After three bows, the master and apprentice swore an oath.

Sang Luo helped the little boy up from the ground, pulled out a sword from Xuanyuanzong's sword mound, and handed it to him.

"I'm a sword cultivator, so from the beginning, you can practice swordsmanship."

The boy nodded.

Sang Luo asked him,

"What's your name?"

Knowing the name, you should also ask Luo Zhouxing to help carve the disciple card.

After all, he was already her apprentice.

The little boy shook his head and looked at Sang Luo,

"No father, no mother, no name and no surname, please give me a name."

Sang Luo paused when she listened, she looked at the little boy's eyes, and suddenly remembered the starry sky she saw last night, and said softly,

"Let's call it Xinglan."

The little boy with his head bowed,

"Okay, then I'll be called Xinglan from now on."

Sang Luo turned his head to look at Yu Heng, his eyebrows raised slightly,

"Master, this is also your great-grandson, do you have a meeting gift?"

At this moment, the solemn atmosphere between the two finally became a little more relaxed.

Yu Heng paused slightly, raised his hand and nodded Xinglan's eyebrows, and a spiritual breath was injected into his spiritual platform.

"I don't have any magic weapons on me now, so I'll give you a touch of Dao intent to repair the lack of spiritual roots."

From today onwards, he will no longer use the spirit porridge to replenish his spiritual breath.

You can really embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

Sang Luo looked at the situation in Xinglan's body, and threw the Xuanyuan Sect's introductory mental method to him,

"Start with the basics first, cultivate the mind first, and wait for you to draw qi into the body, and then I will teach you the sword technique."

Xinglan listened and nodded, and Sang Luo looked in the direction of his room,

"Where's the little ball?"

Xinglan's eyes darkened slightly as she listened, and she said in a low voice,

"He's home."

When I picked him up, I thought he was like him, he didn't have a family.

It was only later that I found out that they were different.

Sang Luo looked at his expression, but he didn't continue to ask, and handed him a Qiankun bag,

"Pack up your things and come with me."

Xinglan listened and took the storage bag back to the room to pack his things.

In fact, he didn't have many things, so he only saved a few snacks, some chaos crystals, and moreover, those bags of spiritual rice.

After packing everything up, Xinglan returned to Sangluo's side.

Sang Luo took him back to the Ye family's courtyard.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I felt a wave of aura fluctuations in the courtyard.

On this Chaos Island, all the buildings are equipped with formations on the outside, which can block the prying eyes from the outside and also block the spiritual breath.

At this moment, as soon as they arrived at the door, there was such a big aura fluctuation, and someone was fighting inside?

In the courtyard, Song Qingyun sat on the roof, eating melon seeds while watching Zhang Jianting prepare Ye Huaixin to beat up.

This guy is really restless.

He just walked away for a while, and the two of them were right.

Of course, Ye Huaixin also wanted to teach Zhang Jianting a lesson a long time ago.

But at the moment of the fight, I was still a little stunned, this kid has something.

But not by much.

At first, he was still able to fight a few moves, but after ten moves, Zhang Jianting was pressed and beaten by Ye Huaixin.

People are quasi-immortal kings who are born immortals, and rookies who have just stepped into the realm of immortals do have walls.

As soon as Sang Luo and Yuheng entered the door, what they saw was the scene where Zhang Jianting was beaten away.

Song Qingyun hurriedly took the melon seeds in his hand and flew in the direction of Sangluo,

"Senior sister!"

He noticed the little boy beside Sang Luo and asked,

"Who is he?"

Master, you won't pick up another child and come back, will you?

He's going to be a nephew again?

No, no, God, can he increase his ranks.