The holy land of the Luo family clan, with a radius of thousands of miles and a vigorous aura, can be regarded as the best place for cultivation. This sacred place is originally from ancient ruins,

Back then, the ancestors of the Luo family fought with a saint Yuan realm powerhouse, and made some contributions, as a reward, they gave this secret realm to the ancestors of the Luo family, and it has continued to appear, and this secret realm holy land has become a guarantee that the Luo family has been smooth sailing for thousands of years.

But this is the existence of the treasure in the eyes of the Luo family, and in the eyes of Luo Sheng, that's it, in his words, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, and he doesn't have the ability to pick three or four now, so make do with it.

Just when Luo Sheng looked around with a normal face, Luo Dafu was full of sorrow, you must know that the last time he returned to the clan holy land to cultivate was five years ago, and that time he only stayed in a hurry for half a year, and then left, and that half a year of retreat was worth a full ten years when he was in the outside world, but the hateful thing was that he was only one pass away from the innate realm, but he had to leave the holy land with regrets.

Five years have passed, and the pass is still the same pass, and it still hasn't broken through to the next level. Thinking of this, the corners of Luo Dafu's mouth twitched a little, and he took a deep breath, and when he looked at his son who was a hanger in a calm mood, he immediately became angry again. Others give birth to sons, and he also gives birth to sons, why is it that someone else's family is a genius, but he gave birth to a stupid talent who can only play with mud, God doesn't help, God doesn't help!

In the depths of the holy land, the aura is overflowing, the sky is full of rainbows, like ten thousand ribbons fluttering in the wind, and occasionally spirit beasts and birds pass by, not afraid of the living.

Along the way, there were often groups of disciples in the house, nodding and saluting Luo Dafu and Zhang Protector, and looking at Luo Sheng by the way.

The children of these clans are all outstanding talents in the sect, and they have been practicing in the inner mansion for some time, just looking at their eyes and the appearance of their spiritual energy surging, they know that their realm and strength cannot be underestimated.

Some whispered, some ridiculed and ridiculed, they had already heard of Luo Sheng, the "rising star" of the Luo family.

"I heard that our clan brother is one in a thousand talents, I don't know how he will perform this time, hehe......"

"Brother Clan, like this kind of talent who has been playing with mud for fifteen years, we have never heard of it, we have never seen it, haha......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed.

Luo Sheng turned a deaf ear to these sarcastic words, and only treated them as a group of noisy flies, and did not take them seriously at all.

But Luo Dafu is different, these words are like countless slaps on the face, and he was so embarrassed by a group of juniors that he couldn't even lift his head.

Looking at the Dharma protector again, there was a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, turning a blind eye to the rudeness of a group of juniors, and leading the two of them into a light curtain gate with his head held high.

One step in, it is full of Qionglou Yuyu, pavilions and pavilions, majestic and magnificent buildings, extremely luxurious.

"It turned out that the fourth brother greeted him personally, and Duff said hello to the fourth brother!" As soon as Luo Dafu and the others entered the gate, Luo Zhiyuan, the fourth oldest member of the Luo family, had already brought a young man to greet him here.

In today's selection, Luo Zhiyuan is in charge of all the affairs in the inner government, so he has already prepared.

Luo Zhiyuan is currently the elder of the clan, and he can be regarded as an extremely young existence among the elders, just looking at his clothes and flying around his body, he knows that his strength is extremely high, the key is that he always has a smile on his face, giving people a very confident impression, and people can't see through his depth.

Luo Sheng knows that such a person is often like a poisonous snake, always giving people a fatal blow when he is unexpected, and his appearance of smiling is enough to prove that this kind of person is by no means a good man and a woman.

Luo Sheng snorted coldly in his heart, it doesn't matter what kind of thing you are, you provoked Uncle Ben and squeezed out the for you.

"Today's selection also hopes that the fourth brother will take care of it a lot, the dog is young, and the future future can be pointed to the fourth brother!" "Luo Dafu loves his son, although Luo Sheng has not called him a father for more than ten years, but blood is thicker than water, he always hopes that his biological son will have a little talent, even if he is a false job in the clan and waits for death.

Luo Dafu spoke, and glanced at Luo Shenglian, "Rabbit Weizi, I won't give you the fourth uncle to salute, how much you will be in the future will point to your fourth uncle!"

Uncle Ben is an authentic demon master, old thing, it's not for Uncle Ben that he has eaten idle meals at your house for more than ten years, just with your disrespectful attitude, the bones will be dismantled for you, hum!

Thinking about it, the number of courtesies that should be there can't be lost, Luo Sheng clasped his hands and saluted Luo Zhiyuan, "The fourth uncle is above, please accept the little nephew!"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled on his face, and even said "no courtesy", but he heard the young man next to Luo Zhiyuan say: "Brother, the selection of disciples in the clan is not child's play, it is not something that you can choose based on your words, it depends on talent, but I heard that the talent of the clan brother is not bad, but it is just a talent for playing with mud, haha......"

As he spoke, he turned around and left, ignoring Zhiyuan's reprimand.

Luo Zhiyuan pointed to the back of the young man, and said: "Eighth brother, don't be angry, my kid is fine anywhere, he just loves to tell the truth too much, don't go to your heart!"

That young man is Luo Zhiyuan's youngest son Luo Ying, I heard that he is the genius of the Xuanming Yellow Furnace, less than eighteen is already the acquired realm, among the thousands of young children in the clan, that is also the best, he has the capital of pride.

Luo Dafu said that it was okay, but his face was already red with anger, and he was angry but there was no way to vent it, this feeling was too embarrassing, and his stomach was about to explode.

Luo Zhiyuan and the head of the family are brothers, protected by the head of the family, and they have risen to prominence over the years, and even his son has been blessed by the powerful in the clan. But there is no way, Luo Dafu can only swallow his anger, who let Luo Zhiyuan be the younger brother of the head of the family, and the next room is like a mountain!

Just as Roduff was about to swallow this breath, the voice of his precious son Rasheng was heard in his ears.

"An idiot in the acquired realm, arrogant Nima, even if Uncle Ben has played with mud for fifteen years, he can beat you ten!"

Luo Sheng said to the background of Luo Ying, who was far away, and his voice was half as loud as it was, which happened to make Luo Ying hear it directly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't bother to care about Luo Zhiyuan's reaction, and played with his fingers.

Luo Zhiyuan was almost choked to death by this sentence, his expression of surprise flashed, he didn't expect this unsuccessful junior to dare to talk back in front of him. As far as his identity is concerned, it would be good not to provoke others, but now he was actually sprinkled with a soak of urine on his head by Luo Sheng, and when he came up in one breath, he actually made him laugh, but no matter how you look at this smile, it is also cold.

Luo Ying, who was halfway away, looked back and glared, "Little Zamao, you say it again!"

Luo Sheng smiled and said casually: "It's the same if you say it ten times, just you idiot, Uncle Ben will beat you ten by one!"

Luo Ying was about to make a move, but was glared at by Luo Dafu, who said coldly: "Fourth brother, my nephew said that my son is a little miscellaneous hair, so won't I become an old miscellaneous hair?"

Luo Zhiyuan snorted twice, did not answer, and led Luo Ying away, "Eighth brother, I will send you here, the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, this is a good thing, but you should also know the truth that disaster comes from your mouth, and ask for more blessings!"

Before the words fell, the father and son also disappeared.

Luo Dafu had to glare at Luo Sheng fiercely, and there was obviously more appreciation in his eyes, neither humble nor arrogant, there was a kind!