The Imperial Spirit Continent, the country of fire, the province of Yanyu. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A white crow swooped down from the nine skies, like a meteor falling at a rapid speed, and it was about to hit the Xuantian lightning rod on the roof, slowing down instantly, and the golden rooster stood on the tip of the needle.

Everything about the Luo family is in full view.

In the martial arts arena, the children of the Luo family are all in good spirits, punching and kicking, whistling into the wind, tigers standing in the mountains and forests, apes climbing dangerous cliffs, white cranes spreading their wings, and hungry wolves pounce on food...... The moves are fierce and deadly, the friction between muscles, the collision between weapons, sometimes the thunder rolls into the sky, and sometimes the iron cavalry sword and gun battle drums.

Everyone in the martial arts arena was sweating and bleeding, except for one person - Luo Yang, the youngest son of Luo Wentian, the head of the Luo family.

His legs were born disabled, his three veins were clogged, and his seven rounds were gloomy, and he spent fourteen years in a wheelchair. His cheeks were thin and well-defined, and his eyes were slightly squinted, like the blue water, clear and deep, like a smile but not a smile, a lazy little fox curled up alive.

Sou!

A cold light burst through the air, so fast that the humming sound made by rubbing against the air made many people's ears hurt.

Wealth and glory are sought by ordinary people, and they travel for nine days to laugh at the princes.

Thousands of miles of people kill people without taking a picture, a sword cold light fourteen states!

Edgeworthiness!

"If you want to protect things, you must first protect yourself. Without an unrivaled physique and mind, forcibly guarding things will only go mad and cause death!"

Luo Lie, a first-class magician, is also one of the few magicians in the Luo family. The body is like a towering hill, the voice is like a big Lu Hongzhong, the square cheeks, the cheekbones are protruding, the eyes are like copper bells, and he is not angry and arrogant. The air pressure around the area plummeted, giving people a sense of suffocation.

"Uncle Lie, when can we start practicing the Imperial Relics?" someone shouted.

"I didn't learn to walk, I just thought about running, and the mayfly shook the big tree -- I can't measure myself! If you want to be a royal object, you must first open up the seven chakras and three veins, enter the realm of the imperial body, and breed the imperial qi after being reborn. The stronger the Imperial Qi, the stronger the objects that can be controlled!"

As he spoke, the steel sword in Luo Lie's hand soared into the air again, making a buzzing sound.

With a flick of his fingers, the flying sword had already come to Luo Yang on the side, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows, leaving no gap.

"Which of the ancestors of my Luo family is not a master of imperial arts, the sword flies, the imperial god is to look at the world, and the head of the enemy will be cut in the army, and the bag is taken. Otherwise, where would you be able to practice comfortably now!"

After listening to Luo Lie's teachings, the children of the clan, who were already a little tired, regained their energy, all of them were vigorous and high-spirited.

"Uncle, it's these lines every day, don't you feel bored, the overnight dinner I listened to is about to erupt. Luo Yang looked at Luo Lie, who was smiling beside him, and said.

"If they're half as smart as you, I don't have to say that. Luo Lie's eyes were still fixed on the field.

"It is said that Huiji will be injured, but I didn't expect it to hurt so deeply. Luo Yang muttered to himself, laughing a little sarcastically.

After a breath, he looked at the sword hidden behind his back in Luo Lie's hand with great interest, "It's just, uncle, don't show me in the future, even if your flying sword advances another half an inch, my life will be over." I'm unlucky enough to want to cry Amitabha at a young age. ”

"So little confidence in Uncle's swordsmanship?"

Confidence is such a thing, it seems that every confident and even conceited person has no shortage of this thing, but faith cannot save lives, more often it will make people lose their lives, so there are sayings such as "those who drown are able to water, and those who are killed are skilled in martial arts" and so on. Therefore, Luo Yang prefers to believe that the ship of ten thousand years can be sailed carefully.

"I never had faith in anything that could threaten my survival. Luo Yang raised his eyes, saw the wind surging, said that, waved his hand, and signaled the girl behind him.

"Third Young Master, if your leg can be cured, I will teach you what I have learned all my life without reservation!" Luo Lie's eyes were blazing, staring at the lifeless legs hanging like two dried salted fish.

"Uncle, there is everything in this world, but there is no if. ”

Luo Yang smiled back, and the sound of the wheelchair creaking accompanied him as he walked away.

The breeze was mixed with dust, the sun was hot and affectionate, and within half an hour, the wind roared, and after a few thunders, there was a torrential rain.

The thunder was deafening, the purple lightning continued to tear the sky apart, and suddenly a crackling electric current fell from the sky, impartially falling on the Xuantian lightning rod, lightning and flint, the stone broke the sky, and scattered the birds and beasts.

No one noticed that after the thunder, the crow on the lightning rod flapped its wings a few times and flew away.

After the crow rushed into the sky, it spread its wings violently, and its size became ten million times larger, and its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, and the wind and clouds changed between the waves, and in the blink of an eye, it was the Stygian Sea 90,000 miles away. Entering the sky above the Stygian Sea, his body shrank again, turning into an ordinary letter crow, and landed on the shoulder of the man in black.

"Stupid!"

One word, two words, spit out from the lips and teeth of the man in black like a cloud, the sound waves were like a boulder thrown into the water, stirring, the heavens and the earth shook, and after stabilizing, a fire meteor dragged a long tail, came from the chaotic void, and fell to the unknown.

I don't know if it's because of the abnormal weather or because of the strong fire, Luo Yang only feels a little sleepy, his eyelids are beating hard, and his heart is "pounding" from time to time, which is very unpleasant.

After sneezing a few times, Luo Yang pinched his nose, which was very refreshing because of the ventilation, and muttered: "I think about it, I scold it and I catch a cold, it's all five or six, how many love debts did I owe in my last life? How many scoldings have I received? How many times have I been sick?"

Rumble!

There was a hole in the roof with the size of a round bowl. I wanted to feel sorry for the house that had suffered an unwarranted disaster, but when he felt an indescribable burning sensation in his abdomen surging, he no longer had this leisure and elegance.

Blood and fire, concocting into a magma-like liquid, shook in the cavern of Luo Yang's abdomen.

Sure enough, when you're unlucky, it's "death coming" every minute. Luo Yang had imagined 10,000 ways to die, but he had never thought of this.

Yes!

Pain, despair, resentment, innocence...... All the negative emotions condensed into a heart-rending howl, boiling, evaporating, and dying under the mixture of blood and tears.

There are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck. However, it is precisely in the midst of the storm and clouds that the golden scales will turn into dragons, and the blessings and blessings will lie in wait.

A moment, a moment, a moment.

In the hole in Luo Yang's chest, a ball of light appeared, as if it was spiritual, and this light gradually flourished until it enveloped his entire body, and in the following time, the bones, flesh, and tendons repaired almost quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the girl heard the howl like killing a pig, she rushed into the house, and saw the young master lying naked, and some indescribable part was even full of vitality, pointing to the sky, and her cheeks instantly blushed.

You don't have to sleep for a long time before you die, and you will sleep for a long time after you die. At least Luo Yang was convinced of it before, but after waking up from death, he was somewhat resentful: Who is this nonsense and wasting Lao Tzu's faith.

"Cui'er, if you've seen enough, bring some clothes. ”

Watching Cuicui run out of the smoke, Luo Yang scolded the ignorant little **** in his heart, and began to check his body seriously.

There is no problem! Even the disabled leg at the beginning is slightly conscious. This is the **** luck that has gone through eight lifetimes. Resurrection from the dead, like a dream.

Yujutsu.

The sudden thought made him a little excited, and this hazy thought, which seemed unattainable at first, was now so clear that it was even within reach.

Good luck is good, karma or coincidence, feng shui takes turns, this year to my house, but Mu Xiu in the forest wind will destroy it, Taoguang Yang obscure and slowly try to it, is the right way, otherwise life will not be long. After all, there are too many pairs of green eyes watching, and too many highly poisonous hearts are still beating. Luo Yang secretly speculated, and made up his mind by the way.

In the Imperial Spirit Continent, Imperial Art means everything. The strong survive, the weak perish, and those who have nothing to do with the magic are no different from ants, living in obscurity, dying silently, as if they have never been to this world. On the contrary, the glory enjoyed by the powerful in the imperial arts is beyond the reach of ordinary royal families. The strength of a country is judged by the number and strength of the magicians.

Dressed and in a wheelchair, Luo Yang could feel the wild growth of his leg muscles, just like his joy and ambition.

"Third Young Master, are you okay. Cuicui's voice is like a yellow warbler, and she listens to it.

Luo Yang slapped her ass lightly and heavily, and grabbed it by the way, plump and full, and felt very good, like grabbing the rich and gentle township with one hand, which made people reluctant to let go.

"Third Young Master, ...... you" Cuicui was so shocked that she almost jumped up, anxious and ashamed, her face was so red that she could drip blood.

"What can I do, young master, but your little hoof, your figure is getting better and better, and your person is getting more and more beautiful. ”

"I'll be back tomorrow. Cuicui bit her lip.

"And then, you're going to sue me and have him take my third leg off as well?"

"Third Young Master, the family property will be divided tomorrow, are you really not worried at all?" Cuicui's face gradually softened from Fang Cai's shyness.

Luo Yang was taken aback silently, divided the family property, and almost forgot about it.

Luo Wentian, the head of the Luo family, said that the youngest son Luo Yang will be the last day of fourteen years old tomorrow, and he will be an adult when he reaches fifteen. In the Imperial Spirit Continent, the day the youngest son reaches adulthood is the time to divide the family property. As for how to divide it, it's simple and crude: according to strength, to put it bluntly, it is the strength of the imperial art. The strong get more, the weak get less, or even not. The strongest will be cultivated as the next head of the family, and the weakest will be deprived of their qualifications to guard the family. Without the protection of the family, life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky.

Luo Yang knew that this eternal law would not open the door because of himself, and it was impossible for the family elders to agree, not to mention that he did not feel the slightest warmth of fatherly love on his father Luo Wentian, and there was almost no possibility of being pitied by him. Prepare for the worst, and the mood is not so bad.

Dormant.

Does such a trivial matter as dividing the family property have anything to do with a crippled young master? For now, the plan is to sit honestly in a wheelchair, watch a play, act in a play, direct a play, and then go away with his clothes, and hide his merit and fame.

Brother is a man who wants to become the supreme of imperial arts!

As for the roads that have been planned by the predecessors, forget it.