Chapter Seven, From All Corners of the World to Ancient Times.

Of course, it is his master, Yan Bailou.

Actually, all of this is nothing but the emperor's political maneuvering. Just imagine, if the Tian Tu is not in the hands of Luo Ling, then who is most likely to have it?

After a moment, the young man revealed a smile.

Mr. Ke said that not starting cultivation does not mean that one will not cultivate, right? Moreover, Mr. Ke said that I have great potential, and in the future, I will achieve a high level of cultivation.

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Sorry, I was a bit harsh just now. Luo Changfeng showed a somewhat embarrassed smile. Very green, very enduring.

That's considered it, he replied.

Snow shook her head and revealed a touch of innocent smile.

Snow listened attentively, but also felt very disappointed. It turned out that the beautiful things recorded in the book had such a big difference in reality. Linghu Li, Ziyu Du, are the more beautiful things really more deadly?

Three years ago, Luo Ling died at the hands of several of your senior martial uncles, but the celestial map was not found. Although the matter has been put on hold for three years, the seemingly calm martial arts world is actually already in turmoil. Now that Yan Bailou has entrusted his most precious treasure to that old man at the Bodhi Academy, it has stirred up the ambitions of the heroes of the world. Regarding this matter, Yuer feels, how should Tian Dong proceed with the next move?'' Tianji Star points across the sky, lifting a breathless black piece, as if Luo Ling, killed by the three stars, turned into a black mist. Regarding this matter, Yuer feels, how should Tian Dong proceed with the next move?

Luochang Feng was slightly stunned, thinking that he hadn't been down the mountain for three years, nor had he seen the bustling streets and markets. Can he consider himself as having been to many places?

Master's peace of mind is the priority. Once this game is concluded, Ze Yuzi will descend from the mountain...

Purple rain is beautiful, but it is the poisonous gas of the jungle, belonging to the wood element and dripping onto decaying soil. Within its beauty, danger always accompanies.

In the center of the hall, there is a large chessboard battlefield with 19 vertical and horizontal lines engraved on the ground. This battlefield is so large that it occupies the entire hall.

The statues of the eight hundred sects are too powerful. It is rumored that they have all undergone tribulations. Perhaps they have already transcended the mortal world and are not bound by form, only taking on the form of statues to guard the Tian Dong region.

The boy across the street bears a striking resemblance to him.

The east of the world, seven continents and eight hundred sects.

Luochang Feng only then realized his own breath and tone. He thought to himself that there are as many people with the Yan surname in the world as there are torrents, and not all of them necessarily have anything to do with Yan Bailou.

The eyes, shining with wisdom, were fixed on the nineteen chessboards spread out in the grand hall, seemingly deducing and calculating something.

By the way, I still don't know my elder brother's name," said Xueer, her cheeks tinged with a hint of red. Although the book said that it was impolite for a woman to ask a man's name first, she couldn't help but ask. Slowly lowering her head, Xueer wished that he hadn't read that book so that he wouldn't think she was impolite.

The spirit fox of the glacier is very fierce, and contains the toxicity of ice. If one is not careful, it can take a life in an instant. Luo Changfeng has personally witnessed the horror of the cold poison.

The night falls, gradually waving goodbye. It seems that the young boys and girls have forgotten about the assassination they experienced, which has been talked about from all corners of the world, from ancient times to the present.

They live in the Twelve Star River, where even figures of the eighth rank of the main sects are hard to come by, let alone ordinary people.

Have you seen the spirit fox in the glacier? How beautiful is the purple rain in the tropical rainforest? I heard that the eight hundred statues of gods are all powerful practitioners, but why are they statues? And... what about the demons in the south, do they all have strange appearances? Do they really have human heads and demon bodies as described in the books?" Xueer suddenly became interested, as if she had asked all the questions that had been in her mind for years in one breath.

Looking at Luo Changfeng's suddenly fierce gaze, seemingly filled with killing intent and hatred, Xueer felt a little scared in her heart: "Changfeng... Big brother, you, you scared Xueer."

Perhaps, three years ago, when my father was still alive, sometimes I would secretly take him along when carrying out tasks. Although it wasn't extensive traveling, it did give him some insight into the state of the world.

His breath is long and distant, his demeanor is elegant and free-spirited, living up to the reputation of a Tian Dong man as precious as jade, earning him the title of an unparalleled strategist.

Chang Feng, just call me Chang Feng. Lu Chang Feng fell silent for a moment. He neither wanted others to know his identity nor deceive the other party, so he concealed his surname.

However, at this moment in the Twelve Star River, within a flowing light palace on the Heavenly Machine Star Range, there is a young man with a handsome and jade-like appearance, resembling the beauty of Lanling. He is engaged in a black and white chess game with the legendary gentleman who is known for his unparalleled strategies, the Nine Star Heavenly Machine.

Luochang Feng nodded and suddenly realized something. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Is your last name Yan?"

So, do you think everything is just a trick of Yan Bailou? Spreading false rumors, misleading the world into thinking that the Tian Tu is still in Luo Ling's hands, when in fact it has long been in his possession. And in order to make this plan perfect, the God of Bailou took the initiative to act as a running dog, slaughtering the entire Luo family, making the world believe that the Emperor was furious, and forcing Luo Ling to appear under punishment?

Luochang Feng was slightly surprised in his heart, thinking about how she knew so many strange and interesting things. If it weren't for following her father's footsteps and traveling north and south, she might not be able to answer so many interesting questions.

Has Brother Changfeng been to many places? Snow's observation was very meticulous. There seemed to be a melancholy and profound feeling in Luo Changfeng's eyes. He had only seen this kind of look on his father and General Yuwen's faces. Later, he learned that it was a kind of vicissitudes of life experienced in the world. He couldn't help but ask.

The flower petals of the Mùsāng tree have fallen to the ground with the autumn wind, landing on the shoulders of two pairs of young men and women in the mountains. In their hair, they stay up all night, unwilling to sleep.

Where are the southern demon clan that day?

Long Feng, Big Brother Long Feng... My name is Yan Ningxue, you can call me Xue'er. Xue'er's eyes are bright and clear, just like the stars in the sky.

One long and one short, they regard the people of the world as their own children, competing for victory or defeat in the game of who will dominate the Central Plains.

Since ancient times, if a lord demands the death of his subject, the subject has no choice but to die. Yan Bai Lou fulfilled his loyalty and righteousness, but foolishly sent the Luoh River family to their doom. What a loyal fool. Regretfully watching the dissipating black mist, the young man let out a soft sigh.

The two of them are like enemies. When the dull scholar meets the clever girl, they argue endlessly. ... Until Xue'er and Luo Changfeng hide aside and can no longer listen to this meaningless topic, there seems to be no conclusion in sight.

Under the guardianship of the eight hundred ancestral protectors, there are twelve celestial stars, representing twelve powerful individuals whose names are renowned throughout the world.

Snow is seen as pure and kind in his eyes, innocent and naive, like a lotus untouched by the world. Stepping into the chaotic rivers and lakes, he is bound to suffer a lot. ... Therefore, he feels it is necessary to instill some of the chaos and danger of the rivers and lakes.

Oh? Why don't you tell me...

This is just the disciple's speculation. As for the truth, it will only be revealed after the disciple enters the Bodhi Academy and investigates thoroughly from the princess herself.

The demon race and the human race are similar in appearance, with no significant differences. It is only after they awaken the bloodline within their bodies that they can undergo transformation. The demon race with human heads and demon bodies that you read about in books should be the result of transformation. Luo Changfeng had not tried to speak so much in three years. Perhaps it was due to long-term accumulation of emotions, and he also wanted to chat innocently with people of the same age, so he did not show any impatience at all, explaining very seriously and carefully.

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