"It's coming, it's coming!"

A voice sounded in the crowd, followed by a young man in white flying over. Yes, it's really flying, not jumping or jumping, and as soon as it appears, it causes a burst of exclamations.

"It's Bai Feiyang, the little uncle of Longhu Mountain!"

"It turns out that Wanlong and him are good friends!"

"Of course, Dragon Tiger Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain have always been good friends, and both of them are genius disciples in their respective sects, isn't it normal to help each other?"

"Even Bai Feiyang has made a move, this excitement is worth watching!"

The crowd was chattering, the excitement was beyond words, it was not uncommon for private fights to occur in the training camp, firstly, everyone was still young, it was the age of blood and qi, and it was normal to fight if they didn't agree with each other, and secondly, everyone was considered a good seedling in their own sect or family or city, and they had long developed an arrogant and domineering character, and it was normal for them to be unconvinced by each other, but it was the first time in history that they did it in public, and there were so many top disciples involved!

Dressed in white, spotless Bai Feiyang, with a strong charm on his shoulder, landed in a chic "oh", and then asked, "Who am I hitting?" ”

Bai Feiyang watched in the crowd for a long time, and he wanted to do it for a long time, but at the beginning, Wan Long and Yin Luoluo had the upper hand, so he didn't intervene, but Du Hong and Tan Zuo appeared together, and he couldn't hold it back for a long time, and Wan Long shouted and immediately flew over.

"That-" Seeing that Wang Qianchen was going to fight nonsense again, Wan Long pointed with his chin while dealing with Tan Zuo.

"Okay, that's what I want!" Bai Feiyang grinned, then pulled out the long sword from his waist, and flew in front of Wang Qianchen in a blink of an eye.

Wang Qianchen was in the limelight at the recruit conference before, which attracted many genius disciples to want to compete with him, and Bai Feiyang was also one of them, and this time he finally had a chance.

"Look at the sword!" Bai Feiyang held a long sword in his hand and stabbed Wang Qianchen everywhere around him.

Wang Qianchen had no choice but to fight back with a brick, and the sound of "clanging" kept sounding, but unfortunately the weapon was really an inch long and an inch strong, and although the hardness of the bricks was incomparable, it had no advantage at this time.

Just when Wang Qianchen was considering the skills he used, the sword was really easy for him, many swordsmanship could be self-taught, and he drew inferences from one another, heard one and knew ten, and there was also Dao sword qi condensed in the air.

In Longhu Mountain, Bai Feiyang can be regarded as a good hand at using a sword, otherwise he really can't afford the title of "genius disciple". Not only does he use the sword well, but he also learns the spells of Longhu Mountain well, and the "Thunder Sword" of Longhu Mountain is famous all over the world.

And after reaching a certain level, the power of the "Thunder Sword" is even better than the exclusive lightning channeling technique!

The thousand-year-old heritage of Longhu Mountain, known as the head of thousands of gates, is certainly not a joke.

But now, Bai Feiyang does feel a little tricky.

Under Wang Qianchen's fierce swordsmanship, Bai Feiyang actually retreated step by step, and had to turn around and shout: "Wanlong, I can't beat him!" ”

"Impossible, he has just entered the Stone Realm......" Wan Long was very surprised.

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, I really can't beat him! If you want to use other means, I am afraid of irreversible consequences! Bai Feiyang looked helpless.

"Then you protect our disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, just that nonsense and Zhang Quan!" Wan Long knew that Bai Feiyang was powerful, and the consequences of making trouble were unimaginable, and no one arranged the Qingming space, so he could only say so.

"Okay!" Bai Feiyang had no opinion this time, and quickly flew towards Hu Yan, and then flew towards Zhang Quan, and after grabbing the two, he flew into the air with a "sigh".

"Wow-" The people in the training camp looked up and let out an exclamation.

Wang Qianchen also raised his head and looked at Bai Feiyang in the sky, also surprised.

It turns out that this man can fly!

Is this what Li Qianqiu said, the awakened person who has mastered the art of flying?

It's a pity that you can only fly one meter high when you are in the sand realm, and you can fly five or six meters high when you are in the soil realm, and you haven't tried it in the stone realm, and it is estimated that it is only ten meters high.

At such a low distance, it is easy to scare people when you really want to fly, so Wang Qianchen rarely shows it to the outside world.

"How's it going, is it okay?" At least Bai Feiyang, who was suspended at a height of dozens of meters, carried Hu Yan and Zhang Quan in his left and right hands, and smiled at Wang Qianchen with his head down.

Hu Yan was already unconscious, but Zhang Quan was still awake, and immediately screamed "ahhhh

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"Ahem", "ahem", ......

Shen Luo suddenly woke up from the bed in a subconscious cough, opened his mouth wide and took a few deep breaths, then quickly took out a small bottle from under the pillow, poured out a yellow sè ball the size of a bean grain and swallowed it.

He sat still on the bed for a while, feeling the tightness in his chest and the cold gradually subside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After Shen Luo smiled bitterly, he slowly put on the neatly folded clothes on the chair next to him, and then habitually glanced at the desk in the corner.

On the table is a pale yellow sè shabby book, on the surface of which is written "Chunhua Strange Stories" in five neat black sè characters.

Shen Luo frowned, then withdrew his gaze, slowly opened the door and walked out of the room.

"The eldest son."

Outside the door, there was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi guarding there, and when he saw Shen Luo coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

In the distance, there are faintly large and continuous groups of houses, red tiles and white walls, and there are forty or fifty houses of various sizes combined.

"How many times did I cough last night? Are there any other movements? Shen Luo glanced at the little guy and asked lightly.

"Eldest Prince, you coughed thirteen times last night, and there was no other sound." The little guy had some blackened bags under his eyes, and replied, vaguely afraid of Shen Luo.

Shen Luo nodded, didn't ask anything more, and walked straight past the little guy.

The young man in Tsing Yi followed closely with interest.

After passing through several long corridors and a garden covering an acre of land, Shen Luo walked to a building that looked like a main hall.

When the two servant women standing in front of the hall saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and Shen was also quite afraid of Shen Luo.

"Luo'er, you're here. How was your rest last night? Come in and have some ginseng soup. I asked someone to cook it for you. A man's concerned voice came from the hall.

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"With Lao's father worried, the child rested well last night." Shen Luoshen moved slightly, replied, and walked into the hall.

I saw that there was a round table full of delicacies in the hall, and several people were sitting around, and on the main seat was a middle-aged man in his forties, with slightly gray hair, and a little premature.

The middle-aged man was Shen Yuange, Shen Luo's father, and he looked at Shen Luo happily at the moment.

"Brother Luo is up! Xiaocui, hurry up and serve the ginseng soup, didn't you hear the master's instructions? A beautiful woman with beaded hair next to Shen Yuange barely smiled when she saw Shen Luo.

"There's Lao Erniang."

Shen Luo nodded lukewarmly at the woman.

"Big brother."

"Big brother."

A teenager and a young girl next to the woman also got up and said hello to Shen Luo, the two were about fourteen or fifteen years old, and their faces were three or four points similar to Shen Luo, they were his half-siblings, one was called Shen Ci, and the other was Shen Mumu.

The two were born to one child, but they reacted very differently to Shen Luo at the moment.

The younger brother Shen Ci looked at Shen Luo's gaze and dodged, and it was actually a little similar to those subordinate gods.