Tang Luo looked at the person in front of him, the rough linen clothes could not hide his sturdy figure, even if he leaned down to salute, he was not much shorter than himself, his hands were very thick and eye-catching, and it seemed that he usually exercised. But although his face is fierce, the immaturity between his eyebrows and eyes has not faded, and he should be a young child.

"The retainers are not in a hurry, what is your name and how old are you. Tang Luo asked with interest, why did a person who wanted to be his retainer suddenly appear.

Moreover, it is also the only two mortal realm peaks in the cultivation field, and the value above his head has reached 999 (322).

The No. 7 cultivation ground is specially used for the cultivation of clan warriors of the Tang family, although there are more people but the age is generally younger, most of them will cultivate here from the beginning of the foundation building, and the food and clothing are all covered by the martial arts.

Dozens of children, the eldest is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the younger one is only eleven or twelve, every September, there will be children of the Tang branch who come to the martial arts hall to pick people, like him, an excellent mortal realm peak martial artist, must be a talent who has to break the head of the branch, and then look at the proficiency of his martial arts and the results of forging his body, there is no need for this kid to recommend himself so quickly.

"The villain's name is Fang Han, and he is fifteen years old this year. Fang Han replied respectfully, but his heart sank, he didn't think that the young master of the main vein in front of him actually didn't accept him on the spot, thinking that he didn't know much about himself, after all, the other party was the Tianjiao of Xiling City. It was normal for his eyes to be above the top, so he then added, "I am a cultivator at the peak of the mortal realm, and I want to become a retainer of Lord Tang Luo. ”

Hmm, is it so persistent? Tang Luo was a little curious, although he really needed a trustworthy subordinate now, but if he just thought about it, someone would send it to the door, which was a bit unscientific.

If he insists that he has some powerful charm that can attract people who are a few years older than him when they first meet him, it will be more like, and he is also an adult (mental age), so he plans to investigate the background of Han below, and is considering accepting it or not.

"I need a little time to think about the retainers, and you should think about it as well. Tang Luo couldn't figure out why he was so persistent, and he didn't intend to accept him until the investigation was completed, but out of reason, he still had to make his words clear first: "I'm only thirteen, and it may take seven or even ten years before I leave home to build a mansion, you have to think carefully about the risk of becoming my retainer." Stand down, other students still need to ask questions about martial arts. ”

Fang Han wanted to say out loud that he had thought it through very clearly, but looking at Tang Luo's casual attitude, he felt that his pride was deeply stabbed, and he retreated after hurriedly saluting, but his heart was full of anger: You kid actually look down on me so much.

Although there were dozens of students in the No. 7 cultivation ground, with Tang Luo's level of perversion, he had all taught them dormant in just one morning, so the whole afternoon became his free time.

He was going to go to the ward's room to get some help.

"Fu Bo, the new table is so beautiful!" Tang Luo came to Chang Fu with a smile on his face, touched the brand-new wooden table with both hands, and his tone was very relaxed.

After all, Chang Fu has lived for so many years, how can he not see that Tang Luo has something to find him, and immediately asked: "Young master, is there anything you want the old servant to do?" ”

The tone is respectful and the attitude is modest, and Fauber is still Fauber.

"Fu Bo, I am easy to be beaten like this, I came here to ask if you can help me retrieve the information of Fang Han in the No. 7 cultivation field. "Tang Luo came here this time mainly for this matter, people are walking in the rivers and lakes, how can there be few little brothers, but the roots must be understood.

Since Fang Han can recommend himself, Tang Luo doesn't have to go far, the students in the No. 7 training ground have filing materials in the management room, as long as they come to understand it, it can be seen at a glance.

"This person's information doesn't need to be adjusted, the old servant knows a lot. As soon as Chang Fu heard the name mentioned by Tang Luo, he immediately replied: "Young Master is really a good vision, although this person built his foundation late, he has reached the peak of the mortal realm after only two years of cultivation, and he is a rare talent." ”

Chang Fu sighed a little, as one of the stewards of the martial arts, of course he knew that Tang Luo was promoted by Tang Bin to teach martial arts and select retainers.

Of the nine cultivation grounds in the Martial Hall, except for the No. 1 cultivation field, which was not selected by the children of their own clan, among the remaining eight cultivation fields, this was the only one that could reach the peak of the mortal realm in two years. I have to sigh that Tang Luo's vision is really unusually sharp.

"Oh, Fubo, tell me, this Fang Han, with such good qualifications, why did he build the foundation so late. Tang Luo pulled a chair and leaned back against the table, straddled the chair in reverse, and rested his hands on the back to listen to the story.

Chang Fu smiled, he enjoyed Tang Luo's intimate and casual attitude very much, and said: "Fang Han was originally an outcast, he was thrown to the bottom of the Lingjiang Bridge, and there was a jade pendant engraved with Korean characters in his swaddling clothes. ”

"The one who picked up Fang Han was an old beggar surnamed Fang, who took the Fang Yu pendant to the pawnshop and pawned it to death, and named the outcast Fang Han. ”

"The old beggar is good at drinking, but the other party Han is not bad, but he reluctantly raised Fang Han until he was four years old and returned to the west. ”

"Fang Han lived on the streets begging, was deceived by a few ruffians, and was trained to be a thief. ”

"He had neat hands and feet, and when he was five or six years old, he became a famous thief on Linjiang Street. ”

"I grew all the way to the age of twelve, and I don't know where I got all the money into my Tang Clan's martial arts hall and became a closed disciple. ”

"The martial arts hall is called the Huo Family Martial Arts Pavilion, which happens to be the property under the name of our three rooms, and the curator Huo Zhuang is a clan warrior, he saw that although Fang Han was older, it only took one year to build the foundation, so that the family could thoroughly investigate his details and see if he could be included in the martial arts hall for his own use. ”

"Because of his innocent background, although he was a habitual thief, he didn't hurt it, Wutang accepted people, and Boshan made friends with Huo Zhuang, so he arranged this child in the No. 7 cultivation ground. ”

Hey, the more Tang Luo listened, the more he admired, this proper protagonist template, his life experience is bizarre and self-improving, you know, most of the money stolen by a small habitual thief will be taken away, and this goods can save money that can be invested in the martial arts hall in a few years, and it is impossible to say that he has no design.

And at a young age, he was clear-minded, and knew that learning martial arts was the only way out, and many thugs in the market went to spend all day and wine if they had money, and they could only end up in a miserable evening when they were old, so they couldn't be better than that.

"Fu Bo, can you get that Fang Yu Pei back? Tang Luo asked curiously, there are many sorrows in life, I don't know where I came from is one of them, maybe Fang Han still thinks that he is surnamed Fang, the grandson of the old beggar.

Originally, Tang Luo was still thinking about whether to accept Fang Han as a retainer, but after hearing his story, he was instantly moved by compassion. I want to do something for him, such as getting his jade pendant back.

"Of course, young master, you can leave this matter to the old servant. Chang Fu replied with a smile, who doesn't want his future head of the family to be a person who can think about himself, and can meet a kind person like Young Master Tang Luo, Chang Fu feels that Fang Han's young suffering has not been in vain.

"Ahahahaha, please, Fauber. Tang Luo scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Tang Luo, who returned to the No. 7 cultivation ground again, sprayed a few particularly stupid students again, and the day's teaching and learning work ended smoothly~

............

At night, in the room

It has been two months since the loss of cultivation, and this sudden appearance of the star core is still confusing, but Tang Luo has no guesses, and he still has to test it after all.

He held the star core, and a thousand thoughts flowed through his eyes, and finally turned into a touch of determination: "Damn, death is death, I want to see what this is." ”

In the end, he decided to take advantage of his younger brother's failure to come back to study a wave of this star core, so that even if there was danger, Tang Xing, who rushed back in a while, could help call someone.

Tang Luo's method of testing the star core is very simple, which is to hold it and exercise luck.

After several days of deep thought, he had some guesses about this star core, first of all, this thing is exactly the same as the star core in his dantian, if the star core in the dantian can turn spiritual power into three, then this star core that exists in reality should also be able to.

As long as the guess of this first step is correct, then the role of this star core is infinite, you know, you know, you are just an ordinary qualification, after three times the acceleration has the name of genius, if the star core is handed over to his father Tang Sen, a real martial arts genius, 5.2 becomes 15.6 a day and cannot fly.

It's not unacceptable to have an invincible dad in the world, at least I can feel the feeling of being a strong second generation. The Tang family does not need to rule Xiling with the Mi family, and the overthrow of Wusheng Mountain may be just around the corner.

Of course, Tang Luo still has some small ambitions in his heart, if the effect of the physical star core and the virtual star core of the dantian does not conflict, then the two spiritual qi in his physical star core will become six, and the six spiritual qi in the dantian star core will be changed into eighteen.

Eighteen auras a day, twenty days of metamorphosis, five years of fierce realm. That feeling, all I can say is that everyone here is rubbish!

With great expectations in his heart, Tang Luo held the star core and began to exercise his luck.

As the exercises worked, the star core in his hand slowly brightened, and those strange inscriptions like carvings kept circulating, emitting flickering light.

Tang Luo controlled the aura and did not let them flow into the dantian, but poured them into the star core.

And under the inner view of the world, there is a magical scene.

The meridians in the body are all blue lines in the internal vision, covering the entire body, and the aura absorbed through the exercises is like a mist being introduced into the body and flowing in the meridians.

Now in his field of vision, in addition to the blue lines in his eyes, he suddenly saw a blue vortex in the palm of his hand, and the mini star in his Void Dantian also rotated wildly to echo each other.

There seems to be a great connection between the two.

Tang Luo stabilized his mind and steadily injected the aura absorbed by the exercises into the whirlpool in his hand little by little.

Three Sundays, twelve Sundays, thirty-six Sundays.

Boom! Tang Luo Zhihai shook wildly, and he suddenly had a new feeling, as if he could control the miniature star in the dantian.

No, not as if, he just has control over the star.

The aura turned into a mist in the star core in his hand, and was slowly inhaled into his body by Tang Luo, and when he opened his eyes, his eyebrows were full of excitement, and he was ecstatic when he looked at the star core in his hand.

Although the differentiation ability of the physical star core and the dantian star core cannot be superimposed, Tang Luo has clearly understood the function of the star core through the connection between the sea and the star.

Even for him, this physical star core is the opportunity for him to become a saint and an ancestor.

"Finally, finally. Tang Luo muttered to himself in a bit of distraction.

These days, although he doesn't seem to have a trace of melancholy on the surface, it seems that he is not the one who lost his cultivation in the Mortal Realm overnight. But there has always been a huge stone in his heart that can't fall to the ground, if every time he cultivates to the mortal realm, he will be sucked dry and cultivated, and his physical body will degenerate, then how can he climb to the peak of the martial arts.

Now, when he finally saw the dawn, how could he not be excited.