"I'm going to look for something. If someone comes to disturb you, just give him a lesson." Luo Ge glanced at Xuanyuan Yunjing, turned around and left the tavern.

She knew that Xuanyuan Yunjing was currently in the ninth level of qi training, so if some bullies came, they would not be able to trouble A Jing.

What's more, she also specially gave her apprentice a life-saving amulet drawn by herself.

That thing can at least block the full attack of a hundred cultivators who have established the foundation of the Nine Heavens and Great Perfection.

Luo Ge walked towards the busiest part of the market.

The streets were crowded and bustling with people. The plainly dressed people who passed by Luo Ge had smiles on their faces that were tired and gratifying at the equinox.

Luo Ge came to an antique stall and stopped.

Sitting there was an old man with white hair, holding a scroll of scripture in his hand and looking at it intently.

Luo Ge picked up a black iron block about three feet long from the stall, put it in his hand and played with it carefully.

"Old man, how can I sell this piece of iron?" Luo Ge asked after a moment.

The old man raised his head, glanced at her, and said calmly: "The weapon refiner is very busy and works hard. He spends countless energy and hammers to make a weapon. I don't sell this iron to passers-by, but only to those who are destined. If the girl can

Take it away and give it some money as you wish."

Luo Ge raised his eyebrows, took a bag of silver, and turned to leave.

The old man put down his scriptures, licked his long beard under his lips, and looked deeply.

"God, I've been waiting for you for thousands of years", the words murmured scattered in the air with the breeze.

When Luo Ge turned back, his nose twitched slightly and he smelled a familiar smell.

"You brat, if you don't hand over that Yuan Dan today, I will break your legs!" At the same time, a low threatening sound floated into Luo Ge's ears.

Luo Ge's brows moved slightly, and she took the iron piece into the spiritual realm, and disappeared from the spot in just a moment.

In an alley, a group of gangsters blocked a young man in purple robes and a young man in white clothes in the middle, looking fiercely at them.

The young man in white has red lips and white teeth, and is really good-looking. Especially the ancient totem that resembles an eye in the center of his eyebrows adds a lot of temperament to this young man.

Look at the young man in purple, his eyebrows are like a painting, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows is dotted with thousands of splendors. Isn't he just like a dragon?

"Brother Li, I'm dragging you down." The boy in white covered his heart and raised the corners of his lips with a pale face.

Long Buli held the Purple Sun Sword in both hands, his eyes flickering but showing determination. He shook his head and stood in front of the young man: "If you hadn't saved me that day, I would have become a corpse that can't speak."

"Brotherly love?" One of the gangsters headed by raised his eyebrows and smiled grimly, "What a deep brotherly love! How dare two losers with no cultivation dare to act in front of me? Brothers, teach these two brats a lesson!"

Knowing that his Dantian was damaged, but when he thought of the young man behind him, Long Buli gritted his teeth and forced his spiritual power to fight them to the death.

At this moment, several vines shot up from the ground, wrapped around the gangsters, and threw them into the street with all their strength.

"Ouch!" The gangsters frowned in pain and kept wailing.

"Who dares to offend me?! Don't you think your life is too short?" The gangster stood up, rubbed his shoulder that hurt from the fall, and was about to rush inside and teach the man who appeared out of nowhere a lesson.

"roll."

In the alley, a fluttering word came through the air, with unparalleled pressure, breaking into the hearts of the gangsters and onlookers.

This kind of pressure is difficult for even the royal family to control.

The gangsters knew that they had hit a nail, so they turned around and left with unwilling faces.

Long Buli and the boy in white raised their heads and stared blankly at the girl in black cloak standing on the vines.

As the veil fluttered, Luo Ge had already fallen to the ground. She put away the vines, looked at Long Buli and the two of them, raised her eyebrows slightly and said: "Isn't little Ali very powerful? How could his Dantian be damaged and his cultivation level blocked?

?”

Long Buli pursed his lips and said nothing.

"It was me who caused it. In order to save me, brother Li broke into the gangster's territory alone. He was accidentally drugged, robbed of money, and almost died. If brother Li hadn't had a life-saving charm,

, I’m afraid it’s not just the Dantian that will be damaged.” The young man in white smiled bitterly.

Hearing the young man's gentle voice, Luo Ge turned his eyes upward. When he saw the totem between his eyebrows, he was slightly startled.

Luo Ge took a few steps forward, suddenly approached the boy in white, and grabbed the boy's pulse. He ignored the latter's blushing face and took the pulse himself.

"You have no cultivation. It turns out you are from that ethnic group." Luo Ge looked at the young man with deep meaning.

Back then, that race had saved her life.

Now, she actually met the descendants of this race that had long since declined in history.

The young man was a little confused. He withdrew his hand and smiled sheepishly: "I was born a loser, that's why I brought brother Li down."

"Thank you, Sister Luo." Long Buli's eyes flashed, he put away the Purple Sun Sword, and bowed to Luo Ge.

He planned not to call her woman again.

In fact, it doesn't hurt to call her sister.

Luo Ge was stunned, then shook his head, smiled, and continued to look at the young man: "My dear friend, do you know your surname?"

The young man's ears turned red again, and he lowered his eyelashes: "I have no name, and I don't know where I come from."

"It turns out to be a cycle of cause and effect. The life-saving grace of the past must be repaid now." Luo Ge pondered, looked at the young man and said, "If you don't mind, take my surname as your surname and heaven as your name.

How about one word, Yu Xing Heng?"

The young man suddenly raised his head, looked at Luo Ge, scratched at the corners of his clothes in confusion, and said with trembling lips: "Luo Tian... will this be my name from now on?"

"Well, if you believe me, you can go with me in the future. I will try my best to help you develop your bloodline so that you can use your spiritual power as freely as others." Luo Ge said lightly.

In addition to repaying her kindness, she needs a right-hand man to help her fulfill the wish in her heart.

That wish that would stain the sky with blood.

Thinking of this, Luo Ge's eyes quickly brewed up a huge wave. However, in the blink of an eye, she restrained it and calmed down like a mirror.

"I..." The young man, that is, Luo Tian, ​​looked at Long Buli, saw the latter nodded slightly, and then nodded and said, "Disciple is willing!"

"I already have a disciple, just call me sister. I once had a life-saving grace with your people, and now I have to repay the favor." Luo Ge said lightly, "You two follow me back to the tavern, and I will refine it for you.

Make elixirs to heal your wounds. If your wounds are not healed, you will be completely disabled and will never recover."

The two of them were shocked and looked at each other, sweating on their vests.

If it is true as she said, wouldn't they be ridiculed by everyone in the future and become servants in despair?

No, absolutely not!
Chapter completed!