Ziwu sword's hand and recognized it at a glance. It was the arrow of the dark man who saved himself at the beginning.

Before Ziwu sword was happy for too long, countless golden arrows broke through the door, accompanied by a loud voice: "ten thousand arrows return to the sect!"

The voice of the dark man followed the golden arrow.

Ziwu sword was shocked. There were so many golden arrows that he couldn't resist.

The old man's face turned black and ignored Shen Yi. His palms came out together. Lightning flashed in the palm of each hand. Lightning seems to have eyes and shuttle back and forth among the golden arrows.

In the blink of an eye, all the golden arrows have been tied together by the palm thunder.

The old man's cultivation is good. He can take all the golden arrows in an instant.

But the dark man didn't have time until.

Ziwu sword saw that it was dark in front of him, and a gold arrow had been put in his neck.

Ziwu sword felt that the arrow of the golden arrow contained very powerful mana.

If you stick it on yourself, you will be scared.

The old man wanted to go to the rescue, but it was too late.

"Waste!" The old man scolded angrily.

The old man's sentence of waste is naturally the Ziwu sword.

"Kidnap and threaten the city Lord. Are you impatient?" The old man saw that the dark man didn't start immediately. He knew he wanted something, so he quickly calmed down.

"Hum! Everyone can kill the scum of Shura family!" The dark man's voice was cold to hell.

The old man was furious and shouted, "where did you come from? How dare you be so rude!"

The dark man did not answer the old man's words, but gently touched the arrow on the neck of the meridian sword.

Ziwu sword immediately cried and howled, and a few black smoke came up from his neck.

"Hum! The Shura people are really soft bones." The dark man sneered.

After the black smoke, the pain of Ziwu sword eased a little, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his scared legs trembled.

Shen Yi smiled to himself. It seems that this Shura family is just like this.

Ziwu sword ignored many and said in a trembling voice, "great Xia, I'm not from the Shura family. Please let me go, please!"

"Soft bones!" The old man gave an angry rebuke.

Although Ziwu sword is afraid of the old man, he cares more about his own life.

Hearing that Ziwu sword said he was not from Shura family, the dark man and Shen Yi were stunned.

On second thought, Shen Yi was relieved again.

Ziwu sword is right. He may not be a Shura.