Zhou Luo's face was indifferent and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, accompanied by a sharp pain like a torn skull, the potential in Zhou Luo's body was completely stimulated.

The ten-zhang sword in his hand shattered into tens of thousands of extremely sharp needle-like beams in an incredible way, and with a violent cracking demonic sound, it directly pierced through Li Qianfan's desperate punch and shot into his body.

"Bang!"

A brilliant blood mist exploded in the sky, and then they all flew down, splashing countless blood-colored dots on the martial arts field, and tens of thousands of tiny holes appeared on the floor made of the moon cold stone in an instant, and countless broken stone powder rose up, which was really a hellish scene.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing Li Qianfan's demise, Zhou Luo covered his face with his hands, the smile on his face could no longer be controlled, and he let out bursts of crazy laughter as if he were schizophrenic, which made the formal disciples around him frown, obviously very dissatisfied with his bloodthirsty performance.

And it was also in this kind of laughter, no one saw them, although the smile on Zhou Luo's face seemed to be infinitely arrogant, but the expression in his eyes was still only endless indifference and ancient wells, and his spirit had begun to crack.

Zhou Luo's laughter lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and it was not until he laughed so much that he couldn't stand up straight, he suddenly retracted all the smiles on his face, staggered to the ground, and entered a state of concentration and meditation.

And the devastating sword qi on his body at this time still did not stop fluctuating, but continued to surge violently, turning into a thunder fire dragon more than ten zhang long and circling and roaring, guarding his crumbling body and preventing outsiders from approaching.

The violent wind outside the dragon was howling, but Zhou Luo was not affected at all, and directly sat in the middle with his eyes closed, constantly suppressing the demon killing intent in his heart.

When the formal disciples who were watching around saw Zhou Luo's abnormal behavior, they all felt that something was wrong with his emotions, and countless discussions broke out.

This duel was full of something wrong, no one thought that he had been famous for a long time, and he was famous among the official disciples, Li Qianfan, who was ranked seventh, would be beaten to death by Zhou Luo in this martial arts arena today, and no one would have thought that Zhou Luo would dare to do such a thing that was isolated by everyone, absolutely no one thought of this!

"This is the demon, the real demon, slaughtering the same family! Demon Knife Zhou Luo, no, Sword Demon, he is a Sword Demon! ”

A disciple who was good friends with Li Qianfan outside the arena looked at Zhou Luo sitting in the blood-colored venue with blood-red eyes, roaring wildly in his mouth, like a bloodthirsty person, he went up and fought with Zhou Luo directly, but was directly stopped by the deacon who was watching from the sidelines and was not allowed to step forward.

No matter how arrogant, bloody and cruel Zhou Luo's performance this time was, with his performance in the martial arts arena and his age of just twenty-one years old, it was enough to make the sect pay attention.

The two deacons who were over fifty years old naturally knew this, and the casualties in the martial arts field were normal.

Zhou Luo's beating people into a blood mist is very cruel and unacceptable, but even so, their reason and the rules of the sect will not change because of this.

They don't let others disturb Zhou Luo's healing, no one will want to offend Zhou Luo, a rising celestial pride, even if he is so arrogant, they are too!

After a while, all the onlookers outside the martial arts hall dispersed, leaving only two senior deacons of the sect, a few disciples who had a very good relationship with Li Qianfan, and a girl wearing the clothes of a miscellaneous disciple were still present.

Zhou Luo, who hastily finished treating the injuries in his body, slowly got up, he dispersed the protection of the thunder and fire dragon and the surging wind outside his body, stood up silently, and looked around, looking for the figure of the girl in Hanyan.

As for the hostile gazes of several formal disciples who were friends with Li Qianfan outside the arena looking at him, he didn't even glance at him, so he directly ignored them.

Although it was not his intention to directly beat Li Qianfan into a blood mist this time, but since it has happened, he doesn't care, isn't it just a feud?

In the bloody rivers and lakes, who can not have a few enemies? He was confident in his own strength, and if they wanted to do it to themselves, regardless of the reason, they would do it all.

And if they want to play tricks outside the plate and bully their maid Hanyan, there are also sect rules there, and no one will die if they don't touch it.

Therefore, he didn't care about these official disciples who had formed a grudge without even knowing their names, like ants.

Zhou Luo's eyes were deflected, scanning the audience, looking for the figure of Han Yan, and the next second he saw a girl in a miscellaneous uniform squatting in the corner looking at him with a cheerful face.

Zhou Luo looked at this delicate girl who couldn't squeeze in front of the martial arts arena because of her low status, and could only squat timidly in a remote corner, walked forward briskly, and looked at her with a smile.

He didn't expect that Hanyan, who has always been in the nest and takes care of his life in an orderly manner, would have such a cowardly and soft scene, so his eyes were unconsciously full of smiles.

The girl in the corner shrank her head embarrassedly, and cautiously got up and stood up, avoiding the eyes of the formal disciples in the martial arts hall who had a good relationship with Li Qianfan.

In the corner, he smiled and said, "What are you doing here?" looks like I'm going to cry, I don't know, I think your son-in-law and I lost. ”

"Let's go, let's go home!"

The corners of Zhou Luo's mouth slowly curled, but his eyes glanced indifferently at the few formal disciples who were looking at Han Yan, their eyes were full of killing intent, which made them shudder.

Those formal disciples were worried that Zhou Luo would take the opportunity to trouble them, so they hurriedly left the martial arts hall when they saw this.

Zhou Luo slowly turned his head, looked at Han Yan who had just stood up from the corner and smiled, motioned for her to hurry up, and then turned away.

Han Yan, who had just stood up from the corner, pouted, and snorted softly at the few formal disciples who had left in a hurry, and then hurriedly followed like a puppy abandoned by his master.

Under the brilliant daylight, the shadows of the two were tall and short, slowly elongated, and tangled together.

......

In the twelfth year of Qing'an, spring, the second month of the peach month, a slight rain.

On the fourth day of Zhou Luo's entry into the Zhuxian World, he still didn't find any trace of humans.

I don't know why, every time Zhou Luo enters the world, there is always a high probability that he will be in a remote place, and he can rarely come directly to the bustling market.

This time it was even worse, as soon as Zhou Luo arrived, he found that he appeared directly in a monster's lair, and this monster was not weak.

The bloodline is also different from the poor monster of ordinary animals, but a mountain monarch who has the blood of a strange beast and has practiced for hundreds of years.

He has great magical powers, and he can be called a nobleman born with a golden soup spoon, but his IQ is not high.

If ordinary people, or even ordinary Xianmen disciples, fall directly into such a situation, they will definitely have the consequences that can only turn into a feast for this mountain monarch, and then be excreted by it, becoming a stinky fertilizer that nourishes the earth.

But Zhou Luo's divine powers were amazing, he didn't even use the sword technique he was best at, and with his own physical strength, he beat this mountain monarch who had hundreds of years of Taoism to a hard beating, and directly beat it to the service.

even let this mountain monarch with a not too high IQ be conquered by his amazing force, and directly became his mount.

Zhou Luo gave it a handsome name, Tiger Dabai, referred to as Dabai.

In the dense forest, among the rugged mountain roads, Zhou Luo was dressed in green clothes, carrying a long sword, and lazily half lying on the gray-haired tiger Xiaobai, who was three or four meters long, with a relaxed and comfortable expression.

He carried a verdant, misty jade gourd in his hand, and poured a few pieces of wine in the gourd into his mouth.

The wine poured out of this small blue-green gourd, which is less than the size of a palm, is obviously not an ordinary product, and the aroma of wine in the air is everywhere after every pour, exuding an ethereal spirit, as if you are in an ethereal heavenly realm, intoxicated.

Even the big white under Zhou Luo was so greedy by the abnormal aroma of wine in Zhou Luo's green gourd, it let out an angry whimper in its nose, and couldn't stop looking at Zhou Luo pitifully with its pair of bowl-sized tiger eyes, and its fat tiger butt was also shaking, obviously wanting to try it in its heart.

In the endless dense forest, the thick and continuous wide leaves on the thousand-year-old trees, like a giant umbrella holding the sky, cut off the drizzle falling from the sky, and only leaked a little cool and moist breeze over Zhou Luo's lazy face.

Zhou Luo closed his eyes slightly, rode a tiger through the forest, listened to the quiet around him, and the sound of splashing water on the rocks added to the tranquility of the dense forest, and his heart was unpleasant.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. ”

Zhou Luo happily let the drizzle in the sky pass through the thick and wide leaves above his head and brush his face, and looked at this pleasant forest scenery with his legs swaying, and felt poetic for a while, and couldn't help but recite a poem by Su Shi to express the happiness in his heart.

"Where are the horses? is clearly a tiger, but he is an illiterate master. ”

The big tiger under Zhou Luo muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, making his face pale for a while.

Zhou Luo hatefully patted the back of the big tiger under him a few times with his hand, and scolded in his mouth.

"What do you brute know? Childe, I'm borrowing the scenery to be lyrical, and you can also understand the affairs of cultural people? You're a lazy, you're all talking nonsense. ”

The big tiger under Zhou Luo snorted a few times dissatisfiedly, muttering that he also wanted to drink wine and eat meat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to walk.

"You lazy, it wasn't like this when I first accepted it a few days ago, I knew you were such a delicious lazy person, I shouldn't have accepted your stupid thing, but I should have pulled out your tiger skin and made a tiger skin coat to wear."

"Hurry up, when you get out of this mountain, I will buy wine and drink with you, but don't think about the elixir and jade liquid in my gourd."

Zhou Luo helplessly patted the lazy butt under him, sighed, and made a promise to let it go faster, if it weren't for the fact that the flying of the imperial sword was too physically demanding, and this fat tiger had extraordinary qualifications, he would have flown out of this dense forest quickly, which is like it has been almost four days now and has only walked more than a thousand miles.

After walking the mountain road for a long time, the night gradually darkened again, although he was not afraid of the demons and evil people in the mountains, but Zhou Luo, who had been bumping around on the big tiger for a day, was not ready to continue to move forward.

He rolled over and got off the back of the big tiger, looking at the obviously sparse woods in front of him, twisting his face, even the unknown trees that were much younger, and planned to comfort his stomach.

Zhou Luo sat cross-legged in an unknown wildflower that was blooming luxuriantly, and used the flames to roast the mountain roe deer caught by the big tiger Xiaobai, and roasted it to a golden brown in a few breaths.

Xiaobai stuck out his tongue, his nose twitched rapidly, and he looked greedily at the golden roe deer meat in Zhou Luo's hand like a greedy dog, and when Zhou Luo just poured the honey and spices he took out of the package, it couldn't wait to bite it and swallow it into its stomach.

Zhou Luo knocked the dishonest big guy on the head with his scabbard, glared at it, and warned it to obey the rules.

Big Tiger Xiaobai rolled around on the mud floor angrily, boringly scratching the thick black mud on the ground with his paws, until Zhou Luo divided more than half of the roe deer meat into its mouth, it stopped the chaotic commotion, turned to eat with peace of mind, and became quiet again.

The night in the mountains and forests always comes extremely fast, and quietly, Zhou Luo just finished eating the roe deer meat in his hand, and the night has become extremely heavy.

In the trance-like mountains and forests, the cold mountain wind and the misty drizzle made the temperature in the mountains and forests much colder all of a sudden.

Zhou Luo waved his hand to condense a small light curtain, leaned his body on the body of the big tiger Xiaobai, and fell asleep leisurely.

At night, the mountains and forests are heavily shaded, the pines are solemn, the rocks are dull, and it is very cold.

The land around Zhou Luo was full of whispering insects and roaring nocturnal beasts, and the damp night was as thick as ink.

At the warm belly of the big tiger and the little white, Zhou Luo's face had a slight mocking sneer, as if he was waiting for something.