Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"Branchline Mission 2: Creating Transcendental Force from scratch [Current Quest Progress: Transcendental Prototype, Beiluo Yiba]"

"Congratulations to the host for creating the prototype "Baiyujing" of the transcendental power, and obtaining 10 disposable attributes."

"Tip: Host, please make persistent efforts to make'Baiyujing' a transcendental force. It is estimated that you can get 1,000 disposable attributes."

Ahead, the emergence of Ning Zhaofenghua peerless.

In front of Lu Fan's eyes, the system promptly popped up.

"Mission... is there new progress?"

Lu Fanmei Yu couldn't help but he couldn't help but breathe out after reading it.

This result surprised him a little.

He thought that it was to create a transcendental force that overwhelmed the entire family of hundreds of children in order to have a disposable attribute reward. Unexpectedly, there was also a distinction in this task.

After all, with Lufan's current level of gas refining, it is a long-term and arduous process to create a force that truly surpasses all schools of thought.

What really brightened Lu Fan's eyes was the system's prompt.

If you really make "Bai Yujing" a transcendental force, you can actually get 1,000 disposable attribute points and 1,000 disposable attribute points, which is 10,000 auras!

In other words, if he can get these attribute points, he can at least step into the three layers of gas refining.

However, Lu Fan quickly frowned.

Because, in such a contrast, he suddenly found that refining gas... so difficult!

1 Soul strength attribute can only be exchanged for 10 rays of aura.

In other words, the 1000 attribute points can only let him step into the three layers of gas refining...

And if you want to refine 100 layers of gas, how many attribute points do you get?

He felt that he might be crazy.

Therefore, Lu Fan also understands that relying solely on attribute points to improve the level of gas refining is absolutely not feasible.

There are definitely other ways to improve the level of gas refining.

For example, the evangelist Taichung nurtures practitioners and contributes to the spiritual energy they cultivate and so on.

This is just one method, there may be other methods, but he has not encountered.

You can even try to make your own gas.

Take back your mind.

far away.

Ning Zhao dragged the figure and walked over.

Her breath was a little up and down, with a faint glow on her face.

"Young Master, the slave-maid has arranged for "Bai Yujing", and rushed from Huxin Island to help him. On the way, he encountered this escaped swordsman swordsman..."

Lu Fan's eyes fell on the swordsman with a swollen nose and blue face.

The corner of the mouth couldn't help.

Nie Changqing beside Lu Fan was also speechless.

They recognized it now, this swordsman... isn't it the sword master who didn't escape under their eyes twice?

The sword masters did not participate in the war, and ran every time they met them.

Both Lu Fan and Nie Changqing were too lazy to ignore it.

I thought this guy had left Beiluo City and was flying away.

totally unexpected……

This man was actually caught by Ning Zhao.

This is too bad, right?

Under that swollen face, it seemed as if with deep suspicion of life.

"well done……"

Lu Fan was also a little crying and laughing, but thanks to Ning Zhao, perhaps, because she captured the sword master, she decided to complete the branch task in advance.

"This swordsman's sword box contains four swords, but it is the Master of Six Rings... how can you win?"

Beside Lu Fan, Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife and wondered.

Ning Changqing knows Ning Zhao's strength.

Although there are two wisps of aura in his body, he is still alive...

Lu Fan's face also showed curiosity.

Ning Zhaoxiu raised his hand lightly, took the green silk from his forehead, and rubbed his lips lightly, laughing.

"In the beginning, the slave-servant was indeed not the swordsman's opponent, and the danger seemed to be alive, but... at the time of life and death, the slave-servant's heart was like a mirror, but he accidentally realized... spirit pressure."

"When the spirit was overwhelmed, the sword master had no intention of fighting, and he wanted to escape, and the slave-maid seized the opportunity...he beat his nose and swollen his face, and captured it."

Spiritual pressure?

Nie Changqing was stunned.

Lu Fan's eyes lit up, looking at Ning Zhao with a little pride on his face, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"Come, let your son feel your spiritual pressure."

Lu Fan gently palmed, said.

"Well."

Ning Zhao threw down the swordsman Jing Yue, who had a swollen nose and blue face, and the spirit in Qi Dan mobilized.

"Son...offended."

The green silk fluttered, the white skirt limped.

boom!

At the next moment, there was a sense of oppression between the intertwined spirits, which pressed against Lu Fan.

The ground was dusty, Lu Fan's white robe fluttered, and her hair was blown.

Yi Yue's face instantly turned pale, and she felt like her chest was being crushed by a boulder. She couldn't breathe, and her slender legs shook slightly.

Ni Yu is okay. She carrying the spirit pressure chessboard, facing the pressure, such as Mu Chunfeng, is not affected at all.

"It's not bad. Weakness is weaker. At least getting started with Spiritual Pressure. Sister Ning, the blood-moving technique you learned is also the blood-moving technique of your father, right?"

Lu Fan chuckled.

Ning Zhao did comprehend the spiritual pressure, but the spiritual pressure formed by the two plumes of qi can't be compared with Lu Fan's.

However, in battle, it can be a weapon to win.

Jing Yue's swollen face is the best proof.

"Yes."

Ning Zhaoqi returned to Dantian, her face slightly ruddy, and she bowed.

"Tomorrow, when you come to find your son, I will practice the Dharma, supplemented by the Dharma Dharma, and the power of spiritual pressure can be improved to a higher level."

Lu Fandao.

"Thank you son."

Ning Zhao pretty smiled.

Lu Fan didn't say anything, his eyes moved sideways, and landed on Jingyue who had climbed from the ground and was about to sneak away.

In Qidan, fifty strands of aura are interlaced.

boom!

Turned over, wanting Jingyue running like a cunning rabbit.

Suddenly, the five bodies were thrown into the ground, the cheeks and the ground collided intimately, the bridge of the nose was almost crooked, and the blood splashed out...

That's horrible.

Jing Yue had an urge to cry...

He spent so long, and the only time he shot, he planted it.

He just wanted to live... Is it so difficult?

Is the outside world so dangerous?!

"Still running?"

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, and lightly touched the thin wool blanket covering the thighs with one hand.

He dissipated the spiritual pressure.

Jing Yue rustled up from the ground.

Ning Zhao had already come behind Lu Fan, and put his hand on the handle of the wheelchair. Yi Yue retreated to the side, with a lingering fear on his face.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife and looked at Jing Yue indifferently.

The moon is getting cooler.

Jing Yue wiped his nose and looked at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair and was running like a jade.

He knew that now there are only two options.

Die, or drop.

As one of the seven swordsmen, how can he choose to surrender?That was an insult to Kendo, it was a trample on his own sword heart.

Click!

Later, Jing Yue's legs softened and she knelt.

Without a little hesitation, he knelt in front of Lu Fan.

"I... I surrendered and won't run away."

Lu Fan was a little stunned, didn't he say that swordsmen and the like were all strong-minded people who would rather die than die?

This guy... is known as the Sword Master, why is there no integrity?

However, the other party's move made Lu Fan's expression gradually meaningful.

Although Jing Yue's swollen nose and blue face were very embarrassed, she was very stylish when she was aware of current affairs.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair and just looked at Jing Yue lightly.

The other person's body was shaking, and his face became paler.

After a long time.

Lu Fancai tapped the thin wool blanket with his fingers and spoke indifferently.

"Can surrender."

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

...

Beiluocheng under the night, like a lion standing on the flat ground.

The sound of horseshoe trample exploded.

Three hundred iron rides back from the plains.

Lu Changkong pulled the whip vigorously, the horse hissed, and the horse rushed to the front.

The remaining defensive troops scattered in the city wall saw Lu Changkong who returned from flying, and were immediately excited to summon.

The heavy city gate was pulled up by the bolt, and the door panel opened wide to both sides.

Lu Changkong froze his face and looked at the scattered defenders on the city wall, clenching his teeth.

There were so few defenders, something happened in the city.

He drove into the city of Beiluo with three hundred iron rides, and the swaying national division car pulled by five horses.

As soon as he entered the city, he smelled the killing and blood in the air.

Lu Changkong's heart...

Suddenly sank.