It was a medicinal herb for Yun Jitian to heal the disease, and she had worked hard to get it, as long as she was blending it with a medicinal herb. [No pop-ups. You can start refining.

Absolutely, no one can be allowed to spoil it.

When the man heard this, he saw that Luo Yu didn't care about anything, and first cared about her medicinal materials.

I couldn't help but glance up, it was a good medicine, but it wasn't too good to be outrageously.

With a wave of his hand, all the medicinal materials on the table disappeared: "It looks like an eyesore." ”

Seeing that all her medicinal materials had disappeared, Luo Yu instantly clenched her five fingers into fists, and her bones clattered.

Anything can be moved, everything is negotiable.

That's it.

A force began to circulate in Luo Yu's body, and the breath of the * person began to be cold and surging, and Luo Yu's bones began to tighten.

And the power that the old man imprisoned on Luo Yu's body began to be like a balloon, supported by Luo Yu's vigorous power.

Seeing this, the young master looked at Luo Yu slowly, and his expression was faint.

"Bang." In this indifference, a crisp cracking sound sounded violently in the room, Luo Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body shook violently, and he could move.

As soon as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the silver-red and gold thread in Luo Yu's hand flashed, and he rushed towards the man.

The young master's eyes, which were originally indifferent, broke through the strength that was higher than her by an unknown level in the anger of Luo Yu, and the light flashed in his eyes.

"It's still far from your ability to do it with me." A sleeve robe brushed away the silver-red and gold threads of the fallen feathers, and the man was still cold.

Silent and silent, the falling feather* is pressing, even if it is far away, it must not touch the medicine that kills the clouds and the sky.

There is no fluctuation of vindictiveness, no internal breath operation, and no divine power is amazing.

Ghostly body style, rare internal strength, inexplicable martial arts.

It was a kind of martial art that the Lechuan Continent did not have.

The indifferent face of the young master of this sect, after seeing more and more Luo Yu's strange body martial arts and tenacity, his expression slowly fluctuated slightly for a moment.

"What kind of martial arts is this? It's kind of interesting. "A palm* retreated the feathers, the man's eyes rolled slightly, and after his eyes moved slightly, he suddenly stretched out his hand to stop the falling feathers that swooped in. ，

"If you want it back to you, it's okay."