Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The moonlight shines through the vermilion carved wooden window and is projected on the rice paper that covers the desk, reflecting the radiance.

The wooden bed curtain hangs down.

Indistinctly, Lu Fan sat cross-legged on it.

With a thought, the system panel was mobilized.

Host: Lu Fan

Title: Qi Refiner (Permanent)

Number of gas refining layers: 2 (3rd layer progress: 100/1000 strands)

Soul strength: 11 (convertible: 2)

Physical strength: 1 (convertible: 1)

Aura: 92 wisps

Transformation reward: "Chuang Xuan Qi Refining Chapter"

World Rating: Five Phoenix Continent [low martial arts]

Permissions: [Task], [Apostle Platform], [Aura Delivery]

Branch authority: [Wanfa Oven (LV1)]

Spiritual tool: Spirit pressure chessboard (mysterious grade low grade)

Disposable attribute points: 10

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched slightly, and the gain of 10 attribute points was a surprise, which made him quite satisfied.

Touching his chin, after thinking and analyzing for a while.

Lu Fan divided up the 10 attribute points.

9 points are added to the strength of the soul, and 1 point is added to the body.

And Lu Fan's soul strength also officially crossed 20 points, leaving 11 points of soul strength for exchange.

boom!

Complete with attribute point dominance.

Lu Fan suddenly felt that his soul had been baptized again.

It was like a feeling of enlightenment, making his eyes extremely bright and bright in the dark.

Every time the strength of the soul exceeds 10 points, there will be an obvious sense of improvement.

Lu Fan felt that his five senses and six senses had become clearer, as if he could clearly detect the flow of blood in his body.

The ability to control things is stronger. Originally, I could only control the direction of rotation of the wheelchair. Now, I am afraid that I can control the wheelchair to drive without rush.

This is ascension.

Lu Fan's heart moved slightly. Perhaps, with the improvement of the strength of the soul, it may reach the level of spiritual consciousness mentioned by the cultivators.

A ray of divine consciousness spans thousands of miles, and everything in the world is in the heart.

Withdrawing his mind, Lu Fan suppressed his emotions.

He wasn't overwhelmed by joy. To turn the Low Martial Continent into a fantasy world, it wasn't enough for him to become stronger.

His mind moved, and he landed on the column of the preaching platform.

Just when Lu Fan was about to sink his mind into the preaching platform, Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He looked up and looked out of the vermilion carved wooden window.

On the roof of Lu Mansion.

There was a man, carrying a gourd of wine, stepping on bricks and tiles, as light as a swallow, and came gracefully.

Confucian shirt fluttering, bare chest, hair disheveled, insolent in the wind.

This guy... who is it?

Lu Fan was a little puzzled.

He went on a killing spree in Beiluo City, and the people who killed were panicked.

There are still people who dare to break into Lu's residence late at night.

Is it a person with a high degree of art who is bold, or... not afraid of death?

...

Ning Zhao stood up from the roof, her white skirt fluttering, her eyes were picturesque.

In her hand, a Cicada Wing Sword was drawn. The blade was almost transparent, and under the moonlight, it shone like ice crystals.

"Who are you?"

"Breaking into Lu's residence late at night is a capital offense."

Ning Zhao's long hair hanging down her waist fluttered in the wind, and her cold words lingered in the dark night.

In another courtyard.

Jing Yue put two fingers together and touched the yellow pear wood sword case, and a sword suddenly came out of its sheath with a "chuckle" and was held in his hand.

This is his first show after becoming Lu Fan's servant,

Although helpless, but...

In order to make a good impression on Lu Fan, he had to show some strength in his first show.

Above the eaves, Mo Tianyu stepped on the moon plate on his head, stepped on the green tiles, and came here gracefully, without making a single sound. This lightness skill is excellent.

"Madman Jiangshan draws with a brush, and laughs at Tianjiao with a word of copper hexagram!"

"The head disciple of Confucianism... Mo Tianyu!"

As one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword School, Jing Yue's eyesight was naturally extraordinary, and he recognized Mo Tianyu with disheveled hair, a gourd in his hand, his chest open, and a wine gourd in his hand.

The gatekeeper of Guoshishu Pavilion, the first disciple of Confucianism, is quite famous among all the scholars.

above the roof.

Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine, the liquid spilled, and a chuckle wafted out.

"Girl, I'm coming to visit late at night, it's abrupt, but I'm under the order of the national teacher, to visit your young master, I hope you can meet your young master."

Ning Zhao's eyes narrowed, and a coldness flashed across her.

"Your Excellency, this is trespassing, not visiting..."

"Retreat, or... die."

Ning Zhao's cold voice was not loud, as if he was afraid of waking Lu Fan up, so he lowered his voice.

Mo Tianyu took a sip of his wine and continued to laugh again.

"I calculated two hexagrams, and when it involved your young master, I made a mistake. In order to find out the reason, today, I must calculate a hexagram in front of your young master."

Mo Tianyu came here stepping on the blue tiles, wearing a fluttering Confucian shirt.

The tone was arrogant and fearless.

Ning Zhao frowned slightly.

Underneath, Jing Yue tapped his fingers on the pineapple sword box behind his back.

The remaining three swords also popped out.

"It is rumored that Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism, is known as a madman. He refuses to obey the sky and the earth. Except for the master of Confucianism, he refuses to obey anyone. When I saw him today... he really deserves his reputation, his arrogance is boundless."

Jing Yue said.

After the words fell, his body turned suddenly, his legs turned back, and he kicked the hilts of the three long swords that popped out of the pineapple sword box.

Immediately, three swords shot straight out.

Sword School, Flying Sword Technique.

"I said why the Sword Sect was defeated. It turns out that you are such a rebel."

Mo Tianyu with disheveled hair and a gourd in his hand cast a disdainful glance at Jing Yue.

I took a sip of wine.

Spit out against the wind.

The wine was sprinkled, as if turning into a cloud of wine mist, and under the moonlight, it seemed like a dragon was born.

Colliding with the three flying swords, every drop of wine contains a thousand ton force.

Jing Yue's sword was blown away weakly and fell to the roof.

"It's just a trail, it's not interesting."

Mo Tianyu smiled lightly.

In the small courtyard, Jing Yue's face twitched, he was indeed a ruthless person, the first disciple of Confucianism...he was really not comparable to him.

At this moment, Jing Yue felt an urge to turn around and run away.

but……

Jing Yue suddenly felt a little sad again, because he found that his current status did not allow him to turn around and run freely.

The old days can never go back.

However, he also thought of Lu Fan's unpredictable power.

Immediately, with confidence in his heart, he waved his sword, and rushed to kill those who flew over the eaves and walls.

above the roof.

Mo Tianyu crushed a brick with one foot and fell from the roof.

The toes touched the edge of the sword stabbed by Jing Yue, and Jing Yue fell under the pressure, accompanied by the sound of Mo Tianyu's laughter, lingering in the dark night of the small courtyard.

Above his head, there are circles of airflow converging, like a rainbow surging.

Confucianism... awe-inspiring!

Boom!

Mo Tian's language is eloquent, and his words are like falling gold.

Jing Yue felt so deafened that he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand steadily.

puff!

Jing Yue sprayed blood mist from his mouth, his body bounced off, hit the ground, and retreated continuously.

With every step, the ground cracked.

"Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect come out together, but you... are still far behind."

Small courtyard ground.

Mo Tianyu landed leisurely, raised the wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip of the wine, the wine dripped down his chin onto the Confucian shirt, and the sound of chuckling lingered.

on the roof.

Ning Zhao raised the Cicada Wing Sword and looked at Mo Tianyu with serious eyes.

Just Mo Tianyu in front of him is enough to overwhelm the hundreds of Confucian scholars in Beiluo Lake!

If she joins forces with Nie Changqing, she may still be able to fight Mo Tianyu.

However, for some reason tonight, Nie Zhangqing never had such a movement.

suddenly.

Ning Zhao frowned and slowly let go.

She looked towards the room where Lu Fan was.

There, the tightly closed vermilion carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open by a huge force, and there was a bang.

Inside the house, there was an indifferent voice, which came out leisurely.

"Who taught you to disturb my dream in the middle of the night..."

Lu Fan's words floated out from the room.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the dark house.

Mo Tianyu stood where he was, and the Confucian shirt on his body began to rattle, and it was scattered all over his head, and it flew continuously.

"Young Master Lu, I am Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism under the command of the national teacher. Master sent me to bring you to Beijing."

"Also, my divination is extremely accurate, but it fell on Young Master Lu twice..."

"Therefore, I want to calculate a fortune for Young Master Lu for free."

Mo Tianyu squeezed the wine gourd and squinted his eyes.

In the imperial capital, he was known as Mo Kuangren, a man of high skill and boldness, and he had never been afraid of anyone. He had kicked and even pointed his nose at the important officials who were higher than Lu Changkong.

Today, when he came to the door, he was already being polite to Lu Fan.

However, his words just fell.

Inside the house, there was laughter.

"That's why you disturbed my dream in the middle of the night?"

"Enter my small courtyard, have you ever told your own fortune?"

"My life, you also deserve it?"

Lu Fan's indifferent words came from the house.

Every time he said a word, it was accompanied by the crisp sound of a chess piece falling on the chessboard.

Three words and three sons...

In the other courtyard, the spiritual pressure suddenly rose steadily.

and……

Inside the house, the wind howled, a huge translucent palm formed by the convergence of light blue airflow, with five fingers spread out, the middle finger overlapping the index finger, in the shape of a drop.

Facing Mo Tianyu's head, he tapped it.

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