Early in the morning of October 29

"Oh, baby, tell Ma Ma how you subdued Fang Han with one move. Xu Shuhui took Tang Luo's hand and refused to let him go.

I don't know what that Mortal Peak told his mother, Tang Luo only felt that his mother's eyes were extremely proud and hot when he looked at him early this morning, just like the sense of déjà vu that his big fat pig had finally gone out to arch the cabbage.

From breakfast, he pulled him to ask questions, mainly around the battle with Fang Han on the riverside.

But Mother, you are a great master of the mortal realm, are you so curious about how to kill a mortal realm with one move, it's not appropriate.

And Xiao Zhengtai is always the one who is the most popular, hearing that Tang Luoxiu is completely lost but strong, he immediately took his other hand and begged.

"Brother, help me teach Tang Zhen a lesson, they are too bullying. "Xiao Zheng is too angry, my brother is a peerless genius who can play his own combined fighting skills, I want my brother to beat you to death.

Xiao Zhengtai stared at Tang Luo with unrealistic illusions and anticipation, and then was fiercely rejected.

"I'd better put a suit of armor on you, since you're so afraid of pain. ”

The radical method can always ignite Xiao Zhengtai's desire to win and dignity for the first time, and he immediately said Brother, you just watch how I defeated the three tigresses one by one.

"I went to the pavilion, and I won't come back for lunch. Tang Luo finally broke free from his mother's hand, said hello and slipped out the door.

In fact, Xingchen Pavilion was taken care of by Hua Ji and Tu Tong, and Tang Luo had nothing to do at all, but in view of his mother's clingy attitude, he still decided to go out and avoid it.

October 30th

The difficult two days have finally passed, and it is time to send Xiao Zhengtai back to Wutang.

"Brother, are you really not going to accompany me to defeat them?" Xiao Zhengtai took Tang Luo and expressed his reluctance.

Tang Luo shook Xiao Zhengtai's hand away with a slight shake, and walked towards the smelting room without looking back.

For this kind of younger brother who can't be beaten by a little girl of the same age, Tang Luo said that he doesn't know it.

"Young Master Tang, the fifty standard black copper armors you want have been built, you see when you will pick up the goods. Gongye Sibo's bearded face was dark, and he smiled at Tang Luo with a mouthful of big white teeth.

Of course, it was not because Tang Luo had anything outstanding about being able to get the respect of the master of the smelting room, but simply because he had a lot of money.

After all, Tang Luo's order is already the largest order for Wutang Smelting House this year.

Because they only serve the Tang Clan, although the masters in the smelting room are skilled, most of the jobs they usually receive are yellow-level armor repairs, and the charging of spirit soldiers is a job with less oil and water and high technical requirements, and if they don't do it well, they will have to pay for it.

And the black copper armor is different, the production process of this kind of armor is not only familiar to every master, but more importantly, there will be no mistakes in creating such armor at all, it is just time-consuming, for craftsmen who need more money to spend the fat year at the end of the year, such an order is no less than nectar from the sky, so the masters of the smelting room regard Tang Luo as a small god of wealth.

Although the black copper armor is only mortal-grade armor, it does not mean that its casting process is simple.

The standard black copper armor is composed of ten parts: helmet, neck guard, chest guard, shoulder pad, arm guard, wrist pad, battle skirt, and combat boots. The copper armor is lined with 100 steel sheets. A pair of full-body armor has a net weight of 400 catties, and after being fully dressed, it must not hurt it in the slightest if it is a mortal-level killing move.

The knife can't be snatched, and the two-layer protection can effectively unload the strength, and the protection effect on sharp energy and long-range strength is amazing, which can be described as the standard configuration of clan warriors.

Of course, this clan warrior refers to Bo You's net worth, after all, such a set of full-body armor, if it is sold outside, it will not be less than 100,000 gold, if it weren't for Tang Luo is his own disciple, and he also made a hard break in teaching, the cost of these fifty sets of armor can make Tang Luo lose most of his net worth.

But looking at the fifty cold-lit armors in front of him, he felt that the money was not spent in vain, and he was very satisfied.

"The armor is sealed, and it will be sent to the No. 7 cultivation ground after Xiaobi. ”

Xiaobi starts at the beginning of November every year, so every time it comes, the Tang family's martial arts hall will become extraordinarily lively, the Tang family has multiplied in Xiling for more than 30 generations, and there are hundreds of children who have left the house to establish a mansion, and every year Xiaobi is the time when these self-supporting clan children select talents.

The small competition in the training field adopts a team rotation battle, and each team sends three students to play against each other in the order of one, two, three.

If one person wins, the battle will be fought continuously, and the battle will be the winner of the battle until all three of them are defeated, and the loser will determine the winner of the loser's group to determine the ranking.

This kind of competition method is simple and crude, it only takes one day for the eight cultivation fields to end all the battles, and at the end of the first round, the four cultivation fields eliminated will determine the five to eight places.

The No. 7 cultivation ground is the first round of fiascos every year, and then the loser group loses again for the second time in a row, and is at the bottom for five consecutive years.

I thought that I could raise my eyebrows today, because of Fang Han's existence, there are at least two mortal realm peaks in the cultivation field, who would have thought, one of these mortal realm peaks actually defected on the eve of Xiaobi, it was really a hell, it seems that this time Xiaobi, the No. 7 cultivation ground is going to blow up again.

But Tang Luo believed that as long as the students in the cultivation field performed normally, as long as the children of those branches were not blind, the students in the cultivation field would have a good future.

Tang Luo proudly went to draw lots.

At the beginning of November, the originally cold No. 1 cultivation ground became very lively, because it was the time of the annual cultivation field Xiaobi again.

The originally empty training ground was surrounded by layers of high seats, and in the middle of the training ground were placed four rings, one large, three and four small, and the students of the eight training grounds were all gathered in the No. 1 training ground.

With the addition of hundreds of branch family masters, the huge No. 1 cultivation ground became crowded and very lively for a while.

"Don't be nervous, you know. Tang Luo looked at the two students in front of him, who were all a head taller than him, but trembling, and instructed.

Because the talents in the No. 7 cultivation ground are really scarce, the pioneers are Pang Yan, Bao Zuo, and Zhan Ping.

In addition to Pang Yan, who seemed very calm because he had participated in the martial arts competition, Bao Zuo and Zhan Ping seemed to be frightened by the big scene in front of them, and they looked like they were cowering.

"Tang Jiaoxi, I'm nervous. Zhan Ping muttered.

"Yes, Tang Jiaoxi, opposite is the No. 2 cultivation ground. Bao Zuo also echoed, looking at Tang Luo's eyes, there was still a trace of despair, as if that set of mortal-level armor had grown wings and flew away.

What do you think, do you think I want to draw to the No. 2 cultivation ground?

Looking at Bao Zuo's eyes, Tang Luo was also angry, he was really a ghost, the worst lottery in the seven cultivation fields could actually be drawn by himself, it seems that his luck is really his fatal injury.

There are nine cultivation grounds in the martial hall, if the No. 1 cultivation field only trains the children of the Tang clan, then the second only cultivation ground is the number two.

Because the students gathered here are all descendants of clan warriors.

With the accumulation of hundreds of years of the Tang family, most of the warriors who accompanied the young master of the branch to fight the country had a good home later.

With an inheritance and descendants, these warriors of course hoped that their children could be better than themselves, so they jointly petitioned to build the No. 2 cultivation ground.

The cultivation standard of the No. 2 cultivation field is second only to the No. 1 cultivation field, and the eleven-year-old boy who can't build a foundation doesn't accept it, and he cultivates martial arts with weight every day, which can be said to squeeze every bit of energy of the students.

Because the requirements are different, the results will be completely different.

The number of mortal realm peaks in the No. 2 cultivation field can basically reach the sum of the other seven cultivation fields, and occasionally eighteen or nineteen-year-old mortal martial artists can appear.

The No. 2 cultivation ground can be described as Xiaobi's death sign, if Fang Han is still there, Tang Luo is not afraid of the No. 2 cultivation ground, but now that Fang Han is gone, No. 7 and No. 2 are fighting, but it is really cold.

If you are beaten into the lower bracket in the first round and run to the ring next to you, what else can you do?