Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The rain was pattering down.

The continuous rain made the world hazy.

In the alley, the rain splashed and splashed, hitting the green bricks and splashing high.

Yiyue held up an umbrella, Hu Mei's face was full of astonishment.

Ni Yu's eyes widened slightly, his mouth opened into a circle, and he looked at the handsome man in coir raincoat and bamboo hat in front of him.

this man...

How dare he say that?

The young master is so small-minded, this guy... is doomed!

Lu Fan squinted his eyes, and the rain dripped down the edge of the oil-paper umbrella like a bead curtain, making Han Lianxiao's smiling face full of haze in Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan laughed.

Gently caress.

"That's right. I'm just a scholar with leg problems. I can only write poems. I'm looking for flowers and asking willows."

"It's a luxury to ask Your Excellency to give me face."

These words.

Han Lian raised his eyebrows with a smile.

It is said that Lu Changkong's son, because of his legs and legs, has a violent temper. Now it seems... the rumors are not true.

Look at this temper... how good it is.

"Since Young Master Lu is so self-aware, then step back."

Han Lianxiao gently swayed the wooden flute and said with a gentle smile.

The voice was very gentle, but at the end of the words, it gradually became chilling.

Nie Zhangqing stood up tremblingly.

Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his face was a little pale from the rain.

"Master Lu... Thank you for coming to rescue me."

"However, this matter is my grievance, and getting involved in it will not benefit Mr. Lu."

"It's just that I beg Mr. Lu to take my son away. He is just a child and he is innocent."

Nie Changqing's words trembled a little.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, propped his chin with one hand, and flicked lightly on the thin woolen blanket that was stained with moisture with the other.

The alleys are narrow and cramped, like a gloomy sky.

"Junior Brother Nie, you are going to make things difficult for Young Master Lu. His Majesty's order is for me to bring you and Shuang'er back, especially Shuang'er. Your Majesty misses you very much."

Han Lian smiled and flicked the raindrops off the wooden flute, and said with a smile.

The tone was hazy, but it was full of domineering that could not be rejected.

Nie Changqing's face flushed immediately, and he glared at Han Lianxiao angrily.

No wonder Han Lianxiao appeared now, it was because of Nie Shuang.

"Snapped."

suddenly.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slapped the gauntlet.

In the rain lane, it sounded like thunder.

Ni Yu was taken aback.

Yi Yue's heart tightened as well, and Ning Zhao's cicada-winged sword, which stood in front of her, lifted up lightly, blood and spiritual energy began to surge, her long silk skirt and blue hair fluttered.

But Lu Fan raised his hand and stroked the corner of his eyes.

"Father's love is like a mountain, moving heaven and earth. I, Lu Ping'an, never saw such emotional father's love in my life. This reminds me of my old father who kindly waited for Lu Ping'an to come home for dinner."

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be raised but the relatives don't wait."

Lu Fan lowered his head, his eyes full of sentimentality.

thereafter.

Lu Fan raised his head and looked at Han Lianxiao.

"I almost forgot to ask you which faction you are from. In Beiluo City, how can you not give me face."

Lu Fan said.

The sound floated in the narrow and cramped rain alley.

Han Lianxiao frowned and stared at Lu Fan. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the alley became a bit chilly.

Being stared at by Lu Fan, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Holding the wooden flute tightly, the chill in my heart seemed to be evaporated by the stove.

"A song called 'Chao Shui Ballad', Daoist Ninth Han Lianxiao."

"I come from a hundred schools of thought... Daozong."

Han Lian smiled.

Snapped!

However.

As soon as Han Lianxiao finished speaking, Lu Fan slapped the armrest of the wheelchair again.

"Dry!"

"Say it early!"

"Looking at your doglike appearance, I thought you were a gold and silver Confucian guard sent by the Imperial Master of the Imperial Capital. If you want to do something to Lao Nie, I'll scare you."

"Daozong? What the hell...is it worthy of giving me face in Beiluo City?"

Lu Fan leaned back on the wheelchair abruptly, and looked at Han Lianxiao with pursed lips.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

Nie Zhangqing looked at Lu Fan in astonishment.

Although I don't know if Lu Fan's behavior is true, Han Lianxiao is from the Taoist sect, or if he is fake.

But, no matter what...

This person... is too real to be bullying and fearful.

There was a slight smile on Yi Yue Humei's face, while Ni Yu rolled her eyes, the young master is still the young master...

Ning Zhao gently raised his sword, and a series of water droplets fell from the tip of the sword, pointing directly at Han Lianxiao.

The gentle smile on Han Lian's smiling face gradually disappeared.

He stared at Lu Fan. He didn't seem to understand why Lu Fan was so arrogant.

Why is he?

Just relying on this maid who has just joined the Grandmaster?

"Young Master Lu, what do you mean?"

Han Lianxiao's tone was a little cold and annoyed.

"Noisy."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

"Sister Ning, tease him."

hum...

After Lu Fan's words fell, the sword chant exploded instantly, Ning Zhao moved, and the two wisps of spiritual energy in the Qi Dan suddenly surged, as if an oven was burning.

The rain curtain seemed to be cut open.

The sword light was like lightning cutting through the night, approaching Han Lianxiao.

The rain on Han Lianxiao's hat kept falling, he ignored Ning Zhao, and just stared at Lu Fan.

"Grandmaster is your servant, Lu Changkong's handwriting is really extraordinary."

"This maidservant has a bit of knowledge, under Beiluo City, the sword beats the four masters..."

The gloom on Han Lian's smiling face disappeared, and he smiled again, like a spring breeze.

He slowly raised the wooden flute in his hand.

"Young master Lu...you are not a grandmaster, you may have misunderstood the strength of a grandmaster, and you don't even know anything about the mystery and power of a hundred masters."

"You maidservant, although your blood is weird, but... it cannot be your capital for arrogance and indulgence."

Click.

Han Lianxiao's wooden flute was thrown out suddenly.

Touched with Ning Zhao's sword tip.

The next moment, Ning Zhao's heart trembled, and his pupils constricted.

The wooden flute suddenly forked.

At the point where it collided with the sword tip, dense wooden strips actually forked out, and the wooden strips wound up along the sword tip, unexpectedly restraining and locking the joints of Ning Zhao's whole body.

Make her completely immobile.

Ning Zhao's umbrella fell, and the rain drenched her body.

"Compared to combat experience, you are just the handmaiden of Grandmaster Yixiang... you are far behind."

Han Lianxiao said lightly.

With his hands behind his back, he ignored Ning Zhao who was restrained by him.

As soon as the Grandmaster rings, it will be difficult to break free from the mechanism wooden flute lock that he entrusts the organist to make specially in a short time.

Step on the foot, the rain splashed two feet.

His eyes fixed on Lu Fan, and he walked step by step. He was proud, he was indifferent, and he seemed to be a god and demon who judged Lu Fan's life and death.

Nie Zhangqing raised the butcher's knife.

However, Han Lianxiao was so angry and bloody that he slapped Nie Zhangqing lightly with his palm, sending Nie Zhangqing flying high.

Han Lianxiao ignored Nie Zhangqing, who looked like a dead man.

The Tesuji was picked, and the Qi and blood were silent.

The once generation of master swordsman has fallen to the level of a first-class warrior.

Can't get into his eyes at all.

Han Lian laughed as he walked.

"Heavy rain, narrow alleys, killing night."

"The right time, the right place, and the right people."

"With such a good condition, if I kill you, God will not know, and ghosts will not know."

"If I don't kill you, I'm sorry to God."

Han Lianxiao's tone became more serious, and in the end, it was full of murderous intent.

"Introduce myself again, Han Lianxiao, the ninth Taoist sect, the master of the five rings."

Boom!

Han Lianxiao stepped on it suddenly.

The stagnant water exploded up to seven feet, like torrential rain.

Yi Yue's complexion changed suddenly, she grabbed the long whip at her waist, and stood in front of Lu Fan.

However.

Han Lianxiao slapped it on the raindrops, and countless raindrops hit Yiyue, causing Yiyue to vomit blood and fly backwards.

Now that he decided to kill Lu Fan.

Han Lianxiao didn't hesitate any longer.

He is from the Jianghu, while Lu Fan, the son of the Lord of Beiluo City, is from the temple.

Once he kills, he has no turning back.

No trace or evidence can be left.

Today's Great Zhou, although it is a mess, but the Confucian teacher is still there, and the threat of Great Zhou to all schools of thought is still there!

"die!"

Han Lianxiao looked directly at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair with red lips and white teeth.

In his eyes, Lu Fan was really pitiful. With a leg problem, he couldn't even escape in fear in the face of death.

Han Lianxiao let out a low growl from his throat.

A palm blasted the falling raindrops, and the fingertips of the palms were folded like knives, trying to cut across Lu Fan's neck.

wheelchair.

Lu Fan frowned, the wind and rain hit his face like a knife, and the rain soaked his clothes. Ni Yu hugged the oil-paper umbrella tightly, trembling.

But she never retreated.

Looking at the terrifying Han Lianxiao.

Lu Fan let out a breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Ning Zhao's defeat was beyond his expectation, but it's not like he didn't have his hole cards.

He can continue to throw spiritual energy to Ning Zhao, but...

This time, Lu Fan did not choose to do so.

A heartbeat.

The soul strength of 6.5 in the panel was exchanged for 5 points.

1 point of soul strength can refine 10 wisps of Qi.

for a moment.

Lu Fan's spiritual energy soared from 0 wisps to 50 wisps in an instant.

After the exchange is complete.

Lu Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking directly at Han Lianxiao who came to kill him, his eyes were indifferent, cold and heartless.

The air is like an oven.

With his mind like a trickle, Lu Fan used the "Ten Thousand Laws Oven" to modify Nie Zhangqing's practice method "Taozong Yunlingshu".

next moment.

Lu Fan felt 50 wisps of aura boiling in the oven-like qi pill.

wheelchair.

Lu Fan sat quietly.

There are 50 strands of light blue aura around his body, crisscrossing and criss-crossing continuously around his body.

boom!

A majestic and majestic pressure suddenly suppressed.

Han Lianxiao, who came galloping, immediately knelt down in the water-logged alley with a "plop" under the pressure.

The huge pressure made him raise his head with difficulty.

The side face was pressed tightly against the icy ground where the water splashed.

The five bodies fell to the ground, unable to move!

His heart... was shaking.

"This... what is this?!"

Han Lianxiao's pupils constricted, as if he had seen a ghost.

Lu Fan, whose aura was entwined around the wheelchair, stretched out his hand to wipe away the moisture sprayed on the thin woolen blanket, and glanced at Han Lianxiao who was lying on the ground in a panic.

Leaning lazily on the wheelchair, he chuckled:

"Cultivator, spiritual pressure."

"It's just a trick."

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