Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Overcast clouds.

All the people on the island who had just felt the pressure of terror did not dare to say anything.

Lu Fanduan was sitting in a wheelchair, frowning slightly, looking at the sky dome, a ray of spiritual knowledge had already quietly stretched.

After accepting this world-level upgrade assessment, Lu Fan was ready to face a strong enemy. To be honest, since his debut, Lu Fan has not encountered any decent enemies.

The sons of the Yin-Yang family were counted as one...

At least, let him get up from the wheelchair.

However, it is a pity that there is simply no way to carry it. The corpses of the Yin and Yang families, Wei Luan, are all so cold.

At that time, Lu Fan was really disappointed.

There is no one can beat.

Since the sons of the Yin-Yang family, Lu Fan's strength has improved a lot. Today, there are few rivals.

And this time the mission prompts that there will be a situation where the master of the plane of the Chinese martial arts will dominate with spiritual knowledge.

Lu Fan actually still has some expectations.

I don't know if this plane master can make him stand up from the wheelchair?

Of course, in order to give the other party some respect, Lu Fan is also a little urgent.

Waited for a long time.

The wind blew gently, and the chrysanthemums on the island were shaken left and right.

The lake surface was slightly rippled, however, there was no movement.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

The dark clouds also began to quietly disappear, revealing the bright sunlight.

"Ok?"

"Isn't it coming directly? Or is it coming elsewhere?"

Lu Fan frowned.

Huxin Island is still breezy.

The missionary prompt of the four wanderers will come in three months, but... the master of the plane of the Zhongwu World has not said so.

Therefore, Lu Fan's guess would come right away.

Lu Fan waited for half a day, without any movement, he felt dull and lost interest.

In fact, Lu Fan didn't really have much worry in his heart. After all, with his current strength, the three layers of gas refining, in terms of combat effectiveness, in fact, they all surpassed the body Tibetan and entered the martial arts.

How can Lu Fan worry about the presence of a ray of consciousness in the master of the Zhongwu World Plane?

What makes him curious is the wanderers.

According to the system's explanation, those wanderers are those who have been eliminated after the failure to build the world.

They wandered in the nihility of the world, waiting for a day to seize the world and restore glory again.

These wanderers may have a stronger desire for the world and a greater threat to Lu Fan’s completion of the mission than the master of the plane of the Zhongwu World.

Lean on the wheelchair.

Lu Fan frowned, it seems...I can't continue the salted fish anymore.

The wheelchair moved automatically, pushing the landing slowly down the second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lord Lou, on the island.

The Aura Storm gradually dissipated, the peach blossoms were splendid, and the chrysanthemums were swaying in the wind.

"Son."

When Lu Fan just came downstairs.

Ning Zhao, who had completed the condensed air, opened his eyes and stood tall, bowing to the landing respectfully.

Holding a black pot, Ni Yu was flushed and stood up.

Xie Yunling, Gong Yuyu, and East China Liu, the three children, were all surprised to see the landing fan. This was the first time they saw Lu Fan closely.

They looked at the legendary Lu Shaozhu.

Sitting in a silver wheelchair, the wheelchair guards placed one or two chess boxes on the left and right, and one guard was fiery red, just like the Fengling sword.

Sheng Xue in white, with white lips and red teeth, looks like a handsome man who has read poetry.

Looking at the landing scene, East China Liu never thought of the existence of the sword that was thrown away from the peerless world.

"Master Lu."

Three people arched.

The lonely boat drifted in the distance.

Lu Dongxuan also carried the clothes, and landed on the shore.

Lu Fan glanced at the three, nodding slightly.

"Since something is wrong, then go back."

Lu Fandao.

East China Liu, Xie Yunling, three male losers slightly startled.

"Master Lu is not going to include me to wait? How can I wait to leave again?"

Xie Yunling was a little puzzled and couldn't help speaking.

"Well……"

Lu Fan sat on the Thousand Blades chair, glanced at Xie Yunling, and pondered slightly.

"makes sense."

"Since today, Daozong, the Sword School, and the organs are all under the influence of Bai Yujing..."

"Renamed, Dao Pavilion, Jian Pavilion, Organ Pavilion..."

"However, unlike Tianji Pavilion, Bai Yujing will not restrict your development, and it does not matter if you compete with each other, as long as you do not destroy each other, everything is easy to say."

"Every two years, there will be an assessment. Based on the assessment results, Bai Yujing will issue corresponding rewards, such as spirit stones, spiritual practice, treasure spirit tools, etc..."

Lu Fan's finger lightly touched on the wheelchair guard, said lightly.

The sound haunted the pavilion, but it made Xie Yunling and other sons' faces gradually change.

Lu Fan's meaning is obvious, Bai Yujing will not interfere with their development, and even let them go completely to let them compete.

Xie Yunling did not anticipate that this would be the end.

However, this is the best ending for Xie Yunling and Daozong, and even a rare opportunity.

Daozong has a great advantage over the sword faction because Daozong has a dragon gate!

Dragon Gate is the best secret area for training practitioners. Among them, the strength of Daozong's disciples can be greatly exercised, and it will definitely surpass the masters and sword schools!

"Thank you Master Lu!"

Nothing to say too much.

Xie Yunling, Huadong Liu and Gongyu Yu are all hands.

"In the future, you, like Lao Lu, call me your son..."

Lu Fan nodded slightly, said.

"In addition, remind you that the world will change a lot, you have to prepare early."

Lu Fandao.

The three of Xie Yunling froze for a moment, and did not seem to understand what Lufan meant by such a special reminder.

The world will change greatly?

Is Lu Fan talking about disputes in the world?

Do all the princes finally want to start the Da Zhou Dynasty?

But it is also true that the world must be divided for a long time and the dispute must be divided for a long time.

Regarding the temple, these hundreds of schools of influence are not like Confucianism and Mohists. In fact, not many people intervene.

However, since Lu Fan said, Xie Yunling and others accepted it with humility.

"Thank you, Master, for reminding."

Lu Fan's expressions were all in their eyes, but they didn't say anything.

The task of upgrading assessments at the world level is not bad.

Now, although Reiki is recovering, the entire week has entered the era of spiritual practitioners, but most people have not yet entered the ultimate pursuit of spiritual practice.

On the contrary, I think that practitioners are the basis for determining the situation in the world.

Lu Fan hopes that everyone can use the resources of spiritual practice to break through the realm as soon as possible.

Instead of intervening in the temple, fighting for the world...

No matter how good the world is, can it be important for the world to upgrade?

"Go."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

Signaled that Xie Yunling and others could leave.

Huadong Liu pulled up the old sword that was stuck on the ground. This old sword that had accompanied him for decades, but the sword body was covered with a crack, as if it would be cracked at any time.

Huadong Liu smiled and brandished his sword, but he didn't care.

He arched his hand towards the landing, and then escaped.

The sword faction was renamed Jianmen from now on. Although Huadong Liu regretted it, he did not feel too disgusted. After all... he could save the sword faction instead of being destroyed directly. It was already very lucky.

What's more, in East China's heart... inexplicably, there is a surge of heat.

Jianmen's competitor is Daomen.

There will be an assessment after two years, then... it is the battle between Jianmen and Daomen!

As for the organs of Gongshuyu... The disciples of the organs all died in the battle of the destruction of the Mojia organ city.

Therefore, East China Liu did not care.

Moreover, the strongest organ is the hidden weapon, the hidden weapon "Pear Rain" has been used once.

Has been scrapped.

A "storm rain pear flower" spent the entire life of male losers, East China Liu had to admit.

The rainstorm pear flower is very strong.

If the target is not Master Lu, replace him with East China Liu, he will die.

The elaboration of the essence of the life of the organs and sons of the organs shows the ultimate fragrance in a flash. If no one meets such a monster as Master Lu, who can stop it?

Therefore, the loss of the rainstorm pear flower, the strength of the male loser, no one saves ten, it is not a matter of concern.

Xie Yunling also bowed towards the landing.

The official's Zhu Zi Gong lost the feather but did not move.

Xie Yunling and East China did not say anything. The two left, floated on a lonely boat, stepped on the lonely boat, and left Huxin Island.

"Why don't you leave?"

Lu Fan looked at the male loser.

For the male and female losers, he was able to create "Storm Pear Flower" and other hidden weapons that made him feel amazing.

Almost with a hidden weapon, the fighting level of the entire world is raised.

Therefore, Lu Fan still quite appreciates.

"Son..."

The hoarse voice of the male loser sounded.

His short body shivered a little, then he arched his hands, kneeled down on the ground, his forehead against the ground.

"There is only one male loser in the organ now. My male loser pursues the ultimate of organizing in his life, but in the end, after all, it is empty, and he asks the younger son to let me stay on the island and be able to spend the remaining years quietly."

Gong Shuyu's voice was a bit lonely, mixed with a little helplessness.

far away.

Lv Dongxuan touched the big gold chain on his neck and sighed.

Compared with other hundred forces, the organs of the government have strict requirements on the disciples, not only to endure loneliness but also to have talent.

After all, it's naturally impossible to create a hidden weapon, such a delicate thing as an animal, without talent.

There were not many disciples in the institution.

The overlord attacked the city of organs and destroyed many of the organs and beasts. The disciples of the organs who manipulated the organs and beasts died tragically, leading to the miserable situation of only one male loser.

Moreover, Gong Yuyu spent all his life on the construction of the hidden weapon "storm rain pear flower", now that the rain storm pear flower has been urged, he is equivalent to the loss of power and passion.

He was old, as if he were getting old.

It was a kind of decadence and twilight after a person lost his faith.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair and looked at the male loser kneeling on the ground, his eyes were calm.

"In a month's time, once again create'Storm Pear Flower', you can stay."

Lu Fandao.

The words fell, and the spiritual consciousness wrapped up the "Refiner Handbook", which turned into a golden awn, and touched the eyebrow of the male loser.

Afterwards, Lu Fan no longer ignored the shocking male loser. Under the impetus of Ning Zhao, the wheelchair came to the cramped young girl sitting on the blue stone ladder holding the lute.

Mingyue's face was agitated and a little embarrassed.

Lu Fan's power is obvious to all, and there is no doubt that Mingyue can't be cramped.

It is equivalent to ordinary people seeing the embarrassment and tension of the emperor.

"I said, if you can hold the aura in the pipa, you can stay, you did it."

Lu Fandao.

Mingyue's pretty face turned red, nervous and excited.

"People...People..."

Lu Fan waved his hand and said.

"Play a song, I listen."

When Mingyue was startled, he nodded hurriedly, hugged the pipa, and then sat on the bluestone ladder. His long legs were folded together, his hands fell off, and he flicked gently.

Mingyue closed her eyes. She watched the battle between the four sons and Lu Fan, and realized the lute.

Under the calmness of the mind, the song sound became more and more rapid, like the wind formed by a knife, with sharpness and killing.

It was a move forward one by one, in order not to leave regret.

Aura was wrapped in the sound of the piano, spreading out, making the gravel on the ground beating.

There is still a cutting force.

Unfortunately, it is still a little worse.

The song is over.

The solemnity and killing on Ming Yue's face disappeared, and he changed into a little haste.

"Good... what is the title of this song?"

Lu Fan's finger tapped on the handguard, making a clear voice, and asked.

Mingyue's "Ah" sound was embarrassed.

"Son, this song is still unknown. If the son does not dislike it, can I get one for this song?"

Mingyue said respectfully.

Ning Zhaowen said, her red lips twitched slightly.

This girl... let the son named, this is unthinkable!

Ni Yu also raised his hand and stroked his forehead, let the son named, you seem to make me laugh.

Bai Qingniao was eager to try something. She was most interested in what she called her name.

Seemingly feeling the emotion of the white and blue bird eager to try, Xiaofeng Yi, who had a head in the slit of her chest, rolled her eyes.

I met Ming Yue's excited and anticipating eyes.

Lu Fan felt he could not live up to the other party's good intentions.

So, frowning slightly, he fell into deep thought.

On the lake.

The solitary boat drifted gently, and Nie Changqing carried Dao aunt and stood on it. In order to avoid meeting Xie Yunling, Nie Changqing specially waited for Xie Yunling to leave.

The breeze was blowing, and the white shirt was hunting.

The appearance of the island is finally clear.

On the island.

Lu Fan exhaled gently and met Ming Yue's hope.

The corner of his mouth raised, and he said, "This song is the result of the ultimate elegance that the four sons exhibited before the end of the time. Then...the name is'Sun will not fall'."

Mingyue was stunned.

Ning Zhao, standing in a wheelchair, pursed her red lips. Sure enough...

Ni Yu's mouth narrowed, she couldn't laugh, if she laughed, the young man's heart like dragon fruit seeds might stare at her.

however.

Ni Yu didn't smile.

Xiaofeng Yi, who had a head in the white blue bird's chest, couldn't help raising her wings. "Hoo" called, as if it were... laughing.

Ni Yu glanced at Xiao Fengyi, but he couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Laughter haunted the islands.

After a long time...

The laughter gradually became smaller, and finally, the island was silent.

"Son, if I said I was laughing at the chicken cub... do you believe it?"

"People...Son...I'm wrong!"