Villain: The memory of the tyrant is exposed, the empress cries

Lu Ran looked up at the black real dragon, and he could clearly hear the black real dragon's compromise.

Lu Ran was a little puzzled, why the black true dragon kept compromising, he was very accommodating to himself, it seemed that no matter what he did, the black true dragon would choose to give in.

And it's kind of bottomless.

Is there anything special about me to him?
Lu Ran took out the marijuana flower from his Sumeru ring: "Come on!"

Although the black real dragon has been staying in the Jiangshan picture scroll, he also knows that Lu Ran's best weapon is not a famous sword or sword, but a marijuana flower blown by Lu Ran's master.

This hemp flower accompanied Lu Ran in battles and completed countless tasks. Every tough beast and cultivator doubted his life after being drawn by a hemp flower.

If the black real dragon hadn't discovered that this twist was really fried by Li Tingyan, he would have wondered if it was some kind of unique cultivation method created by Li Tingyan.

Although the black real dragon knew that this hemp flower was of great significance to Lu Ran, but the black real dragon always felt that he could not let Lu Ran go further and further on this weird path of heretics.

The black real dragon waved his hand in the air, and a black long sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was three feet long, three fingers thick, without a point or edge, and looked like a mallet used to wash clothes.

Or it's a mallet.

The black real dragon threw the mallet at Lu Ran: "This sword is for you. When the blade breaks, you can go to the next step."

Lu Ran quickly took the black real dragon and threw a 'stick' towards him.

When the mallet was in his hand, Lu Ran found that the moment he touched the mallet, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be suppressed, and it was extremely difficult to operate.

Lu Ran suddenly understood that this sword has the effect of suppressing spiritual power, and every time he swung the sword in the future, he would use pure swordsmanship.

Is this the so-called weight-bearing exercise?

The black real dragon turned into an expert again, waved the long sword in his hand, and made a few simple movements, including stabbing, chopping, teasing, picking, chopping and so on.

After completing the basic moves, the black real dragon let out a sigh of relief: "The basic sword technique I just had, you must practice every day. What are you doing!"

The black real dragon just wanted to teach Lu Ran well, only to see Lu Ran roasting the 'stick' with fire in his palm, then his eyes twinkled, and then he froze the 'stick'.

so repeatedly.

Hearing the shocking cry of the black real dragon, Lu Ran raised his head and asked full of doubts: "Didn't you ask me to break this sword? Ao Jiao said that it would be good if the metal becomes brittle when it expands with heat and contracts with cold."

The black real dragon was gasped by Lu Gas: "I don't want you to break it! No! I just want you to break it, but not with your ability, but during battle or practice. Cut off this sword!"

The black real dragon felt that his head was a bit big, and he had some doubts about his life.

The black Shenlong remembered that when he took care of those bastards in the Dragon King Temple, it wasn't such a troublesome time!

The black real dragon has been thinking whether he should ask Lu Ran's master how Li Tingyan taught this guy.

With the passage of time, the black real dragon found that Lu Ran was indeed a genius, except that his thinking might sometimes be different from that of normal people, and it was more worry-free.

Lu Ran was asked to practice basic swordsmanship moves every day, and Lu Ran never compromised.

As he continued to practice basic swordsmanship day by day, Lu Ran's control over his body became more mature, and he could gradually replace brute force with skill.

Lu Ran also gradually understood one thing. What he practiced with Li Tingyan before was not so much swordsmanship, but more like a one-hit-kill assassination technique.

The use of power lies in a kind of extreme and explosive, lacking some ethereal feeling.

Lu Ran thinks he can talk to Li Tingyan about this in the future.

On the morning of the eighth day, Lu Ran stood at the top of the training tower, held his breath, and slashed forward with a sword.

I only saw a golden light appearing on the pure black sword. Following the point of Lu Ran's sword, it turned into a straight dragon and galloped out, just slashing towards a flying crane.

In the next second, only the sword glow flickered, and the golden phantom condensed into a sharp blade, passing over the crane's body.

All of a sudden, the sky was filled with blood, and the crane screamed and fell from the sky.

Lu Ran withdrew the long sword in his hand and gasped for breath. With the sword just now, Lu Ran felt as if he had collapsed.

The sweat from all over his body seeped out of the skin visible to the naked eye, and stained the skirt of his clothes.

"Very good! Really good! You can cut out the sword light in just a week. You are the most talented I have ever seen."

I don't know when the black real dragon appeared behind Lu Ran.

Lu Ran glanced at the black real dragon, but didn't speak, he was really tired.

When the knife was slashed just now, Lu Ran clearly felt that the black 'stick' was weakened a bit. If he continued to practice at this speed, the sea of ​​black 'stick' would be cut off within half a month.

"I want to know, what's the use of cutting off this black long sword?" Lu Ran asked suspiciously.

"You didn't ask me when you received this strange black long sword. You are already very calm."

The black real dragon performed a sentence, and then said: "However, I can't answer this question for you now, it requires you to realize it slowly, just like cutting out a sword light, you will naturally know after doing a lot of things. "

Lu Ran felt pain for a while, isn't this the same as not explaining it?

You came here just to install a wall?

Just when Lu Ran frowned and thought, he heard a shrill scream from under the cultivation tower: "Xiao Bai! What's wrong with you, Xiao Bai! Who cut you in half, Xiao Bai! What are you talking about?" Ah Xiaobai!"

Lu Ran lay on the eaves of the cultivation tower and looked down, only to see a fat man holding the crane that Lu Ran had just split into two, crying loudly.

When Lu Ran saw this scene, he just felt that his passivity was automatically triggered again, why did another beast control die.

The black real dragon didn't expect Lu Ran to be so coincidental that he just killed someone else's beast control.

The black real dragon suddenly became interested. He wanted to know how Lu Ran would choose in a critical situation.

The black real dragon looked at Lu Ran and asked, "What should I do?"

Lu Ran frowned as he looked at the crying fat man.

The crane was indeed chopped down by himself, and he cannot be ignored.

A few seconds later, Lu Ran snapped his fingers: "Have a look at mine!"

After a cup of tea, I saw Lu Ran walk up to the crying fat monk: "Brother, your beast driver is dead and cannot be revived, so please give me your condolences."

The fat monk ignored Lu Ran and continued to cry while hugging the crane's body.

Lu Ran continued: "Brother, I have a way to let Xianhe continue to accompany you, brother, you want to hear from me."

The fat monk immediately widened his eyes and looked at Lu Ran enthusiastically.

The fiery eyes made Lu Ran suspect that there was a problem with the orientation of the person in front of him.

"Really! You have a way to let Xiaobai stay with me."

Lu Ran looked like an expert: "Of course!"

The fat monk hurriedly asked, "What method?"

Lu Ran rubbed his chin and said, "Have you ever heard of Lu Ji BBQ?"