Chapter 136: You are all trash!

Luo Family Competition

The competition venue was crowded with people, gathering no less than a hundred people, and most of the students who were in the show were disciples of the younger generation of the Luo family.

On the competition stage, Luo Long glared at a young man about sixteen years old opposite him holding a long sword.

The young man was wearing a yellow brocade robe, with thin cheeks, and behind his hands, he looked at Luo Long proudly, and had not even taken out his weapon.

"Don't you take action yet? If you don't take action, you will have no chance." The boy in the yellow robe looked at Luo Long opposite him and said lightly. The contempt in his words was unconcealed.

Luo Long looked at Luo Hu, whose eyes were pale and whose mouth was covered with blood, was supported by several Luo family disciples, and his eyes were even more angry.

"You have to pay for what you said and what you did just now," Luo Long said hatefully as he looked at the boy.

"Oh, is that right? I can reiterate what I said just now. Your young disciples who are separated from Bai Lu are all trash! They insulted the surname Luo," said the young man in yellow robe sarcastically.

"You...!" Luo Long's face turned pale with anger and gritted his teeth.

"It's so rampant! Luo Long, teach him a lesson!"

"Yes, even people from the Zong family can't insult people like this!"

"Luo Long, fuck it!"

The disciples of the Luo family in the audience were furious and furious by the yellow-robed boy and were filled with righteous indignation, and they wanted to go up and beat the arrogant yellow-robed boy.

"So what if you are rampant, so what if you are apart? So what if you are a Zong family? Today I want to make you regret what you say!" Luo Long was furious and held his sword and killed Luo Zheng, a young man in yellow robe.

The young man in yellow robe raised his lips lightly and did not dodge.

"Swish!"

When Luo Long was about to stab the boy in the yellow robe, Luo Zheng moved, and his speed was extremely fast. He disappeared in front of Luo Long with a flash.

"So fast!" Luo Long felt a hint of heart.

"Luo Long, be careful, he is behind you!" The disciple of the Luo family shouted at this time.

Luo Long was shocked. He didn't even see how the other party appeared in front of him. He quickly turned around and stabbed him back, but the sword was caught by the young man with a yellow robe. Luo Long was shocked and wanted to draw the sword but it was too late.

Bang!

The young man in yellow robe punched Luo Long on the chest. Luo Long let out a pain and fell off the competition stage. The Luo family disciples from the audience hurriedly caught Luo Long.

One move! Luo Long was defeated by the boy in the yellow robe with just one move.

Luo Long, who fell off the stage, vomited blood in his mouth, and several of his ribs were broken by the punch. It was impossible for him to use force in a short period of time.

The young man with yellow robe was named Luo Zheng. He was one of the disciples of the Luo family who followed Luo Fulai. There was also a disciple of the sect who followed Luo Fulai. He was a little older. He was about eighteen years old and narrowed his eyes by a big tree next to the martial arts court. In this young man, the battle on the martial arts stage seemed like a child playing house.

"How is it? I'm saying it's trash. I can't even take one move. What's the matter? Who will die?" said the young man in yellow robe, looking at the disciples of the Luo family below, extremely arrogant.

"Damn it, this guy is so arrogant!"

"Yes, it's a pity that the young master went out to practice, otherwise he would have been looking for teeth all over the ground."

"Hmph! I'll fight you!" At this time, Luo Ming, who was extremely dissatisfied, jumped onto the competition stage with his sword.

"Haha, another beating came to be." said the young young man in yellow robe.

Luo Ming bit his teeth, and he used a slash with a sword, and instantly slashed out five sword shadows. Luo Zheng rushed to kill him.

"Hmph! A trick of eagle." Luo Zheng twisted his footsteps left and right, and his body passed by with the shadow of the knife.

Luo Zheng narrowed his eyes and kicked Luo Ming's belly with his legs.

"Wow!" Luo Ming's eyes were so painful that he protruded, and he vomited blood, and his body flew ten meters away and then fell from the stage.

"Luo Ming!" The Luo family disciples were so close that they hurriedly went to catch Luo Ming.

Another move! Another move was defeated.

The disciples of the Luo family in the audience were shocked and their faces were red and speechless.

"Who else!" Luo was looking down at the disciples of the Luo family below from a high place on the stage. "Is there no one? It really disappoints me." Luo Zheng shook his head and looked bored.

The Luo family disciples below turned red because of their anger. They were defeated by others for three consecutive times, and only used one move. Although they were angry, they were embarrassed to answer the conversation.

"Little brother, you are too presumptuous, I'll meet you." At this time, another young man in his twenties, who was about twenty years old, looked ordinary. The young man jumped onto the five-meter-high martial arts competition platform with one click.

"Brother Fan!"

"Brother Fan teaches him a lesson!"

"Yes, Brother Fan, give him some color. This kid is too arrogant and doesn't take our Bailu family seriously at all."

As soon as the young man in white robe appeared, the disciples of the Luo family below shouted.

This young man is named Luo Fan, 20 years old, with a seventh level of cultivation the day after tomorrow. Among the young disciples of the Luo family, he is second only to Luo Yu, and is one generation older than Luo Yu. The Luo family tests the root bone every five years, so it is one generation for five years and ten years for one generation.

"Oh, I finally got a little decent," Luo Zheng said to Luo Fan. The acquired warrior can tell the strength of his cultivation from the strength of the qi and blood in his body.

"The Great Elder asked me to kill all the young disciples who might participate in the family competition in the bud. I guess this young man in the white robe is the most outstanding disciple of the Bailu branch! This time I directly broke his Taoist heart." Luo Zheng looked at Luo Fan, and a trace of sinister flashed in his eyes.

"How is it, am I qualified to be your opponent?" Luo Fan looked at Luo Zheng and said, after all, he wanted to be a few years old for Da Luolong and others, and his mind was much more mature, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

"Qualification? Just you split up these shrimp soldiers and crabs and other crabs, so you have the qualifications to play with me? Not to mention your opponent." Unexpectedly, Luo Zheng was even more arrogant and said sarcastically.

"You...!" Luo Fan's face turned angry. Even with his cunning, he couldn't help it. This kid was so arrogant.

"What, don't accept it? If you don't accept it, how about I make a bet?" Luo Zheng looked at Luo Fan and said, "There was a vicious hidden in his eyes.

"Betting! How to bet?" Luo Fan calmed down and asked.

"If I can't defeat you within ten moves, I will take back what I said and tell everyone in Luo family that if I defeat you within ten moves, hehe..." At this point, Luo Zheng smiled sinisterly.

"If I defeat you within ten moves, you will climb over me, how about it, do you dare to gamble?"

Luo Zheng's words were amazing. When Luo Fan heard this, his face changed. Ten moves! This kid has real skills but has no brains. He has the cultivation level of the seventh level of acquired nature. Even if the young man's cultivation level is higher than his, at most it is only at the eighth level of acquired nature, and it is impossible for him to defeat him within ten moves. As for Luo Zheng's consequences of losing, he didn't think much about it, because it was impossible for him to do so.

"Ten moves, you dare to put such a Haikou. This kid is too arrogant!"

"Yes, Brother Fan is at the seventh level of the acquired day. In terms of cultivation, the Luo family can only compete with the young master."

"Brother Fan, teach him a lesson!"

The disciples of the Luo family shouted loudly, and were also surprised by Luo Zheng's praise of Haikou.

Luo Fan looked at Luo Zheng without saying a word. No matter what trump card Luo Zheng had, he could not retreat in this battle because it was related to the dignity of the Bailulu family.

"I promise you!"
Chapter completed!