Building The Ultimate Fantasy

After a game of chess, Lu Fan leaned on the Qianren chair, breathing slightly.

The second game of "Yi Tian Shi", the wind and rain game, is more difficult than the mountain and river game, mainly due to the implication of the chess game. The implication of tempering soul strength makes Lu Fan very tired.

However, there is no doubt that the effect is good.

Although it took half a day to play the next game, Lu Fan's soul strength was strengthened a little bit. With the help of the exercises, Reiki also breeds a lot.

Today, Lufan has three layers of gas refining. If you want to break through to the fourth layer of gas refining, you need a full 9,000 strands of Aura to reach the upper limit of 10,000 strands of reserves, and then advance to the fourth layer of gas refining.

The difficulty is huge, but Lu Fan is not without opportunities.

He has another task that he has never completed.

Let Bai Yujing become a transcendental force, once completed, you can get a reward of 1,000 disposable attributes.

With these 1,000 points, there is no doubt that Lu Fan's strength can achieve a qualitative leap and leap.

It can even step into the four layers of gas refining in an instant.

Stretching a lazy waist, he controlled the Qianblade chair to move forward slowly, out of the pavilion, and came to the terrace.

The wind after a heavy rain, with a sense of moisture, pave the surface, filled with leisure.

The scarlet carved wooden fence was soaked in rain, and there were crystal beads hanging.

Lu Fan's palm gently brushed over the wooden fence, and the water on it suddenly evaporated.

under.

Lu Mudui and Lu Dongxuan's words were also heard by him.

"The three sons come to Beiluo?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

Dao Zong Xie Yunling, the sword sent east China, the official family lost the feathers, and the sons of the three major forces of the hundred schools, once led the existence of an era.

Fingers lightly touched on the wooden bar.

Lu Fan suddenly seemed to understand something.

He leaned on the wheelchair, looking forward to it.

"Will you not regret yourself before the end of an era?"

"Since that is the case, then you are all done."

Lu Fan's voice lingered on the second floor of the terrace.

His Excellency Baiyu Jinglou.

Lu Mu, who was making tea, moved his throat, and Lu Dongxuan's words shocked him.

Suddenly, Lu Mu understood that, it turns out...Unconsciously, Bai Yujing has grown to such a level that the era of the hundreds of schools of all the children should come to an end.

Lu Muxiang still remembers the picture of Lu Fan being pointed by the Confucian scholars in Beiluo City.

And in a blink of an eye, Lord Lu Shao, who was referred to by Qianfu, has become an unfathomable synonym, belonging to the era of Bai Yujing... Soon it will really come.

"Mu right, spread the news to let everyone in the world know the news, these old guys should let the world know again."

Lu Dongxuan said with emotion.

In the past, each of them was a loud character.

Nowadays, the children of the various families may be amazed, but who can say the names Xie Yunling and East China Liu?

"Well."

Lv Mu stood up and grabbed the bamboo stick to leave.

He wrote a message with a pen, and stuffed it into the legs of Tianji pigeons. After flying, he left a white feather with wings.

Emperor jing.

Teahouse in the alley.

The beautiful woman Qianqin received the white dove. She took the message off the white dove's foot and glanced at it, her eyes narrowed slightly.

She solemnly folded the stationery and set foot on the top floor of the pavilion.

He wrote a message, flew out, and spread the world.

Tianji pigeon station, one pass two, two pass three...

Soon, this news was received everywhere in Dazhou.

Whether it is a martial art or a temple, there is a slight uproar, and many people seem to anticipate something unusual.

The three sons went to Beiluo with a sense of decisiveness.

A little bit of sunset, meaning the last fight against fate.

Many martial arts people got the news, and some hundred disciples, all leaving in silence, rushed to Beiluo to see an event.

...

West County, within the account.

The overlord got the news, his eyes flickered slightly.

"The moth puts out the fire."

Xiang Shaoyun sighed.

As soon as the hand was rubbed, the secret letter in his hand was rubbed into ashes.

"Even if you add Mobeike and Confucius, you can't win..."

"The era of the hundred schools of thought has ended."

Xiang Shaoyun shook his head with emotion.

He stood up, outside the account, the moonlight was cold, he walked slowly towards Yuehua, and came to the edge of the big rock in Dongyan River.

Looking at the surging river water and white foam in the Dongyan River, the east disappeared, and the waves washed away the heroes.

Xiang Shaoyun looked at the river and clenched his fists.

He wants to become stronger.

If he does not become stronger, one day, he will end as weak as a hundred sons.

...

Emperor jing.

Inside the imperial chamber.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the secret letter in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Master Beiluolu...the world's first practice force, Bai Yujing."

Tang Xiansheng spit out one word after another.

"It's such a disturbing force."

He looked at Tang Yimo leaning out of the door and slowly said, "Yi Mo."

Tang Yimo pushed in.

"I wanted to go to Bai Yujing tomorrow, but once my father left Dijing, I was afraid that he would be assassinated by all kinds."

"You are a practitioner, you will go to Beiluo City instead of your father tomorrow, and see this showdown that shocked the world."

Tang Xiansheng said with a gentle smile.

Tang Yimo frowned.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, Tang Yimo did not refuse, and finally nodded, saying, "Okay."

After that, there was no sound and disappeared into the night.

Tang Xiansheng looked at Tang Yimo's disappearing figure.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

...

The next day.

The sky is still a bit gloomy.

The heavy rain seemed to be gestating in the clouds, and the depression was breathless.

Seen from a distance, the black clouds crush the city.

The plain outside Beiluo.

Three carriages came slowly, raising the dust, and the sound of horseshoes tore the morning silence.

The three drivers were a little nervous, and inexplicably suppressed their breath, making them breathless.

The carriage stopped on the plain five miles from Beiluo City.

The curtain opened, and three people cast their eyes in the carriage.

"Bellow..."

Xie Yun was inspired.

After that, he walked out of the carriage and stepped on the sand.

With a sword on his back, Huadong Liu also walked out of the carriage, standing by the male and female losers.

The three old men are old and their faces are full of years.

With free and easy, decisiveness and anticipation, they got off the bus at Wuli of Beiluo City and walked to Beiluo City on foot.

Above the city walls of Beiluo.

Lu Changkong, wearing armor, looked directly at the three old men who walked slowly in the gloomy sky under the city wall.

Luo Yue and Luo Cheng stand beside him.

Luo Cheng's face was a little shocked.

"This is the sons of the Taoist Sect, the Sword School, and the organists?"

Lu Changkong nodded slightly.

"Why are they going to Beiluo like this? Young Master... not what they can contend with!"

Luo Yue couldn't help frowning.

"They are strong, but they are also humans, and the young master who has won the fairy tale has already belonged to non-humans..."

Lu Changkong took the hand and shook his head: "They just don't want to obscure an era by obscurity. They are telling the world in their own way that they have also stood at the top."

Luo Cheng and Luo Yue suddenly fell silent.

They understand what an era in Lu Changkong's mouth means.

The three gentlemen represent the era of the hundred schools of thought.

And Lu Fan, representing the era of Bai Yujing.

From the time when the Tianji family returned to Bai Yujing, these hundred schools of thoughts felt in their hearts. Sooner or later, Bai Yujing would overtake them.

"Open the city gate."

Lu Changkong.

His eyes flickered. He was a farmer. Although the farmhouses of hundreds of families have long been lonely, comparable to forces such as Daozong, Jianpai, etc..., after all, they were once part of a splendid collision.

Crunch, crunch...

A heavy, dull and mellow opening.

Xie Yunling, Huadong Liu and Gongshuyu looked up at the tower and saw Lu Changkong with a smile.

Lu Changkong stood above the city pool and nodded slightly towards the three.

"Come on..."

"Unfortunately, only three of us guys today, if we can gather all the others, it will be considered lively."

Xie Yunling said.

Mobei did not enter Beiluo, Kong Xiu closed the attic, and Wei Luan had already fallen.

Among the hundreds of families... few can really walk with them to Beiluo.

Looking back at this time, it was discovered that the people who had traveled together had disappeared in the long course of time.

The three figures stepped into Beiluo City with dull dark clouds.

As the three figures disappeared.

The gate of Beiluo City was closed slowly.

Boom!

It seemed to be closed for years.

Outside North Los Angeles.

From left to right, horse-drawn carriages came by each other, raised smoke, and stopped ten miles outside of Beiluo City.

Mo Beike looked at the closed gate, and his heavy bags shook slightly.

There was also a slight tremor while carrying the hand.

Moju leaned on the carriage and lunar towel.

the other side.

Inside the carriage, the state teacher Kong Xiu lay in it, looking at the gloomy sky, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Mo Tianyu carried a wine gourd and poured wine into his mouth.

Inside North Los Angeles.

The long street was cleaned quite cleanly, and pedestrians on both sides were scarce. The three old men entered Beiluo City, stepped on the bluestone, and went to Beiluo Lake step by step.

The tea houses and restaurants on both sides of the long street are full of people.

Tang Yimo was sitting by the restaurant by the window, drinking, looking at the three old men walking under him, his eyes flashing.

He settled the bill and went down to the restaurant, far behind the old man.

Beiluo Lake is not far away.

Xie Yunling and the three arrived quickly.

Looking at Beiluo Lake shrouded in heavy fog, Xie Yunling, Huadongliu and Gongshuyu felt inexplicably felt a pressure and relief.

"Are you afraid?"

Xie Yunling turned his head, glanced at the East China Stream with a straight waist, and laughed.

"Afraid? When I was in the name of Juggernaut, Lu Ping was not born yet."

East China snorted.

"Be quiet, you have never heard of Lu Ping's temper."

Gong Shuyu glanced at Huadong Liu, and his hoarse voice sounded.

When the three of them argued.

In Beiluo Lake, there was a flat boat swaying swaying.

The lake water rippled and separated like a curtain that opened on both sides.

An old man in white with a big golden chain around his neck sat on the lonely boat with a smile on his face.

"It's Lu Dongxuan's old thing."

"This guy's dog nose is the smartest. I'm afraid that Bai Yujing's strength has been known for a long time, so he turned to Bai Yujing."

Xie Yunling and East China Liu couldn't help but say.

Lu Dongxuan stood up from the ship.

Holding his hand, he nodded slightly towards the three.

Xie Yunling laughed.

Taking a step, the blood roared, spotted on the surface of the lake, and a circle of ripples appeared.

Jiansheng Huadongliu glanced at Xie Yunling's movements, sneering.

The sword in his hand was suddenly thrown out, and the body also exerted light skills.

As for the male loser, he jumped into the lake, and the shoes under his feet changed, pushing his body towards the lake.

The three men made their way to the flat boat.

The boat began to rumble away, and went to the lake.

The dense fog soon engulfed their figures.

Tang Yimo stood by the lake, the blood in his body fell silent, and the spirit in Qidan seemed to freeze.

It seemed as if there was a horrible presence in that lake that throbbed him.

"Beluo... Master Lu!"

It was not the first time Tang Yimo heard the name, but it was the first time he felt the horror brought by the name.

The cloud that has accumulated for a long time can't hold it at last.

There are raindrops like a curtain, falling from the sky, the water and the sky make the whole lake surface waves.

On the lonely boat.

The four old men did not cover the rain and sat in a lonely boat, silently.

The more you ripple into the lake, the more you can feel the oppression that exists between heaven and earth.

Finally, Lonely Boat stopped moving.

The dense fog broke open.

With the rain covering the sky, they finally saw the island.

I saw the lake heart island like a fairy island.

There is a pavilion on the island, a terrace on the pavilion, and a teenager in white is sitting in a silver wheelchair, supporting the chin with one hand and dropping the chessboard with the other.

The maidservant held an umbrella and the son played chess.

Like a splendid picture.