Yuling Kingdom, Lianbi City, one of the prosperous cities on Yuanyang Imperial Continent, people have their own lives.

Some people choose to cultivate and embark on the path of cultivation.

Some people choose to live and spend their lives in peace.

But such a choice can only exist among ordinary people, and those children of the so-called big families have been determined to have their goals in this life before they are born.

Have they ever envied the lives of ordinary people?

There was one person whom he envied.

The enviable result is just the exclusion and cold eyes of the family.

On the nine heavens of Chenyuan Danque, the Luo River is flowing and the soup is boiling.

Wu Luochen, the youngest genius of the martial family.

But just a poor man.

He is the most talented in cultivating the Tao, but he is the most unwilling to cultivate.

In a sense, this is also a great sorrow in the world.

The Nine Palaces Dragon Flame Hundred Tribulation Array, when the formation was formed, caused a sensation in the whole city.

Wufu, Beicangyuan.

There are countless precious fairies abundant here, like a sea of flowers, and like a fairyland on earth.

A crystal clear laurel exudes bursts of silver light, adding a bit of cool color to the place.

This can be said to be the most extensive courtyard in the martial arts, but in this huge courtyard, there are only two young people who are with each other.

Wu Luochen felt the scorching breath in the air and the turmoil of the "family" outside, and said lightly: "Wu Starling, it's the Tan family." ”

The little boy scratched his head and said, "Young Master, you are embarrassed, compared to you, your small perception is compared to you, it is simply a heaven and an underground." ”

Wu Luochen's thin pitiful lips slightly curled to the side.

Tan Lang...... You're a poor man, too. ”

......

It has been three days since Yang Junan and the three of them came to provoke.

In the past three days, Tan Lang stayed at home and only did one thing.

Practice.

Temptation must be tempted, but to tempt without being able to guarantee one's own safety is purely seeking death.

So Tan Lang decided to retreat and do penance.

In the realm, he has already caught up with the original level, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is a real foundation building five products.

In terms of body method, the Yellow Rank Middle-grade Fire Line Walking Sky Dome can no longer satisfy Tan Lang now.

There are only two styles of Nine Leaf Fire Lotus Slash and Thousand Moon Slash Heaven, which is really not enough to see compared to the people of the four major families.

And now, Di Jue has not yet woken up, the Tan family's battle pavilion has been destroyed, and all the battle tricks inside have turned into dust.

As for the Star, Moon Heavenly Pupil and Shangqing Yuchen Xuan Spirit Body in the Holy Son's Order, they could not achieve results in a short period of time.

In this case, Tan Lang chose to take a risk.

The so-called wealth is in danger, and at this moment, life and family are also in danger!

"Brother Lang, do you really want to do this?"

"Little junior brother, you must know that you have done this like this, which is unprecedented. ”

"Little junior brother, someone like you Senior Brother Jianyi is already very risky. You've got to think about it. ”

Bu Yunxi, Zhong Qi, and Fan Shurui were all frightened by Tan Lang's decision.

Tan Lang's eyes were shining, he looked at everyone, and said, "Yunxi, senior brother and sister, this time, although I took a risk, I had no choice. ”

"Trust me!"

Several people looked at each other, and this time, even Zhong Qi had no idea.

"He can do it. ”

Jian Yi spoke.

"......"

Bu Yunxi was always relieved, and was about to ask Jian Yi for the reason, but was stopped by Jian Yi's gaze.

The sharp eyes like a sword were full of trust in Tan Lang.

Tan Lang smiled happily, turned around and walked into the room, and a small magic circle quietly took shape.

Since then, one door has become two worlds.

Tan Lang's figure disappeared, and Jian Yizhong leaned against the window with his sword in his hand, looking at the dead tree outside the window.

A small shoot, as if responding to Jian Yi's gaze, strives to break through the soil and soak up the sun.

At that time, the evil road of the world was difficult and dangerous, and at this time, the dead wood was spring.

Tan Lang wants to practice.

Tyrannomy Fist Sutra!

Tan Lang went in retreat, and Jian Yi and the others couldn't just wait like this.

The Tan family's mansion has been ruined, and it's time to renovate it.

So, under the command of Zhong Qi, everyone began the post-disaster reconstruction work in an orderly manner.

Zhong Qi bought furniture, Bu Yunxi cleaned the courtyard, and Fan Shurui was forcibly arranged to deal with the pool of stagnant water.

Even though this guy was reluctant, he still compromised under the "obscenity" of the little junior sister and the fourth senior sister.

As for Jian Yi, oh, he didn't do that.

People don't look like people who do this.

Well, in fact, it was Tan Lang who had other arrangements for him.

Jietian Street is the longest and most prosperous street in Lianbi City.

Jianyi strolls through this bustling and noisy street, which seems a little out of place with his surroundings.

Even if he was wearing a magic weapon cloak that could isolate everything from himself, the sharp aura that filled his whole body because of his cultivation of the sword still made the people around him a little uncomfortable.

Especially for ordinary people who have no true qi and true yuan.

But he didn't seem to realize it himself, and his momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

Of course, maybe he didn't know it and couldn't control it at all.

Soon, he walked to the door of the martial arts house, and the plaque on the door reads, Wufu, two big characters.

These two words are like a blazing flame, and they are constantly moving.

"I'm looking for the little master of the martial arts. Jian Yi knocked lightly on the door and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the vermilion lacquer gate opened a gap for only one person.

Jian Yi stepped in, and the people who opened the door on both sides didn't ask, just said a word.

"To the north, North Cangyuan. ”

After that, the two of them left directly, and they didn't care about that attitude.

Almost at the same time, a boy with two buns came running from a distance and asked playfully, "Coming to find my young master?"

Jian Yi nodded.

"Come with me. ”

After saying that, he led Jian Yi to disappear in the Wufu mansion.

By the time Jian Yi reappeared here, it had only passed less than a cup of tea.

Wu Luochen was wearing a snow-white fox fur, holding in his hand the things sent by the sharp-eyed sword cultivator just now.

He looked at the direction of Tan Mansion for a long time, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Tan Lang, you can really make trouble for me. You've got me right. ”

Seeing this, the little boy Wu Xing asked, "Young Master, what did that person give you?"

"Probably, it's a memory. ”

With that, there was a "crackle" in his hand twice, and a handful of charred pieces scattered from his palm.

Wu Xing looked over and vaguely recognized that it was a small jade cicada.

At this moment, a very discordant voice sounded, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Wu Luochen, come out to Young Master Ben!"

Wu Luochen frowned instantly.

The owner of the voice got closer and closer, and Wu Xing hurriedly ran out.

"Young Master Jie, what are you doing here. Our young master has ordered that you can't go in. ”

"Smack"!

The sound was extremely crisp, and a fiery red palm print was printed on Wu Xing's face.

"Dog minion, what are you, dare to stop me, you are tired of it. ”

After all, he has to make a move.

But I saw a figure disappear in a flash, and Wu Luochen had already appeared, separated between the two.

"Wu Shaojie, what are you crazy about. ”

Wu Shaojie spat under the laurel tree and said, "I heard that grandpa gave you another Yuanyang Golden Pill?"

The grandfather in his mouth is Wu Lingqiu.

Wu Luochen stared coldly at the filth and responded, "So what?"

"Bring it. ”

"Why?"

Wu Luochen turned his head and faced Wu Shaojie.

Don't look at Wu Luochen is only eighteen years old, but the aura of this body is not worse than that of Wu Shaojie, who is in his twenties, and even faintly overpowered.

"You're looking for death, so you can bring it. ”

"Get out!"

After that, Wu Luochen walked back without looking back.

Wu Shaojie, who had just been deflated by a nobody outside, was treated like this by this youngest "waste" brother, and he was completely angry.

"Stinky boy, a waste dares to be so crossy. I really don't know what grandpa thinks, not only gave you this Beicangyuan, but also gave you Yuanyang Jindan like an offering. ”

"You little bastard, your third brother, I will teach you a good lesson for the father who is as wasteful as you, and your shameless mother. ”

"Let you know how to talk to your brother in the martial arts family!"

Before he finished speaking, the gun was already in hand.

Straight to Wu Luochen's heart, this is ......

Want his life!