Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"Li Sansui (identity: Taoist disciple) entered the missionary."

"Mo Ju (identity: Confucianist disciple) entered the missionary."

"Sima Qingshan (identity: poor painter in Nanjin City) entered the missionary."

...

Lines of prompt text scrolled in front of Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan, accustomed to it, looked calmly.

[Missionary Channel] Since the last time the newcomer was drawn, there has been no movement for a long time. Now, after he broke through to the third level of Qi training, he started to pull in the newcomer again.

This made Lu Fan couldn't help guessing. Perhaps, if he refined his gas and advanced, maybe there would be a pull from the newcomer?

Of course, this is Lu Fan's guess, and all this is probably just a coincidence.

Of these three names, two Lu Fan are no strangers.

"Li Sansui, Dao Zong's little aunt?"

"Mo Ju... Hmm? Confucian disciple? This guy... is not the Mo family, how did Tantai Xuan's strategist become a Confucian disciple?"

Lu Fan first looked at the first two names. Li Sansui had some impressions. He didn't expect that this time the preacher actually pulled her in.

Li Sansui has already obtained the immortality, and the cultivation base is not weak.

It will be pulled by the missionary, which is quite unexpected from Lu Fan.

However, what makes Lu Fan unexpected is... Mo Ju's identity.

"Confucian disciple... This guy is not honest."

Lu Fan thought.

Mo Ju is a strategist of Dan Taixuan, who came from the Mo School and turned out to be a Confucian disciple...

Lu Fan didn’t think that [Missionary Hall] would have the wrong mark, that is to say, Mo Ju had a high probability... It was a dark chess set by the national teacher in Emperor Jingzhong?

Smiling, Lu Fan didn't think about it anymore.

The mind entered the [Ecclesiastes].

There are three blurry figures slowly condensing in the center of the missionary in the Reiki scrolling room, and the face cannot be seen clearly.

Li Sansui frowned. She looked down at her blurry figure. This is obviously not the real body, but the feeling is exactly the same as the real body.

There were two others beside him. One looked like a scholar, with one hand behind his back, and one hand gently lifted over the front of his lower abdomen.

On the other side, there was another person who showed fear, and squatted on the ground when he came in.

"This is where?"

Li Sansui is curious.

Inside the Longmen secret area?

Not like this, such a rich aura, can not be compared with the Dragon Gate Mystery.

In the center of the space, there is a gossip array suspended, on which the air of converges and stacks, and soon, a figure of immortal wind bones condenses.

Sitting in the center of the array, the spirit is lingering, and the dust comes out.

"A newcomer is coming..."

Lu Fan said lightly.

His voice haunted the entire missionary space, making Li Sansui and Mo Ju a little shocked. The poor painter called Sima Qingshan was terrified.

Every time the missionary is opened, it seems that there will always be something weird.

This time it was pretty good.

However, if this person is Sima Qingshan, the painter is the painter. Why should I add a poor person?

Lu Fan said a little bit about the introduction.

"This is the secret realm of evangelism. You can all get the fairy dew and rain and dew. Please remember, Mo Yao should disclose each other's identity, so as not to cause heaven to bite back and fall to the Nine Nether Purgatory forever."

The opening remarks of the formula, Lu Fan said quite proficient.

However, the effect is very good as always.

Li Sansui, Mo Ju heard this and commotion.

Sima Qingyi's scared face paled and immediately knelt down on the floor, kowtowing toward Lu Fan who was sitting on the gossip array platform.

"Fairy, let me go, I'm just a poor painter, I have no money, I have nothing, let me go!"

Li Sansui didn't pay much attention to Sima Qingshan's move.

Sima Qingshan's reaction is what normal people should have.

Mo Ju is curious.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Fan sitting on Sendai.

Compared with the white blue bird's conscious group, this group of fairies are very arrogant.

Li Sansui himself has the practice of practicing practitioners, so Yi Ran looks at Lu Fan without fear.

Mo Ju was also curious.

Lu Fan smiled lightly.

Gently brush your sleeves.

boom!

Within the missionary, the pressure of terror suddenly erupted.

Mo Ju and Li Sansui couldn't help but knelt down on the ground, hitting his knees, and the spirit in the evangelistic platform burst into waves.

Behind Lu Fan, there are the Sendai Pavilion, the Feiliu Waterfall, the Five-claw Flying Dragon and so on.

Being able to enter the missionary is their fairy tale.

Lu Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Continue to brush your sleeves.

The runes jumped around the body quickly, turning into thousands and thousands, as if they had constructed a misty and gorgeous world.

Li Sansui knelt down on the ground and raised her head. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

However, nothing has been said yet.

A ray of white awns poured into her eyebrows, making her feel like she was about to explode.

"Go."

Lu Fan said lightly.

Li Sansui's body exploded and disappeared.

Sight on Mo Ju, Confucian disciple?

Lu Fan also constructed a practice method based on runes, specializing in noble morality, and passed it on to Mo Mo.

Mo Mo sensed the chapter emerging from his mind, and his complexion suddenly became strange.

He opened his mouth, but Lu Fan did not wait for him to answer, so he waved him away.

Finally, in the missionary, only the Sima T-shirt knelt down on the ground and scared almost to cry.

"Everyone who can enter this place can ask for an immortal fate. What immortality do you ask for?"

Lu Fan spoke, her voice was ethereal, haunting in the pavilion of Sendai Pavilion.

Sima Qing shirt shivered.

But he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

The missionary suddenly became quiet.

Lu Fan was speechless.

After that, he didn't wait for Sima Qingyi to open his mouth, so he directly waved his hand and let Rune construct a practice method with a ray of aura.

After that, the body of Sima Qingshan was fragmented.

"Get the job done."

Lu Fan's mouth twitched, and his mind withdrew from the missionary.

The fragrance in the house rose.

Lu Fan opened his eyes and took a bronze wine glass. The wine in the glass was already cool, but Lu Fan didn't care and sipped it.

Outside, the heavy rain still keeps coming, and the torrential rain keeps on.

The sky was gray, as if smeared with light ink.

He took out the pressure board again.

The black and white sets of chess boxes are arranged, and Lu Fan holds white pieces and gently rubs.

"There are nine games in the chess game "Yi Tian Shi". I have placed the game in the Shanhe Bureau. Now that I have reached the 3rd level of gas refining, maybe I can try a new game."

Lu Fanchi murmured.

Afterwards, the slender palm lightly flicked on the spotless pressure board.

Bai Zi fell.

"The second game of "Yi Tian Shi", the Wind and Rain Bureau."

In a leisurely pavilion.

Lu Fanduan sat in a wheelchair and placed a pressure chessboard in front of him. He kept falling.

Lu Fan's eyes flashed with amazement and concentrated.

Lu Fan's chess skills are not weak after passing the mountain and river bureau. Today, Lu Fan is even more amazed by the storm.

And between the children, Lu Fan's soul strength began to condense.

...

Daozong, inside the small bamboo building.

Li Sansui opened his eyes.

The wind in the bamboo forest is a little cold, and the sunlight passes through the bamboo leaves, but it can't dispel the chill.

"Xianyuan..."

"this is……"

Li Sansui was a little surprised, and her ruddy little mouth opened slightly, as if she saw something incredible.

She stood up and paced in the bamboo building.

What Lu Fan passed on to her was not a method of cultivating immortals, but rather...a kind of peculiar Taoism.

Li Sansui had a battle with Nie Changqing. That battle allowed Lu Fan to see Li Sansui's talent. She seemed to have a natural sensitivity to Taoism.

Actually based on the Dragon Gate, involving thick clouds as Yunlong.

Therefore, Lu Fan passed on the practice of Li Sansui's Taoism, and Lu Fan himself was too lazy to study Taoism. He could only give Li Sansui an opening to let her study well.

Li Sansui walked out of the bamboo building.

In the bamboo forest, the fallen leaves fall and pile up constantly, exuding a musty smell.

Li Sansui has thousands of thoughts in his mind.

She looked like a child who discovered a new toy, her face full of surprises.

She raised her hand and pinched each of them.

"Dry seal."

Li Sansui took it lightly, and the aura in Qidan flowed rapidly.

The bamboo leaves on the ground flew up and rolled continuously in the air, and soon they were stacked into a small bamboo leaf man.

With the intention of Li Sansui, the bamboo leaves people can actually practice martial arts and be able to attack, although they are still not very skilled, after all, Li Sansui is the first time to master.

"Dao Law, this is Dao Law..."

Li Sansui was pleasantly surprised.

Opposite the bamboo building, the door opened.

Xie Yunling seems to be much older.

He saw Li Sansui squeezing the printing tactics, bamboo leaves piled into armor, and the armor turned into a man, but he could punch his fist and practice martial arts.

Xie Yunling was startled.

"Sovereign."

Seeing Xie Yunling, Li Sansui accepted Taoism, and the bamboo leaves suddenly collapsed into floating leaves, withered and powerless.

"Xian Fa?"

Xie Yunling coughed and asked.

Li Sansui was stunned and nodded: "Occasionally inherited from the immortals, this is called... Taoism."

Taoism...

Xie Yunling smiled and looked at Li Sansui's eyes kindly.

"Three years old."

Xie Yunling, said.

"Call me Mochou." Li Sansui was cold.

Xie Yunling stayed for a while, "Okay, three years old."

"The old one is going to go out once. If he can't come back, the next son of Daozong is you."

Li Sansui frowned, "Why is my next son, my brother?"

Xie Yunling waved his hand: "You are more suitable to be the master of Taoism than Sansi. Your brother went to the border town. His life is free and unrestrained. He is not suitable to be the master of Taoism."

Li Sansui pursed her lips, indeed, Li Sansi was not very reliable.

"Where are you going?"

Li Sansui asked.

Xie Yunling scrambled on his back, stepped on the soft stack of fallen leaves, and smiled.

"Bai Yujing has great ambitions."

"Old is going to see if he has the strength to carry this ambition."

Xie Yunling smiled deeply.

"So... where are you going?"

Li Sansui continued to ask with a blank expression, can he be straightforward?

Xie Yunling held his blood and glanced at Li Sansui.

"Find some old guys and go to Beiluo together."

Li Sansui's eyebrows picked up, combined with Xie Yunling's previous words of trust, he couldn't help saying: "Go to Beiluo? Are you going to die?"

Xie Yunling almost spit out blood.

He waved his hand and was too lazy to say anything to Li Sansui.

...

North county.

Within the military account.

The ink moment of the Lupin Lun scarf opened its eyes in a strange way.

"Xianyuan..."

"It is different from the Wolongling secret realm and the eight dragon gate secret realm... This fairy edge seems to be a direct biography of the fairy. The kings and young masters of North Luolu who suddenly obtained the fairy edge must be because of this way."

Mo Ju turned his thoughts and analyzed.

Fairy?

Beiluo Luan often talks about fighting with immortals, is this immortal fighting?

Mo Ju suddenly admired Lu Ping'an, and in that strange place, facing the fairy above, Mo Ju didn't even have the mind to resist.

Lu Ping'an was thinking about fighting immortals.

"But why...Is it true that me... Confucianism is awe-inspiring practice?"

"Sin...do you know everything?"