Fu Ming turned his head stiffly, and he couldn't help but tremble, and his whole body was stunned.

Countless beasts are surging over like a tide, most of them are second-level beasts, which are actually mixed with third-level beasts, which is much stronger than the porcupine just now.

"This, this is what Xiaoman arranged again?" Luo Mushan widened his eyes, with a face of disbelief, "What the **** did this girl do?"

"Hey, Patriarch Luo, don't worry about it. Anyway, the little lady has seen through Wanjia's conspiracy and has arranged everything." Lin Sanxing touched his nose and said proudly.

I don't know why, as Luo Xiaoman's servant, he has a sense of pride at this moment.

"That's right." Suddenly, Lin Sansheng's words changed, and he said to Luo Mushan with a hot face: "Patriarch Luo, the little lady also asked me to tell you that she is no longer the waste that could not be cultivated."

"Now she is a powerful person in the Ninth level of Qi refining."

Hum!

Luo Mushan was stunned severely when he heard the words.

At the same time, the Luo family looked at each other when they heard the news, and immediately showed incredible expressions.

"Are you kidding me?" Luo Mushan recovered, grabbed Lin Sanxing's shoulder, and asked in a deep voice, "Xiaoman, can you really practice?"

"Yes!" Lin Sansheng nodded heavily and said solemnly: "She attended the admission ceremony today and confronted Wan Zitong head-on."

"Hahaha." Luo Mushan smiled, and the face of the vicissitudes of time floated with a touch of pride, "I know this little ancestor is restless, but I don't know whether she can practice cultivation, or Qi Jiu Floor."

"Xiaoman, Daddy is so happy!! Hahaha!"

Luo Mushan laughed wildly, and the momentum on his body burst out, like a roaring mad dragon, sweeping away in all directions.

His eyes ignited a fierce fighting spirit, and it seemed that the news that Luo Xiaoman was able to practice had let his firepower go full.

"Fu Ming!!" Luo Mushan yelled, and the silver dragon spear in his hand turned, "Take your head back to me as a gift."

Fu Ming had just killed a Level 3 monster, and when he looked back, he saw Luo Mu Mountain, like a ferocious beast, flying towards him.

That silver dragon spear, with afterimages, pierced like lightning.

"Silver Dragon has no regrets!!" Luo Mu Shan yelled, the Yuanli in his body turned, and the silver dragon spear in his hand was shining with silver light, turning into a silver dragon and flew out.

"Asshole!!!" Fu Ming shouted violently, waving his great axe to resist.

He wondered, why did Mount Luo Mu suddenly become so fierce?

This is nothing short of blood!

Yes!

The fact that Luo Xiaoman can practice is the driving force behind Luo Mu's explosion!

How many days and nights, his old father was so worried about the fact that Luo Xiaoman couldn't practice.

Now, Xiaoman can finally practice, and the repressed emotions and ecstasy have also exploded.

Puff!

Fu Ming's great axe was shaken open, and the silver dragon spear instantly pierced a large hole in his chest, splashing blood.

Many stubborn bandits saw that Fu Ming was killed by a single shot, they couldn't help panicking, and stopped fighting with monsters, and hurriedly fled.

"The Luo family listens to the order, and kills without mercy." The silver dragon spear in Luo Mushan's hand split Fu Ming's head off, shocking the audience.