Zhao Donghan arrived at the county government office with ease.

The police officers have already escorted back the corpses of twenty-eight evil cultivators, and they are now being placed in the back hall of the Yamen.

Magistrate Liu returned from Dongshan, covering his mouth and nose with a cloth handkerchief, frowning, and looking at the corpses of evil cultivators.

He was a little confused at the moment. These corpses were all fifth-level and sixth-level evil cultivators when they were alive. Each one of them was an evil being who could create a massacre in the town.

However, twenty-eight such evil cultivators died at the same time.

"These evil cultivators should have accepted the mission of the evil sect of heaven and earth. They wanted to kill Mr. Luo Hong, but they were all killed by Mr. Luo Hong. I don't know the specific battle process. When we arrived,

, the battle is over, we are just responsible for the finishing touches."

Luo Feng sat on the chair and poured a glass of water to drink. He felt that his mouth was a little dry.

The shock in my heart was difficult to calm down for a long time. After all, every evil cultivator in front of me was not weaker than him. Moreover, fifth-grade evil cultivators were more troublesome and difficult to deal with than fifth-grade martial cultivators.

How did Luo Hong do it?

Luo Feng was shocked.

Luo Hong was able to kill Wanyan Liehuo who was on the Yellow List. However, although Wanyan Liehuo was the top talent on the Yellow List, he might not have any advantage compared to some evil cultivators who had been immersed in the fifth-level realm for many years.

Let’s talk about the eighteen fifth-grade people and the ten sixth-grade people...

With so many evil cultivators put together, even a fourth-grade cultivator would have to avoid their sharp edges temporarily if they encountered them.

Luo Feng really couldn't think of how Luo Hong defeated these evil cultivators. Could it be that Luo Hong already had fourth-level combat power?

Seventh-grade compared to fourth-grade... with this kind of potential, can the top ten geniuses on the yellow list be able to compare?

The back hall of the Yamen is somewhat quiet.

Fang Zheng was recording something seriously, Zi Wei was sitting in a chair in a daze, and Luo Feng and the county magistrate were drinking tea in silence.

Time passed bit by bit, and Zhao Donghan came.

Zhao Donghan walked into the back hall in the dark, dusty and tired. Luo Feng, who had drunk half of his tea, suddenly became energetic and got up enthusiastically.

"Zhao Zhuangshi is here? Mr. Luo is resting?"

Luo Feng laughed.

Zhao Donghan nodded.

"Tell us quickly. Zhao Zhuangshi is the only witness. How did the young master kill these evil cultivators when he fought against them?"

Luo Feng felt extremely itchy in his heart.

Twenty-eight evil cultivators and twenty-eight Luo Feng might not be able to defeat them, but Luo Hong was actually able to kill them all by himself.

Ziwei, who had been in a daze on the chair, also became energetic and ran away. After a while, she came back with a bag of melon seeds.

Even Fang Zheng, who was working on a case, listened carefully.

Zhao Donghan's face trembled.

After feeling embarrassed for a while, he let out a sharp breath.

The young master killed twenty-eight evil cultivators in one battle. This was a great thing. Since he, Old Zhao, could not protect the young master, he naturally wanted to protect the young master's reputation and make him famous all over the world!

Lao Zhao took a sip of tea and sat down calmly, although he fainted and didn't see anything.

However, based on his understanding of his righteous son, he probably guessed the entire process.

Anyway, it's about praising the young master. For Lao Zhao, it's easy to talk.

"The people under the moon are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world!"

"My young master is full of righteousness, and evil spirits cannot invade him! The twenty-eight evil spirits are fighting against my young master. The first thing he has to bear is his dazzling righteous yang energy, which is like a rainbow of righteous yang energy. It descends from the sky awe-inspiring. My family

Although the young master has just become a disciple of my husband, I heard that ringing the Saint’s bell three hundred and six will condense a long river of righteousness and naturally suppress evil cultivators. How can I fight against these evil cultivators?”

"Young master's talent in swordsmanship is even more unparalleled. It was passed down personally by Mr. Chen, and he was possessed by the will of a saint who struck the saint's bell thirty-six. With a few sword strikes, a white dragon rose into the sky, and one sword suppressed the twenty-eight evil spirits.

Xiu, fought with the evil cultivators until the sky was dark, the earth cracked and the mountains collapsed!"

"In an instant, I heard the sword energy spurting from my young master's body. He knocked open the heavenly gate with his sword and shouted lightly, "Sword is coming!"

"There is sword energy gushing out from the Earth Dragon Sword, like ten thousand swords returning to the sect, wiping across the necks of every evil cultivator, wiping out the life energy of these evil cultivators!"

Zhao Donghan said eloquently that he happened to hang out in the teahouse these days and learned a few tricks from the storyteller. When he spoke, he was sonorous and powerful, and every word was precise.

Luo Feng, County Magistrate Liu and others were stunned for a moment.

Because they felt that what Zhao Donghan said was quite reasonable, and the battle scene described by Zhao Donghan could not help but form in their minds.

Zhao Donghan took a sip of tea and was satisfied.

Ziwei opened her beautiful eyes while cracking melon seeds.

Fang Zheng held the case in hand, frowned slightly, and said: "There is a problem. Although the evil energy of so many evil cultivators is not as good as the vast sea or the river, it can also be called a raging river. What about the evil energy of these evil cultivators?

Where did the anger go?"

Luo Feng also thought about this problem and looked at Zhao Donghan.

The scar on Zhao Donghan's face was trembling slightly, but he smiled faintly.

"Have you not seen those evil cultivators kneeling in the most pious posture after death? My young master used his own righteous yang energy as an open flame, caressing their heads one by one, purifying and burning the evil spirits on their bodies."

The words fell.

There was a sudden sound in the county government office hall.

Even Fang Zheng was no longer paranoid and wrote down a description in the case book. After all, they had seen with their own eyes the Zhengyang Qi in Luo Hong's body that was as bright as the blazing sun.

The white color of fish belly gradually appeared in the east.

When the first ray of light in the morning broke through the haze of the night and spread over the earth, bringing light and heat, Zhao Donghan walked out of the county government office refreshed.

He walked towards Luofu with satisfaction.

With his energy and blood as a seventh-grade martial arts cultivator, even if he stayed up all night, it would not be considered a big deal.

"Today the young master is attending the academy, I, Old Zhao, can go sit in the teahouse and tell the uninformed strangers about the young master's feat tonight!"

When Zhao Donghan heard this, he immediately smiled, and the scar on his face twisted like a centipede.

…

Luo Hong woke up with a shiver.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Luo Hong felt an inexplicable feeling of palpitations, but where the palpitations came from, Luo Hong had no idea.

Last night, he killed twenty-eight evil cultivators and absorbed a large amount of evil spirits. After Luo Hong returned to the room, he began to sit cross-legged and refine.

I don't know when I fell asleep.

And Xie Sha has been completely transformed, and now Luo Hong's cultivation level has improved slightly.

After stretching, the morning light dispersed the haze between heaven and earth. As soon as Luo Hong moved, there was a rustling sound outside the house. The flower-like maids pushed in the door and washed Luo Hong.

After washing up, Luo Hong changed into a clean white robe, carried the Earth Dragon Sword on his back, and headed to the main hall.

Xiao Douhua had woken up early and was busy in the kitchen. Her family's decline had made her less squeamish and more independent.

She couldn't help but smile when she saw Luo Hong, who was wearing a white shirt and looking upright. The fear and haze caused by yesterday's murder had already swept away from her brows.

The girl Cong Cong seems to have undergone a transformation and become more determined.

There was light in his eyes, and he seemed to have a goal. He was not as confused as before.

It's rare that Luo Hong didn't scold Xiao Douhua today.

Blind Yuan, Butler Chen, and Luo Xiaoxiao, who looked sleepy, were already seated at the dining table.

Butler Chen glanced at Luo Hong and said nothing about his trip out of the city last night.

Luo Hong raised his head, looked at Butler Chen, and asked: "Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen has been immersed in swordsmanship for many years. I wonder if he has dabbled in sword formations?"

"Sword formation?" Steward Chen, who was eating porridge with pickled radish, was stunned for a moment and looked at Luo Hong with a raised eyebrow in surprise.

"The sword formation is very powerful, but generally it can only be practiced at the sword-controlling realm... Of course, if there are multiple people dancing swords, it can also be a sword formation, but that is a multi-person sword formation, and the principles are different."

"Which one do you want to know about?" Butler Chen asked.

"One person can form an array."

Luo Hong took a bite of tofu pudding and said.

"In fact, the sword formation is quite useless. If the sword energy is strong enough, one sword can cut rivers, break lakes, split mountains, split the sky... Everything can be cut with one sword. Old Chen, I don't know much about sword formations.

, However, since the young master wants to understand, Lao Chen will write it down for the young master."

"However, Young Master, you must remember that your talent for swordsmanship is average. Don't waste too much time on sword formations. Practice more and raise your swords, and enter the third-level Ten Thousand Sword Realm as soon as possible. By then, even if you don't understand the sword formation method,

, one sword comes out, ten thousand swords fly together, and the sword formation is not weak." Butler Chen warned.

Luo Hong took a spoonful of bean curd and sighed.

"Uncle Chen, stop talking about my swordsmanship talent. I know in my heart that since my talent is poor, I should take the lead and acquire more knowledge. It may be useful in the future."

"Ahem..." Blind Yuan on the side choked on his porridge and kept coughing.
To be continued...