After carving his sword skills, Zhou Luo, who was quite emotional in his heart, looked at the cabin and said a word, turned around and walked out of the door, picked up his luggage and walked towards his newly assigned house.

A moment later, as Zhou Luo came from the halfway point of the mountain to the top of the mountain, he saw rows of wooden and stone buildings with the same shape towering on the top of the mountain, and there were some people wearing cyan miscellaneous disciple uniforms and black formal disciple uniforms walking slowly around in the middle of the mountain.

Zhou Luo looked at the No. 2636 sign on his jade plate, and slowly looked for the one that belonged to him among these houses.

The style of these houses on the top of the mountain is much more exquisite than the houses where the miscellaneous disciples live, just like some pure and authentic houses of the rich earth, not only the area is much larger than before, with an area of three or four hundred square meters, but also has a separate courtyard, and each courtyard is separated by a distance of more than forty or fifty meters, and the privacy is much better than before.

Zhou Luo walked all the way, and finally saw the house with his own serial number, and he walked in happily.

The courtyard is full of all kinds of fruit trees, and there are some flowers and plants in the middle, Zhou Luo is very satisfied with looking at this new residence, although he has seen enough prosperity in the world of Qingyu Nian, but there can be such a courtyard in the Beiluo Star Palace, but he is also very satisfied with living in an ordinary cabin for many years.

Without waiting for Zhou Luo to look at it for a long time, a female handyman disciple in Tsing Yi came out of the room, who looked quite handsome and looked quite quiet.

As soon as this female miscellaneous disciple saw Zhou Luo, she hurriedly ran over in small steps, bowed to Zhou Luo and said, "Li Hanyan has seen Gongzi, I am a miscellaneous disciple specially sent to take care of Gongzi's daily life. ”

Zhou Luo looked the handsome woman in front of him up and down, nodded lightly and said hello to her, and then followed the woman into the house and began to put his luggage.

After a while, Zhou Luo, who had finally taken care of everything, looked at the woman in front of him with satisfaction and signaled that she could leave.

Hanyan bowed, quietly retreated, and returned to the small cabin in the courtyard that belonged to her alone.

Zhou Luo waited for the cold smoke to go out, and then he exhaled a little uncomfortably, and said that the two of them would live together in the future, and it seemed that he still had to get used to it slowly.

After a night of silence, Zhou Luo got up the next day and just walked out of the yard, he saw Han Yan slowly walking in from outside the yard with a food box in his hand.

As soon as she saw Zhou Luo, she hurriedly ran over in small steps and said softly: "Childe, this is the meal I just brought from the room, and I was about to put it outside the child's room, but I didn't expect the son to get up so quickly." ”

Saying that, she handed the food box to Zhou Luo's hands, Zhou Luo smiled, said hard work and signaled that Han Yan could do her own thing, Han Yan also quickly bowed and left, after all, she also had to rush back to her room to complete today's practice.

In this way, nearly two years passed in a flash, and Zhou Luo also successfully advanced to the fourth-order realm in three days.

In the past two years, Zhou Luo not only completely mastered the sword inheritance of the Dugu Sword Saint, but also performed his own exclusive sword technique--- Baiwei Hongchen Sword Technique, and raised his ranking to 97th on the ranking jade wall of formal disciples, and his name resounded throughout the entire miscellaneous disciples, formal disciples, and middle and low-level deacons.

As a newcomer who has just been promoted to become a formal disciple for only two years, Zhou Luo's ranking is simply dumbfounded.

You must know that as a formal disciple, it takes 12 years to get a challenge to promote a core disciple, which means that as long as you are not challenged by others to be eliminated, or die out of the task, the name of this official disciple can be maintained for a full 12 years.

Therefore, even for many formal disciples with excellent talents, if they want to get the top 100 rankings, they are basically almost ten years after being promoted to official disciples.

Zhou Luo's rapid progress is rare once in twenty or thirty years among formal disciples, this is a real genius, and even the kind of peerless genius who has the hope of being promoted to the true disciple of the sect.

Not to mention that there are many discussions about what these disciples are in the sect, and not to mention that there are also some people in the upper echelons of the sect who have set their eyes on him.

After Zhou Luo was successfully promoted to the fourth rank, he finally planned to start his second inheritance mission, to go to the world of the First Immortal to compete with those younger Tianjiao disciples for the first place on the human list, and win the new martial arts glory.

With a familiar slight dizziness, Zhou Luo saw that he had come to a bustling street similar to ancient China, where people came and went, rubbing shoulders, and it was really lively.

"Meng Qi, I'm here."

Zhou Luo looked into the distance with cold eyes, a smile of excitement appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself.

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"Sword one, slash!"

A sword qi several meters long fell from the sky, heading towards the thin old man who had just killed the convoy below, robbed the property, and was about to attack a beautiful lady in the convoy.

Seeing this, the old man's face remained unchanged, and he ruthlessly threw the beautiful lady into the car, turning into a phantom, and dodging Zhou Luo's powerful sky-breaking sword qi as dexterously as a swimming fish.

Zhou Luo's sky-breaking sword qi was dodged by the old man, and the direction could not be changed, and the poor horse at the old man's position just now was directly split in half all the way.

"Boy, do you think you're a swordsman? Your sword qi is all shot crooked. ”

The thin old man laughed strangely when he saw this, and looked gloatingly at Zhou Luo, who was coming in the distance like an arrow, and sneered.

Zhou Luo's face remained unchanged, and his body split into two at the moment he just came, turning into two sword-wielding phantoms and slashing towards the thin old man.

The old man's mouth continued to rattle, and the two emaciated claws were held at the long sword in Zhou Luo's hand, and the other was grabbed at Zhou Luo's face.

The nails of the old man's claws had a layer of green mist on them, and they were highly poisonous at a glance, Zhou Luo's face was indifferent, his body leaned back slightly, and a small movement dodged the old man's face-snatching blow.

"This poisonous gas is so raw!"

Although Zhou Luo dodged the old man's head-on blow and was not injured by his poisonous claws, the poison carried by the old man's fingernails was too strong, even if it was only a slight close smell, Zhou Luo felt a little uncomfortable.

Even so, the long sword in Zhou Luo's hand still fell down in a wonderful arc like a bird in the sky, pointing towards the old man's throat like an antelope hanging its horns.

This thin old man was very alert, his head shrank like a nimble turtle, and he let the sharp long sword in Zhou Luo's hand slash his scalp, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

Zhou Luo snorted coldly in disdain, and the silver-black long sword in his hand turned into several sword shadows and slashed straight down towards the cunning old man, with unusual power.

The old man had a slight sneer on his face, and in an instant his body sprang out like a monkey on fire, leaving a half-foot-deep toe mark on the hard dirt of the official road.

"You think you can hide, hide, you're killing yourself!"