Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The rain was gradually getting smaller, from heavy rain to soft drizzle, like the tip of the first white tea, floating in the night sky.

In the alley.

The picture is extremely strange.

The white-skinned teenager sat in a wheelchair, supporting his chin, leisurely.

Around his body, a stream of light blue air was flowing rapidly, intertwined outside his body, just like Xiao Zhoutian running.

The drizzle falling under the sky, before it was close, was torn apart by the tears.

Everyone is stupid.

Even the three maidservants Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Ni Yu who are very familiar with Lu Fan.

The son at this moment is so strange.

That's... high above.

They have never felt this way before.

Lu Fan took a wheelchair and looked at Han Lian who was kneeling in front of him indifferently.

Han Lianxiao is a guru.

If it is a fight of blood and blood, one hundred Lu Fan cannot compare with one Han Lian laughs.

However, Lu Fan does not rely on Qi and blood, he relies on Reiki.

Huang Ti's high-grade exercises "Dao Zong Yun Ling Shu", Lu Fan is running, the aura is interwoven into a curtain, forming a natural sense of oppression.

Lu Fan called this "spiritual pressure."

This is the occupational suppression of non-practitioners by practitioners.

Of course, this is also because Lu Fan burst out fifty auras.

If there is not enough spiritual support, such strong spiritual pressure cannot be born at all.

It's like Ning Zhao, although there are two auras in Qidan, except for the improvement and help of combat power, it can't form spiritual pressure at all.

Even if there is, it has little effect on the master warrior.

Han Lianxiao lay prone on the ground, and the rainwater accumulated on the ground penetrated into the clothes and soaked his clothes.

He wanted to stand up under pressure.

Every part of the body seemed to be put on a heavy shackle. There were thousands of pounds of boulders on his body. The simple movements made him feel all kinds of difficulties.

The spiritual pressure of practitioners?

Carved insect tips?

Han Lianxiao suffered a huge impact.

The son of Lu Changkong, the master of Beiluocheng, and the person with hemiplegia, actually have such means?

Han Lian smiled clearly in his heart, this is by no means a martial art!

Even the grand master of the Bajiu may not be able to do it!

He raised the face buried in the water with difficulty, and the Yushu was facing the wind, and he was sly and suspicious. At this moment, he was covered with embarrassment, his hair was wet with water, and it was sticking to his pale face.

He raised his face and pressed his spirit pressure to see Lu Fan's face and expression.

However, what he saw was only the light blue airflow with criss-crossing, Lu Fan was wrapped in the airflow, faintly, like a fairy in the picture!

"you……"

Han Lianxiao's pupils tightened.

Lu Fan propped his chin in one hand and tapped on the thin wool blanket covering his thighs.

A slight glance at Han Lianxiao.

Master Wuxiang should be very strong. Perhaps he will be more comfortable when he adapts to the spiritual pressure. However, when the spiritual pressure formed by the convergence of fifty auras appeared in this world for the first time, Han Lianxiao could not adapt in a short time. .

How strong is the pressure formed by Baizhi Lingqi?

Thousands of strands, how terrible should the aura of auras be?

Suddenly, Lu Fan felt a bit of fantasy.

far away.

Ning Zhao broke free from the shackles of the organ wooden flute.

Holding the cicada winged sword, the hair was slightly messy and drooping, and there were a few strands of blood on the white and tender skin that broke away from the bondage.

She was silent, guilty and guilty.

She was too careless and had aura around, making her underestimate the master warrior.

The result was a trapped lock by the wooden flute.

Put the son in danger.

If it wasn't for the son to show his might, this time...the consequences would be unimaginable.

As Han Lianxiao said, in the middle of the night is quiet, forcing alleys, if he killed Lu Fan, no one knows.

Even if Lu Changkong found out afterwards, Han Lianxiao had already left Beiluo City, the sea was wide and the birds were flying.

The tip of the sword rested on the ground.

Ning Zhaolian walked lightly, and the standing water splashed.

"Son, how to deal with it?"

Ning Zhao was as cold as frost, with no emotion in her tone.

Lu Fan held his chin and glanced at Han Lian with a smile, without too much hesitation, and without dragging the mud.

"killed."

Lu Fandao.

The calm words came out.

Nie Changqing's body shook, and Nie Shuang hugged Nie Changqing's leg.

Han Lianxiao's pupil shrank upon the ground pressed by the spirit.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Poof!

A white blade as thin as a wing of a cicada pierced through it, and Yinhong's blood flowed out. Under Han Lianxiao's body, a pool of blood gradually formed.

So decisive!

There is no hesitation at all!

Han Lian laughed and coughed up blood in his mouth, and his eyes were unbelievable and unwilling.

The world is cheated!

It turned out... Young Master Beiluo City was not just a silly scholar who only knew to read Confucian books!

He has unpredictable means, and he has a decisive mind!

He started a big lie!

What did he want to do?!

Han Lianxiao's head hung down. Before he died, he still stared at the land unwillingly.

Finally, lying in the pool of blood, there was no sound.

Nie Changqing lost the pig knife.

His expression was complicated and shocked, and Daozong ninth Han Lian laughed... dead.

Master Wuxiang.

Among the hundreds of schools of the princes, the princes of martial arts were basically overwhelmed by the fact that they did not appear.

This kind of martial arts died silently in Beiluo City.

Nie Changqing was silent and had mixed feelings.

An assassination against him ended like this.

There is no joy in Nie Changqing's heart, but only a deep chill.

Han Lianxiao's death may become a fuse.

In the days to come, Daozong's strongmen may set foot in Beiluo City one by one.

Now that the Great Zhou Dynasty is in chaos, the state teachers are overwhelmed by themselves, and the martial arts of the hundreds of schools have become more active and unscrupulous.

No one knows the cruelty and unreasonableness of the Taoist people better than Nie Changqing.

Lu Fan dissipated the aura and no longer runs the Taoist Sect of Sorcery. After the deduction, the technique of moving blood became the Huangqi top grade aura practice method.

Ability to condense aura and form spiritual pressure.

It is a pity that apart from spiritual pressure, Lu Fan can't cultivate Qi with other people through exercises.

"Thanks to Lu Shao's life-saving grace."

Nie Changqing took Nie Shuang and walked to Lu Fan's side, thanking him pale.

Nie Shuang's big eyes turned round and round, some awe and some fanaticism.

Lu Fan just raised his hand and put his hands on the screen of suppressing the powerful and invincible Han Lian, which caused a huge impact on his young heart.

Ning Zhao did not speak. She pulled out the sword and wiped the blood on the sword with her sleeve. Then, the cicada winged the sword back to her sheath and stood quietly behind Lu Fan.

Yiyue also climbed up silently, and this time she was deeply hit by the confrontation with the guru.

She doesn't even have the qualification to protect her son.

Lu Fan glanced at Nie Changqing.

"You want to be stable, but others may not make you comfortable..."

"The weak are not worthy of talk about stability."

"Only strength is the foundation. As long as you are strong, the world is your pure land."

Lu Fandao.

Nie Changqing shuddered and said nothing.

Lu Fan was right, no matter how he hid there, Dao Zong would not let him go, nor Nie Shuang.

"The premise is that you are really strong enough." Lu Fan emphasized.

Nie Changqing took a deep breath and took a breath. The wound on his body was soaked in water, and it hurt so hot.

But he didn't care, the injury was rare for him.

"But... I was picked with my hamstrings, my body was full of blood, and I couldn't save one thing..."

Nie Changqing looked at his slightly shaking palm and said sadly.

"You really are the immortal that the immortal gifted you, as if nothing."

Lu Fan flicked his finger on the thin blanket, as if chatting between friends, chuckling and laughing.

The words came out.

Nie Changqing seemed to be hit by thunder, staring at the land with an incredible stare.

"Of course, although there are ways to cultivate immortals, but... you still lack an opportunity to embark on a path of cultivation."

Lu Fan smiled.

"Have you seen it?"

"Want to learn?"

"Follow me, I will teach you."

Lu Fan leaned back in his wheelchair and said lazily.

Nie Changqing was in a mood at the moment.

He didn't tell anyone about the fact that he got the fairy.

However, Lu Fan was able to speak accurately.

Is Lu Fan the "Six Great Immortals"?

No...no, Liu Daxian doesn't have leg problems at all, and Lu Fan and Liu Daxian's methods are very different.

In other words... Lu Fan has also entered into the fairy land and got the fairy edge?!

Nie Changqing suddenly.

There is a fairy in the world!

Nie Changqing's mood fluctuated quite a bit, and his mind seemed to be engaged in a war between man and nature.

Various ideas keep colliding.

His complexion varies.

After a long time, he looked at Lu Fan fieryly.

Wow!

Nie Changqing knelt on one knee and knelt in front of Lu Fan.

Nie Shuang on the side blinked with big eyes, and quickly learned that his father knelt down.

"Ye Nie Changqing, willing to follow Lu Shao!"

Nie Changqing said.

The words fell and kowtowed.

Splashed water for more than two feet.

Nie Shuang's eyes are full of fanaticism and yearning.

"I...me too!"

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