Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The rain fell.

The continuous rain screen makes the world dim.

In the alley, the rain splashed, hit the blue bricks, and splashed high water.

Yiyue held an umbrella, and the fox charm face was stunned.

Ni Yu also slightly widened her eyes and opened her mouth to a round shape, looking at the handsome man in front of him wearing a clothes and wearing a hat.

This man...

How dare he say this?

The son's heart is so small, this guy... is dead!

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes. The rain sprinkled along the edge of the oil paper umbrella, like a bead curtain, letting Han Lianxiao's smiling face in Lu Fan's eyes, full of haze.

Lu Fan laughed.

Gently palm.

"Also, I'm just a scholar with leg problems. I can only write poems and seek flowers and ask Liu."

"Let the Lord give me face, it's a luxury."

This remark.

Let Han Lianxiao Meiyu pick a little.

It is said that the son of Lu Changkong, because of legs and legs, spleen violent, now it seems... Rumors should not be true.

Look at this temper...how good.

"Since Lord Lu is so self-aware, let's step back."

Han Lianxiao gently waved the wooden flute, gently smiling.

The voice is very gentle, but at the end of the speech, it gradually becomes abhorrent.

Nie Changqing stood up trembling.

Blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his face was washed pale by the rain.

"Mr. Lu...Thank you for coming to the rescue."

"However, this matter is the grievances of the contemptible people, and it is not good for Lu Gongzi to blend in."

"It's just that the scumbag begged Lu Gongzi to take me with him. He is just a child, he is innocent."

Nie Changqing's words trembled a little.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, supporting his chin with one hand, and flicked it on the thin wool blanket contaminated with water vapor with one hand.

The alleys are narrow and tight, like a gloomy sky.

"Sister Nie, you're so embarrassing to Lord Lu. Lord Venerable's order is for me to bring you back and Shuang'er, especially Shuang'er, but I'm very concerned about Sovereign."

Han Lian laughed and flicked the raindrops on the wooden flute, laughing.

The tone is dim, but it is full of overbearing that cannot be rejected.

Nie Changqing suddenly flushed and glared at Han Lian with a smile.

No wonder Han Lianxiao will appear now, originally for Nie Shuang.

"Snapped."

suddenly.

Lu Fan, sitting in a wheelchair, slapped his hands on his hands.

In the rain lane, thunder burst.

Ni Yu was taken aback.

Yiyue also tightened her mind, while Ningzhao Cicada's winged sword, which stood in front of her, lifted gently, and her blood and aura began to surge. Ling Luo's long skirt and blue silk flew.

When Lu Fan raised his hand, he rubbed his eyes.

"Father's love is like a mountain, and I am touched by the earth. The most unlovable father's love in Lu Ping's life reminds me of the old father in the family who kindly waited for me to return home for dinner."

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop.

Lu Fan lowered his head, his eyes full of sentiment.

Afterwards.

Lu Fan raised his head and looked at Han Lianxiao.

"I almost forgot to ask which force your lord came from. In Beiluo City, I could not give my son a face."

Lu Fandao.

The sound floated in the narrow and narrow rain lane.

Han Lian frowned, staring at the land, wondering why, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the alley had become a bit murderous.

Being stared at by Lu Fan, he actually had a chill in his heart.

Clenching the wooden flute, the cold in my heart seemed to be evaporated by the stove.

"A song'Tide Water Ballad', Daozong ninth Han Lian laughed."

"From the hundred schools of Zhuzi... Daozong."

Han Lian laughed.

Snapped!

however.

Han Lianxiao's words just fell, and Lu Fan slapped again on the wheelchair guards.

"dry!"

"Say early!"

"Looking at your dog-like appearance, I thought it was the gold and silver Ruwei sent by the Emperor Jinguo Division, so I had to start with the old Nie to scare my son."

"Dao Zong? What kind of stuff... In Beiluocheng, is it not worthy of the face?"

Lu Fan leaned back on the wheelchair suddenly, pouting and watching Han Lian laugh.

The atmosphere is suddenly quiet.

Nie Changqing looked at the landing with amazement.

Although I don't know if Lu Fan's performance really does not know that Han Lianxiao is from Daozong, I still don't know.

But no matter what...

This man... It's too real to be bullied

Yi Yue Hu Mei's face showed a light smile, Ni Yu rolled his eyes, and the son was still the son...

Ning Zhao raised the sword gently, and the tip of the sword dropped a series of water drops, pointing directly at Han Lianxiao.

The gentle smile on Han Lian's smiling face gradually disappeared.

He stared at Fanfan, he didn't seem to understand why Lufan was so arrogant, so arrogant.

Why is he?

Based on this maid who first entered the guru?

"Master Lu, what do you mean?"

Han Lianxiao's tone was cold and annoying.

"Noisy."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

"Sister Ning, get him."

Buzz...

Lu Fan's words fell, Jian Yin exploded instantly, Ning Zhao moved, and the two plumes of Qi within the Qi Dan suddenly surging, as if burning in an oven.

The rain screen seemed to be cut open.

Jian Guangru cut the lightning in the night, and forced Han Lian to laugh.

The rain on Han Lianxiao's hat also continued to fall. He ignored Ning Zhao, but stared straight at the landing.

"Guru is the maidservant, Lu Changkong's handwriting is really extraordinary."

"This maidservant is a bit of a doorway. Under the North Luo City, the four masters of sword pressure...

The gloom on Han Lian's smiling face disappeared, and he laughed again.

He slowly raised the wooden flute in his hand.

"Lu Gongzi...you are not a guru, you may have misunderstood the guru's strength, and you know nothing about the mystery and power of the hundreds of gurus."

"Your maidservant, although eccentric blood, but ... can not be your arrogant capital."

Click.

The wooden flute of Han Lian laughed suddenly.

Touched with Ning Zhao's sword tip.

At the next moment, Ning Zhao's heart shivered and his pupils contracted.

The wooden flute suddenly diverged.

At the point where it collided with the tip of the sword, a dense wooden strip was forked, and the wooden strip was wrapped around the tip of the sword, and the bondage locked the joints above and below Ning Zhaohun.

Make her completely unmovable.

Ning Zhao's umbrella fell, and the rain poured on her body.

"Compared to combat experience, you are just a master maid's maid... far from it."

Han Lian said lightly.

He carried his hands on his shoulders and ignored Ning Zhao, who was bound by him.

It was difficult for the master of the ring to break free of the wooden flute lock of the agency he specially created.

Stepping on the footsteps, the rain splashed two feet.

He fixed his eyes on Lu Fan and walked step by step, he was proud, he was indifferent, he seemed to stand above him, trying to judge Lu Fan's life and death.

Nie Changqing raised the pig knife.

However, Han Lian laughed with anger and blood, shot with a lightly underhand, and beat Nie Changqing to kill the pig and flew high.

Han Lianxiao ignored Nie Changqing as a rotten person.

His tendons were picked and his blood was silent.

The former generation of master swordsmen has fallen to less than the first-rate martial arts.

He couldn't even get into his eyes.

Han Lian walked with a smile, laughing.

"Heavy rain, narrow lanes, murder night."

"It's time and place, someone is at peace."

"In such good conditions, if I kill you, God doesn't know it, but I don't know it."

"If you don't kill you, I'm sorry God."

Han Lianxiao's tone became more and more pleasant, and in the end, it was full of monstrous murderous opportunities.

"Introduce myself again, Han Lianxiao, Daozong ninth, Wuxiang master."

Boom!

Han Lian suddenly stepped on.

The accumulated water exploded seven feet as if it were heavy rain.

Yiyue's complexion changed suddenly. She grabbed the long whip around her waist and blocked it in front of Lu Fan.

however.

Han Lian smiled and shot it on the raindrop. Numerous raindrops hit Yiyue, causing Yiyue to vomit blood and fly out.

Since I decided to kill Lu Fan.

Han Lian didn't hesitate anymore.

He is a person from the rivers and lakes, and Lu Fan, the son of the master of Beiluo city, is a temple.

Once the killer, he did not look back.

No trace or evidence can be left.

Today's Da Zhou, although chaotic into a pot of porridge, but the Confucian master is still there, Da Zhou's deterrent to the hundreds of schools is still there!

"dead!"

Han Lianxiao looked directly at Lu Fan with red lips and white teeth sitting in a wheelchair.

In his eyes, Lu Fan was really pitiful. He had leg problems. In the face of death, he could not even escape in fear.

Han Lianxiao groaned from his throat.

A palm blasted the falling raindrops, and the fingertips of the palm were like a knife, and it was going to cross Lu Fan's neck.

Wheelchair.

Lu Fan's brow furrowed, the wind and rain fell like a knife, the rain drenched his clothes, Ni Yu hugged the paper umbrella tightly, and two tremors.

But she did not retreat.

Looking at the terrible Han Lian laughed.

Lu Fan breathed out and closed his eyes slowly.

Ning Zhao's defeat was beyond his expectations, but he didn't lose his cards.

He can continue to give Aura to Ning Zhao, but...

This time, Lu Fan did not choose to do so.

The mind moved.

Changed the soul strength of 6.5 in the panel to 5 points.

1 soul strength, can make 10 strands of Qi.

For an instant.

Lu Fan's aura went from 0 strands to 50 strands in an instant.

After redemption.

Lu Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking directly at the killed Han Lianxiao, his eyes were indifferent and cold and ruthless.

Qi Danru oven.

Feeling like a trickle, Lu Fan exhibited the practice method "Dao Zong Yun Ling Shu" modified by Nie Changqing by "The Ten Thousand Methods Oven".

next moment.

Lu Fan felt that in the oven-like Qidan, 50 auras of spirits boiled.

Wheelchair.

Lu Fan sat quietly.

Fifty lines of light blue aura flow around his body, continuously crisscrossing his body.

boom!

A huge and majestic pressure suddenly came down.

The galloping Han Lian laughed and suddenly "popped", kneeling under pressure and lying in the water alley.

The huge pressure made him raise his head hard.

The side face was pressed tightly against the icy ground where the water was beating.

The five bodies are thrown into the ground and cannot move!

His heart... was shaking.

"This... what is this?"

Han Lianxiao's pupils contracted as if hell.

Lu Fan wrapped around the wheelchair, stretched out his hand, stroked the water vapor sprayed on the thin wool blanket, and glanced at Han Lian, who was lying on the ground in embarrassment.

Lazy leaning on the wheelchair, chuckling:

"Practitioners, spiritual pressure."

"It's just a little worm."

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