东欧free性video巴西

Luo Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, murmuring to himself.

Within the past half a month, the Luo Family had also made many moves.

They had forcibly taken over four county cities and three towns from the hands of the Chen and Feng Families.

But those two families seemed to have no thoughts other than defense.

They were simply dead set on attacking the Tang Family with all their might.

This left Luo Ping somewhat at a loss for words.

“This time, it’s not that our Luo Family doesn’t want to help, but the ideas of the Chen Family and the Feng Family are a bit too resolute…”

After shaking his head helplessly,

Luo Ping then turned his attention back to the documents on the table.

Although he had made a series of reforms to the system under his command,

appointing many town chiefs and subordinate officials, each managing different matters,

as the territory under his command continued to grow,

and the number of his subjects kept increasing,

the matters he needed to handle not only failed to decrease but actually began to increase more and more.

This had been giving Luo Ping a bit of a headache in recent days.

…

In Qingshi Town, within the Luo Family Ancestral Land,

inside the deepest courtyard,

stood Luo Changfeng, the Ancestor of the Luo Family, with his hands behind his back.

He silently stood beside a field that had just been plowed in recent days.

Spiritual soil, spiritual soil.

Once broken and crumbled, isn’t it just soil filled with spiritual power?

So, Luo Changfeng pondered,

what if he buried some spirit stones beneath that soil?

Perhaps, he could transform the ordinary soil into the so-called spiritual soil?

With this thought in mind, Luo Changfeng immediately took action.

However, the results seemed a bit disappointing.

He had prepared the land, and the spirit stones were buried. The ordinary soil, under the influence of the spirit stones’ power, would emit bursts of spiritual power from time to time. But what gave Luo Changfeng a headache was…

the soil simply couldn’t retain the spiritual power seeping out from the spirit stones.

This was like a piece of land that couldn’t retain moisture.

How could such soil be used to grow the special spiritual medicines?

“It seems I’ve oversimplified things a bit…”

After a slight shake of his head,

Luo Changfeng grabbed his clothes and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

He intended to go out and take a casual stroll to clear his mind.

Yet, before he had even left the Luo Family Ancestral Land,

under a secluded, centuries-old tree on the outskirts of the ancestral land,

he caught sight of a familiar figure.

The person in front of him held a wooden sword, clenching his teeth with a look of determination in his eyes.

He swung his sword repeatedly toward the front one after another.

And the middle-aged man standing silently behind him, with a longsword tied to his waist,

had an expression filled with intermittent contempt and disdain.

To be honest, if this person weren’t a member of the Luo Family from Qingshi Town,

if those from the Luo Family hadn’t come to him asking him to properly teach this child swordsmanship,

he wouldn’t even bother to look at someone with such mediocre talent, right?

“That’s about enough.”

“What’s the point of trying so hard?”

“You’ve been swinging that broken wooden sword in your hands for at least a month or two now, right?”

“You’ve been learning by my side for quite some time now.”

“You should be well aware of what kind of talent you have.”

“Instead of persisting through gritted teeth, it might be better to just give up, it would be easier for you, and I could relax a bit as well…”

Under the ancient tree,

the sword cultivator, whose cultivation was likely in the Bone Refinement Refining Stage,

continued to watch the young child in front of him, his words laced with an insincere tone.

His eyes also brimmed with scornful laughter.

“The path of the sword values talent above all.”

“Your talent is too poor.”

“What others can grasp in a day, you need ten days, half a month, or even a month to understand.”

“What’s the point of practicing the sword under these circumstances?”

The Bone Refinement Refining Stage sword cultivator was still mocking from the side.

And faced with all the sword cultivator’s remarks, Luo Ze merely clenched his teeth without choosing to retort.

“Heh, I thought you were a key member cultivated by the Luo Family…”

“Who would have guessed you were just a waste…”

“Really got my hopes up for nothing…”

The middle-aged sword cultivator snorted contemptuously, and just as he was about to say more,

a man clad in white, with thousands of strands of silver hair,

his figure slightly thin but with an aura of transcendence about him appeared suddenly beside the sword cultivator.

“You, you…”

Seeing the suddenly appearing elder, the sword cultivator couldn’t help but be startled, showing a trace of panic in his eyes.

You see, this sword cultivator had the nerve to be rather crude,

but really, he only dared to speak up when he was with Luo Ze.

If any other Luo Family members were nearby,

naturally, he wouldn’t dare to utter a single word.

“Why not keep talking?”

“Won’t you continue?”

Luo Changfeng, with his hands behind his back, watched the Bone Refinement Refining Stage sword cultivator before him with an icy demeanor.

“I, I belong to the Zhao Family, one of the Five Great Families in East Earth Town…”

Luo Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, “East Earth Town, the Zhao Family?”

After pondering for a moment, he then lifted his thin right hand.