Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Yuehua projected through the vermilion carved wooden windows on the rice paper spreading on the desk, reflecting the shining glory.

The wooden bed curtain fell.

Faintly, Lu Fanpan sat on it.

When the mind moved, the system panel mobilized.

Host: Lu Fan

Title: Gas Refiner (Permanent)

Number of gas refining layers: 2 (3 layer progress: 100/1000 strands)

Soul Strength: 11 (Exchangeable: 2)

Physical strength: 1 (Exchangeable: 1)

Reiki: 92 strands

Renovation reward: "Chuangxuan Refining Qi"

World rating: Five Phoenix ContinentLow Wu

Permissions: [Task], [Missionary Desk], [Aura Drop]

Branch authority: [Wanfa Oven (LV1)]

Spirit Tool: Spiritual Pressure Chessboard (Xuan Order Lower Grade)

Disposable attribute points: 10

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth slightly picked up, and the entry of 10 attribute points was an unexpected joy, which made him quite satisfied.

After touching the chin, after thinking and analyzing half a ring.

Lu Fan divided 10 attribute points.

9 points for soul strength, 1 point for body.

And Lu Fan's soul strength has officially entered 20 points, and the remaining soul strength is 11 points.

boom!

With the completion of attribute point control.

Lu Fan suddenly felt his soul was baptized again.

It feels like the initiation of Daigo, making his eyes bright and bright in the dark.

Soul strength, each time crossing 10 points, there will be a clear sense of improvement.

Lu Fan felt his five senses and six consciousnesses became clearer, and it seemed that the blood flow in the body could be clearly detected.

The ability to control objects is stronger, which could only control the direction of rotation of the wheelchair. Now, I am afraid that it can control the wheelchair to travel without rush.

This is ascension.

Lu Fan's heart moved slightly, perhaps, as the strength of the soul increased, afterwards, it might reach the level of consciousness called by the Immortals.

A ray of consciousness spans thousands of miles, and everything in the world is in mind.

Withdrawing his mind, Lu Fan depressed his emotions.

He was not stunned by joy. To make the Low-Wu Continent a fantasy world, it is not enough for him to become stronger.

The mind moved and landed on the column of the preaching platform.

Just as Lu Fan was about to sink his mind into the preaching platform, Lu Fanmei slightly picked.

Looking up at the scarlet carved wooden window.

Lufu on the roof.

One person, carrying a wine gourd, stepping on bricks and tiles, is as light as a yan, and comes dashing.

The Confucian shirt fluttered, bare-chested, his head radiated, and he went wild in the wind.

Who is this guy...?

Lu Fan was puzzled.

He opened a killing ring in Beiluo City, and the killers were panicked.

There are people who dare to break into Lufu late at night.

Is it a daring artist, or... not afraid of death?

...

Ning Zhao stood up from the roof, his white skirt fluttered and his eyes were picturesque.

In her hand, a cicada-winged sword was drawn. The sword's body was almost transparent, and under Yuehua, it shimmered like an ice crystal.

"Who are you?"

"It was a death sentence to enter Lufu late at night."

Ning Zhao's long hair falling from the waist was scattered in the wind, and the cold words lingered in the night.

In the other courtyard.

Jing Yue put his fingers together and wiped them on the Huanglimu sword box. A sword suddenly burst out of his sheath and was held in his hand.

This is his first show after becoming a slave to Lu Fan. Although helpless, but...

In order to give Lu Fan a good impression, he had to sell a little bit for his first show.

Above the eaves, Mo Tianyu's bright moon plate over his head, stepping on the blue tiles, came dashing, but did not make a sound, this light merit is excellent.

"The madman Jiang Shan stroked his strokes, and the copper hexagram laughed at Tianjiao!"

"Confucianist... Mo Tianyu!"

As one of the Seven Swordsmen of Jingpai, Jingyue has extraordinary vision. He recognized the motian language of this disheveled hair, holding a gourd, with his chest open, and a wine gourd in hand.

The name of the gatekeeper of the Guoshishuge, the first apprentice of Confucianism, is still quite famous among the hundreds of schools.

On the roof.

Mo Tianyu drank a sip of wine, the liquor swelled, and the light laughter fluttered away.

"Girl, visiting in the middle of the night, it is abrupt, but, under the orders of the master of the country, to visit your son, I hope you see him."

Ning Zhao's eyes narrowed and his coldness flashed.

"Your name is trespassing, not visiting..."

"Retreat, or... die."

Ning Zhao's cold words were not loud, and she seemed to be afraid of waking Lu Fan, so she lowered her voice.

Mo Tianyu drank his mouth and continued to laugh again.

"I counted two hexagrams. When it came to your son, I made mistakes. In order to find out the reason, today, I will count on a hexagram in front of your son."

Mo Tianyu stepped on the green tile, and his Confucian shirt fluttered.

The tone was arrogant and fearless.

Ning Zhaodai frowned slightly.

Underneath, Jing Yue's double fingers shot continuously on the yellow pear wood sword box in the back.

The remaining three swords are also popped.

"It is said that Mo Tianyu, the first Confucianist apprentice, is known as a madman. He refuses to accept the heavens and the earth, except for the Confucian Confucian master, who refuses to accept anybody. Seeing today... Sure enough, the name is well-deserved and arrogant."

Jingyue Road.

As the words fell, his body suddenly turned, his legs backed, and he kicked on the hilt of the three long swords that had popped out of the yellow pear wood sword box.

Suddenly, three swords burst straight out.

Sword faction, flying sword technique.

"I said how the sword faction failed, it turned out that you are such a rebellious."

Mo Tianyu radiating his hair, holding the gourd, glanced at Jing Yue with disdain.

Take a sip of wine.

The wind spurted.

Liquor spilled, as if turned into a mist of wine, under Yuehua, as if a dragon was born.

Hitting with three flying swords, every drop of liquor contains great power.

Jingyue's sword was suddenly beaten weakly and fell to the roof.

"Different trails, boring."

Mo Tianyu laughed lightly.

In the small courtyard, Jing Yue shook his face, and he was indeed a ruthless man, a Confucian first-person... really not comparable to him.

At this moment, Jing Yue's heart burst into an impulse to run away.

but……

Jing Yue suddenly felt a little sad, because he found that his identity now does not allow him to turn around and run freely.

The days before can never go back.

However, he thought of Lu Fan's unpredictable power.

Suddenly, my heart was full of energy, waving a sword, and those who walked over the wall would have to rush to kill.

On the roof.

Mo Tianyu smashed a brick with one foot and fell down from the roof.

The tip of the toe touched the sword blade that Jing Yue stabbed, and Jing Yue, who was actually pressed, fell down, accompanied by the laughter of Mo Tianyu, haunting the night in the small courtyard.

Above his head, there was a circle of airflow gathering, as if Changhong was surging.

Confucianism...awesome!

Boom!

Mo Tianyu's eloquent words are like falling gold.

Jing Yue felt only deaf, and the sword in his hand was unsteady.

puff!

Jingyue sprayed bloody mist in his mouth, his body flew, hit the ground, and continued to retreat.

Every step on the ground cracked.

"Swords sent seven heroes together, it's almost the same. With you... it's still far away."

Small courtyard ground.

Mo Tianyu landed leisurely, lifted the wine gourd, and poured his sip on his head. The liquor dripped down his chin on the shirt, and the sound of laughter haunted.

On the roof.

Ning Zhao raised the cicada wings sword, looked at Mo Tianyu's eyes, quite dignified.

The one Mo Tianyu in front of one eye is enough to overwhelm hundreds of Confucian students on Beiluo Lake!

If she teamed up with Nie Changqing, she might have a battle with Mo Tianyu.

However, Nie Changqing didn't know why tonight, and such movements never appeared.

suddenly.

Ning Zhao frowned slowly.

She looked at Lu Fan's house.

There, the tightly closed vermillion carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open by a violent force, and a "bang" burst.

In the house, there was a voice of indifference, which came out long.

"Who taught you to disturb my son's dream in the middle of the night..."

Lu Fan's words floated out of the house.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the dark room.

Mo Tianyu stood on the spot, his Confucian shirt began to hunt, his head was spread out, and he was flying constantly.

"Lord Master Lu, under the command of the Xia Nai Kingdom, Mo Tianyu, the first Confucianist, the Master sent me to bring you to Beijing."

"Also, it is extremely accurate in the divination, but it is planted twice on Master Lu Shao..."

"Thus, I want to count a hexagram for Master Lu Shao for free."

Mo Tianyu pinched the wine gourd and squinted.

He was in Dijing and he had the name of Mo Maniac, and the art master was bold. He had never been afraid of anyone. The heavy ministers who were higher than Lu Changkong's official positions had been kicked by him, even pointing at his nose.

Today he went to the door and was already kind to Lu Fan.

However, his words just fell.

Inside, there was laughter.

"This is the reason why you disturb my dreams in the middle of the night?"

"Will you fortune-telling yourself in my small courtyard?"

"My life, you deserve it?"

Lu Fan's indifferent words came from the house.

Every word said is accompanied by a crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the board.

Three words and three sons...

In the other courtyard, the spiritual pressure suddenly rose.

and……

Inside the house, the scream of the wind, a huge translucent palm formed by the light blue airflow, five fingers spread out, the middle finger overlaps the index finger, and it looks like a drop.

Facing Mo Tianyu's head, he ordered it.

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