Building The Ultimate Fantasy

In the courtyard, it was very quiet, and the fallen leaves fluttered gently in the wind.

"Last year in this courtyard, the face of peach blossomed in red..."

Lu Fan looked at this beautiful picture, sitting in a wheelchair, could not help but lightly tap on the guards, seeming to laugh.

"Cough..."

Lu Fan's voice was not concealed, and everyone couldn't help but look weird.

Mo Tianyu's coughing sound came, with a trace of anger in his weakness: "Let... let me down!"

Jingyue carried Huanglimu sword box and landed in the courtyard, but he laughed freely.

"If you want me to let you down, you said earlier. If you don't tell me earlier, how do I know I want to let you down?"

"You guys, die to face and live to suffer, do you stand steadily now? The son let me hug you, do you think I hugged me?"

"You want me to let you down. Don't hug you so tightly."

Jing Yue chattered, said.

Mo Tianyu's face flushed for a while, which was annoying.

His chapped lips twitched and wanted to say something.

However, Jing Yue suddenly let go.

With a "slap", Mo Tianyu fell on the ground, and the one who fell was called...sturdy.

"Okay, Tianyu, apologize to Ping An, we should go back to Beijing."

The Master of the State held his hands in the sleeves of his wide robe and said.

On the ground, Mo Tianyu, who was half alive, stood up swaying, and he felt painful pain in every part of his body.

He didn't die, he thought he was going to die.

In the moment when Lu Fanling's repression was suppressed, the moment when he could not control his life, the moment he wandered between death.

Helplessness and fear destroyed his arrogance.

Mo Tianyu lowered his eyes, tremblingly raised his hands, his bloody hands folded, and bowed toward the landing.

"The sin of Heaven's Language is unforgivable. It depends on the Master, and asks... Master Lu Shao forgive.

Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, blood rushed into his throat, making him feel a bit bitter.

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and laid it on a thin wool blanket covering his legs.

When the wind blew, Lu Fan's black hair was blown, and his temples fluttered gently.

"Go back and study your skills with Confucius, and... don't just give people a gossip."

"Fortune-telling, you are really inappropriate."

Lu Fandao.

Mo Tianyu's body trembled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt a dagger in his heart.

"Thank you Master Lu for reminding."

Mo Tianyu body bowed again.

The Chinese teacher was surprised when he saw Mo Tianyu's appearance. Mo Tianyu, who was once proud and arrogant, could actually make such a low posture, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.

He seemed to recognize his disciple for the first time.

It seems that this time's loss is not a bad thing for Mo Tianyu.

The state teacher left.

With the wounded Mo Tianyu on a horse-drawn carriage, galloped out of Beiluocheng.

The National Teacher was quite satisfied with this trip to North Los Angeles.

Lu Fan's strength made him understand what a true God-giver is.

Of course, he also learned a new name from Lu Fan, practitioner.

The National Teacher has a hunch, perhaps, the world in the future... will be the world of practitioners.

However, this is also the opportunity for the big week to overturn.

The National Teacher was very at ease with Lu Fan. He did not see his ambitions in Lu Fan, or perhaps... a large Zhou Dynasty could not bear Lu Fan's ambitions.

Therefore, he was very satisfied with the trip.

The situation he was most worried about was that Lu Fan would covet the imperial power, and like the princes of the Thirteenth Road, gather troops and divide the week.

If this is the case, then that big week, maybe there is really no hope.

...

Beyond Beiluo, above the endless plain.

The sound of a horseshoe burst, and the sky was full of noise.

Five horse-drawn carriages, wobbled in the carriage.

The national teacher sat cross-legged, but Mo Tianyu was lying down for convalescence. He stared at the roof of the carriage, and didn't speak.

"Tianyu, do you have hatred in your heart?"

The teacher said slowly.

Mo Tianyu, looking at the roof of the carriage, looked a little dull.

"In the beginning it was very hateful, and hatred was in the bones, but...being buried in the middle of the year, the students did not have hatred, and they were even grateful."

Mo Tianyu's voice was hoarse, said.

The teacher's wrinkled face showed a surprise.

"Oh?"

"you've changed."

Mo Tianyu pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Wandering between life and death, people can always figure out a lot and realize a lot."

"At that time, my heart was higher than the sky. Except for the Master, no one in the world looked at it. Actually... it was a little ridiculous."

"Not to mention Master Luoluo and the hundreds of sons, Xiang Shaoyun, the overlord of the West County, and the drunk dragon city are not comparable to me. Even... Master Kong Nanfei has kept me out of reach. Think about your high spirits It's ridiculous to be proud."

Mo Tianyu said slowly.

In the carriage, the smile on the face of the master was more and more intense, raising his hand to support the long beard, and his face was warm.

"It's not too late for you to realize that."

"Listen to your words, you still have a division standard for the world's top heroes, can you tell the teacher?"

The teacher smiled.

The disciple can understand the exquisite heart, and he is naturally happy.

Mo Tianyu's eyes rolled, and he recovered a little, he struggled to sit up from the carriage.

"The disciple ranks in the disciple's heart once, not counted among the hundred schools."

"The leader, since he is the king of the West County, is born with divine power, is invincible in martial arts, and is a master of the martial arts.

"Second, the Mo family, Mo Shougui, the son of Mo Beike, go to the dross of the Hundred Schools, and the essence of the Hundred Schools.

"Third, Daozong first Li Sansi, riding a green cow, a wooden sword, breaking the Xirong cavalry of 2,000, and recovering the three cities of Bianguan."

Mo Tianyu exhaled and said.

The national teacher smiled and nodded.

"Of course, now..."

Mo Tianyu looked out of the window of the carriage and at the end of the plain, the vertical lonely smoke slowly said.

"Among the first three, there must be a safe place in North Luolu."

The National Teacher also looked out the window.

There is no denying Mo Tianyu's words.

It's just that he remembered that Luozi on the lake's heart island was like Lufan, who was surrounded by mountains and rivers.

He nudged his beard, but the smile on his face became more and more meaningful.

Just a place?

The carriage roared.

A round sunken red sun looks like a girl's shy red face, reflecting the crimson glow, pulling the carriage's figure on the plain for a long time.

...

The night is coming.

The bright moon hangs high above the sky dome and spreads its cold glory.

Beiluocheng, Lufu.

Lu Fan sits in a wheelchair, playing with the pearl hairpin in his hand, the moonlight shines, his face looks like jade, his lips are red and white, and he is like a fairy.

Ning Zhaohe and Yiyue stood behind Lu Fan.

In the distance, Ni Yu faced a grievance on the back of the chessboard. Under the guidance of Nie Changqing, he pierced the non-standard Ma Bu.

Jing Yue looked at Ni Yu with gloating.

In the small pond, the swimming fish flicked its tail, and the starting point rippled.

"Sister Ning, old Nie..."

Lu Fan spoke slowly.

Nie Changqing came over and spoke with Ning Zhao, "Master, what did you tell me."

"Wolongling Xianyuan Secret Realm, you should also know?"

Lu Fandao.

Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao tremble both physically and mentally.

"This is a great opportunity for you... If all the world's heroes gather in Wolongling, how sure are you to win the opportunity?"

Lu Fan played with white jade pieces slowly.

Nie Changqing groaned for a while, then bitterness and gloom flashed in his eyes.

"I'm not sure."

Nie Changqing said.

Ning Zhao is also somewhat helpless, because Nie Changqing is talking about facts.

"If the son is in love, I will surely be very sure, but I wait... compared to the world's heroes, it is still too weak."

"The overlord of the West County, Xiang Shaoyun can burst his grandmaster when he is six years old, and now he is attaining the status of grand master. How strong he is is still unknown, at least... Changqing is not an opponent even if he has a magic sword. ."

Ning Zhao was silent, and Nie Changqing was not an opponent, let alone her.

Even if she realized the spiritual pressure of the son, in the face of the absolute strength gap, her spiritual pressure had no effect at all.

"In addition to Xiang Shaoyun, there are Mo Family Mo Shougui, Daozong Li Sansi, Jianpai Ximen Xianzhi...If these people are all going, I have no chance to wait."

Nie Changqing said truthfully.

Moon Shadow is enough.

Lu Fan was in a wheelchair, and Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao couldn't see the look on his face.

It's just that Lu Fan suddenly didn't speak, but it made them feel a little worried.

For a long time, Lu Fan smiled.

"interesting."

After that, he raised his hand, and under the moonlight, Lu Fan's palm looked like glass.

Distantly point his finger towards Huxin Island.

Between the surge of mind and soul, the authority [Aura Put] was activated, and 100 rays of aura were put into the lake heart island across the air, so that the concentration of the aura of the lake heart island suddenly reached a level of 10,000 rays with a hundred-fold increase.

Nie Changqing and Ning Zhaoxin felt something, looking at the direction of Huxin Island in shock.

But I saw that in the night, like meteors descended from the sky, surrounding the lake heart island.

The aura in them is uncontrollable agitation.

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan chuckled and chuckled.

"Go, go to the heart island of the lake, before the Wolongling secret realm opens...at least give me the upgrade to Jiuduan Qidan realm."

"Dapeng rose in the same day, and it skyrocketed 90,000 miles."

"How can I lose my Bai Yujing disciples among the heroes of the world?"