The hall was quiet at first, and then the pot was in an uproar. The old patriarch's voice could not be suppressed. In the end, Tong Gongfeng spoke and shocked the audience with a throat.

The old patriarch panted: "The seventh nephew said it was reasonable, the stone quality was different, and the test results were indeed unfair... Huh... But whether it was Ziyang or Zifeng, they were all rare talents in the family. Just now, the vitality was exhausted, and at this time they fought rashly... Youdao is a fight without a good match. Once there is a mistake, no matter which family, it will be unbearable losses. It is impossible..."

Luo Ziyang stepped forward and saluted the old patriarch first, then bowed to the two worshipers and said, "As the warriors, you must know that after a large amount of energy is consumed, the important sign that determines which of the two warriors is stronger and which one is weak, is the size of the Yuan race. The stronger the Yuan race, the greater the possibility of promotion, and the stronger the strength after becoming a warrior. Therefore, Ziyang proposed this proposal to let all the tribesmen see who has greater potential. The family has not produced samurai for decades, and if they want to produce, they must produce the strongest!"

Luo Ziyang's words were given by two worshippers, and his last sentence resonated with the old patriarch. Nothing could impress the old patriarch more than the appearance of another "Chengzhang Gong" in the family.

So the old patriarch changed his mind and looked at Luo Xiao and Luo Yangde: "Ziyang proposed to make an instant martial arts match. What do you mean?"

Luo Xiao responded calmly: "Yes." He didn't even ask how to compare or what to compare.

Luo Yangde looked unwilling, and seemed to struggle for a while, then he said reluctantly: "Since the patriarch has an order, Yangde dares not refuse to obey."

Luo Xiao gave a thumbs up for Luo Yangde's acting skills in his heart. This performance is in line with the image of a father who is resentful for his son.

The old patriarch discussed with the two worshippers, and the final resolution was to directly confront the vitality, and to determine the winner or loser by one party admitting defeat or the two worshippers.

The battle between vitality is very simple, it is to abandon fighting, fight with your palms against each other, and fight directly. It seems far less intense than fighting, but it is also dangerous. If two warrior-level priests are not present, they can intervene at any time. The old patriarch will never agree to this kind of martial arts competition that is likely to hurt the children of the elite family.

With Tong Gongfeng's order, Luo Xiao and Luo Ziyang faced each other, stood firm, and each stretched out a palm to get closer and closer, and finally clasped together... uh, it seemed a bit like a bit of a grammatical affection.

However, the two parties involved will never have such emotions.

Before exerting force, Luo Ziyang whispered in a low voice that only Luo Xiao in front of him could hear: "There are two people in the south of the city, Wukeliu alley, holding a fire note in their hands. Brother Seventeen, you are as smart as you, you should know what to do."

After Luo Ziyang finished speaking, he looked at Luo Xiao with a determined look on his face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised... However, he did not see the panic or angry expression he wanted to see on the face of the seventeenth brother.

Luo Xiao was still so calm: "You want to burn it? This is the capital. If you are not afraid of causing a fire, just burn it."

Luo Ziyang was very angry: "You really think I don't dare? Brother Seventeen, think it through. That batch of goods is worth tens of thousands of yuan, and it accounts for at least half of your family's financial resources. If it is burned..."

Luo Xiao said only one sentence, and Luo Ziyang dared not speak again: "My vitality is slowly recovering. Are you sure you have to continue talking nonsense?"

Luo Ziyang took the risk of damaging the foundation and quickly absorbed the spiritual energy of the lower-grade spirit stones. What was the purpose of? Isn’t it just to restore more vitality in a short time to suppress Luo Xiao? If you continue to talk like this, your efforts and plans will be in vain.

Seeing that Luo Xiao was not in the air, Luo Ziyang tightened his five fingers and roared: "This is what you asked for - lie down for me!"

boom!

A dazzling white light appeared in Luo Ziyang's palm, and a muffled sound suddenly broke out from the two of them when their palms were opposite each other.

Luo Xiao is too familiar with this move - Mystery·Palm Thunder! This is a weakened version of the Thunder Palm, suitable for raids in close combat. Luo Ziyang's move is used at the right time.

According to the martial arts rules set by the old patriarch, we should have gently and slowly fought with our vitality. In the end, whoever's vitality was exhausted first would admit defeat. However, no one expected that Luo Ziyang could have enough vitality to suddenly burst out and produce a mysterious trick.

The white light shone, reflecting the faces of the two worshippers' unstable. Both of them were secretly surprised by Luo Ziyang's determination. This was a desperate bet, either win or lose. However, in their judgment, the winning rate of this move was extremely high, because under such a huge consumption of energy, it was difficult to withstand such a short and extremely explosive mystery, not to mention that Luo Ziyang caught his opponent off guard...

The dazzling white light also shone on Luo Yangbao's well-maintained face. The corners of his eyes were raised high, and the muscles on his cheeks were pulled and deformed. His mouth was wide open, and he shouted that he was already spinning on the tip of his tongue and was about to come out.

As for the old patriarch, this person was not a warrior and he didn't react at all.

Luo Xiao was so sensitive. The warrior's body instinct was reacting faster than his brain. The pseudo-element energy in the dantian instantly tore off the camouflage, and only mobilized a trace of the primordial force cable. It transported through the wide meridians at a speed of nearly ten times faster than Luo Ziyang, and rushed to the tip of his index finger. A sharp white light shot out like a high-pressure pump.

As soon as Luo Ziyang's palm thunder exploded, it was penetrated by the sharp white light. The thunder sounded, the thunder exploded, and the palm was penetrated. What was even more terrifying was that a snail-like Yuan power followed his palm meridians like a bamboo to rush straight into his empty dantian...

"No!"

Luo Ziyang roared in horror, and a roar that was inaudible to outsiders exploded in his body. The Yuan species that had shrunk to the size of rice grains seemed to be lit firecrackers, blowing into a cloud of smoke...

Yuanse explosion!

Dantian is abandoned!

...

After the competition, Luo Yangbao and his son left the villa that night. No one knew whether to go back to Yinshan County or where to go.

Luo Xiao, to be precise, the Luo family and his son got the precious resource as they wished.

After handing over the middle-grade spirit stones promised in advance to Luo Xiao, Luo Yangde did not leave. Instead, he carefully said the meaning of the family, and asked Luo Zifeng (Luo Xiao) to participate in the Battle of the Celestials after he advanced to the warriors, and at least he had to enter the county war list.

Luo Xiao was unhappy: "The deal we agreed on in advance does not include this one."

Luo Yangde hurriedly said, "I have an idea. Mr. Luo may as well listen to it and refer to it."

"you say."

"Young Master should know that there are substitute positions in the county war?"

Luo Xiao frowned and said, "At least, the candidate has to participate in the county war. After all, should I sign up for the war?"

Luo Xiao refused with all his might, of course, it was not a timid battle. He also watched many primary competitions of Shengjing Xiuwutang during this period. He was confident that even if he was the capital of the king who hid dragons and clenched tigers, he could easily be shortlisted. It was just that he would not benefit him from signing up for the battle. Instead, he delayed his cultivation. Moreover, he was trading with Luo Yangde and his son, not with Luo's family, and he was just a deal for Luo's family. What's the point?

Luo Yangde shook his hand quickly: "No need, no need... Uh, just sign up, no need to participate in the battle."

Luo Xiao was stunned: "What do you say?"

Luo Yangde coughed lightly and said vaguely: "The candidate quota is different from the top ten, and it can be replaced..."

As Luo Yangde whispered, Luo Xiao was both surprised and speechless.

According to Luo Yangde, there is no limit on the number of candidates for this candidate, but he must participate in the county war and rank according to the results. After each county war, some families who were eliminated from poor strength were unwilling to lose the opportunity of "Korean War" to show their faces in Beijing. They will choose those who are of average origin and have no background from the candidates and use bribes to buy their quota. In this way, they can go to Beijing to participate in the Korean war with legitimate reasons.

Of course, because they are alternates, it is basically no surprise that they will not appear. This will achieve the goal of showing their faces in front of the Kyoto powerful people without embarrassing them.

This trick has been played for hundreds of years, and almost a custom has become a common agreement, and everyone has tacitly understood it.

Buy a place? Luo Xiao shrugged: "I don't care, you guys will do it."

Luo Yangde wiped his forehead and sweat. This young master Luo was very difficult to speak. Fortunately, the matter was finally settled and the Zong family could explain it.
Chapter completed!