Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Chapter 78: Young Master Lu Slays the Masters in Three Steps

(Thanks to the 100,000 coin leader who is still playing for a reward, becoming the second alliance of this book! Thanks to the author!)

One is upstairs and the other is downstairs.

The two looked at each other like this.

The night became thicker and thicker, with a faint thick fog covering the moonlight and making the cold moonlight more and more sparse.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan didn't speak. After glancing at the giant Mohist standing in front of the window, he shook his head, lowered his head, and played with the metal piccolo in his hand, which had gradually dissipated the warmth of a woman.

Regret flashed across his face from time to time, but he didn't know what he was regretting.

Mo Beike in front of the window squinted his eyes, looking at the metal piccolo in Lu Fan's hand, his eye bags twitched slightly, it was Wei Yu's piccolo.

The alchemists of the Yin-Yang family on the roof were flying their bamboo hats, and the beasts on the long street were showing their ferocity.

Coupled with the cold wind in Shangsen, the atmosphere is a bit chilling.

Lu Changkong looked at Mo Beike standing in front of the window with a cold expression on his face.

"Giant, what do you mean?"

Lu Changkong drew out the knife from his waist, his hair fluttering in the wind.

In the body, a ray of spiritual energy wandered from the Qi Dan, stirring like a small snake.

"Ugh."

In front of the inn window.

Mo Beike sighed leisurely.

"Why is Lord Lu still sober? Have a good sleep until dawn, isn't it good?"

Mo Beike's hoarse voice came.

"The whole city is sleeping, why are you awake alone?"

"If I fell asleep, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up..." Lu Changkong said indifferently.

"If the guess is correct, the Mohists should have laid out the six cities of Beiluo, Zuilong, Tong'an, Pingnan, Yuanchi, and Wangtian, and what we are waiting for is tonight."

Mo Beike looked at Lu Changkong's wrinkled face, and smiled lightly: "Cultivators are variables, but the world has its own definite changes, and the variables cannot affect the definite numbers, so... we need to control the practitioners until the world is settled." , and then study the matter of cultivation.”

Mo Beike did not answer Lu Changkong's words.

In other words, his answer was actually aimed at Lu Fan.

Lu Changkong didn't speak.

Because, the top of the inn, and the mechanism beasts on the long street, all moved.

As soon as Mo Beike's words fell, murderous intentions arose everywhere.

Lu Changkong was so solemn that he almost dripped water.

Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair, her face was pale, and her legs were shaking slightly.

Lu Fan was sitting in the chair, but he was very calm. He looked indifferent as he watched the Mechanism Beast and the Onmyoji alchemist rushing down from the roof.

He took the metal piccolo in his hand without haste.

"As for practitioners, you don't understand. It is said that practitioners affect the overall situation of the world, but in fact it is you who use martial arts to break the ban."

"It's ridiculous that you think you have everything under control."

"But, you don't know anything about practitioners..."

Lu Fan said slowly.

"I feel a little pity."

"I thought the one who came today would be a Mohist giant, but I didn't expect it to be just a fake."

Ok?

Lu Fan's words startled Lu Changkong.

On the pavilion, the bags under Mo Beike's eyes trembled again.

His eyes stared at Lu Fan with sparkle, and then he laughed.

"Mo Beike told me to be careful of the young master of Beiluolu. Sure enough, there is some reason. The old man's eyes are as poisonous as ever."

The sound of chuckling lingered on the long street.

The next moment, "Mo Beike" stretched out his hand, grabbed his jaw, and tore slowly. A piece of distorted human skin was torn off. Behind the human skin was a somewhat evil face and the spreading pale Thick gray hair.

The body of the rickety old man also changed, and gradually straightened his body, becoming tall and burly.

In an instant, the temperament of the whole person changed drastically.

Lu Fan was still holding the piccolo, without any emotion on his face.

Lu Changkong gasped, recognizing this person.

"The sons of the Yin Yang family... Wei Luan!"

Characters of all levels!

Moreover, among the hundreds of philosophers, the most mysterious yin and yang family.

For a while, Lu Changkong was startled by Mo Beike's caution, and he even invited the Yinyang family members into Beiluo to deal with Lu Fan.

However, Lu Changkong also knew that in front of the secret realm of Wolongling, Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing, in white skirts and white clothes, killed thousands of troops and bled for thousands of miles. Lu Fan could not be the master of such two people, so naturally he couldn't see through it.

Therefore, Mo Beike specifically asked Wei Luan, a member of the Yin Yang family, to act.

"What did you do to Wei Yu?"

In front of the pavilion, Wei Luan's gray hair fluttered, he took a step, stepped in front of the window, jumped down, his robe fluttered, and landed on the long street smoothly.

The roar of the mechanism beast galloping.

The alchemists of the Yin Yang family galloped quickly on the surrounding houses.

In a siege, Lu Fan and the others were surrounded.

Lu Changkong was very nervous, and his whole body was tense. The existence of a scholar-level person brought him tremendous pressure.

Lu Fan was as calm as ever, sitting in a wheelchair, playing with the metal piccolo.

boom!

The blue bricks of the long street were cracked, and a beast tiger roared faintly and jumped up. The moonlight shone on the tiger's body, reflecting the coldness and killing.

"Wei Yu...is that the woman who played with bugs?"

"Don't worry, she passed peacefully."

Lu Fan said.

The metal piccolo in his hand flicked lightly.

hum...

The spiritual energy surged, causing a ripple, and suddenly a sharp flute sound exploded.

Piccolo disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already at the end of the organ beast tiger...

At some point, the organ beast tiger was completely penetrated, and the disciple of the organ family inside the organ beast was also pierced through by the metal piccolo, blood gurgling.

The mechanism tiger fell apart, and the parts fell in front of Lu Fan, causing a strong wind.

Lu Fan's white clothes rattled in the wind.

A metal piccolo hangs in the night sky, and a crystal drop of blood drips from it.

Lu Fan glanced at Wei Luan who had a cold face in the distance.

Press down with your palms.

immediately.

The metal piccolo slammed down, and a mechanism beast wolf was nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

Raising his hand gracefully, he killed two mechanism beasts in an elegant manner.

The surrounding Yin-Yang family alchemists also shrank their eyes slightly.

Wei Luan narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Set up the formation!"

The alchemists of the Yin Yang family moved, and took off the bamboo hats on their heads one after another. These people seemed to melt into the darkness.

They all jumped out and swooped down on Lu Fan.

Lu Changkong held the knife and slashed at one of them.

puff……

But seeing the alchemist turned into a cloud of black mist, Lu Changkong swung his saber in the air.

These alchemists continuously exploded into thick fog in the air, disappeared in their original positions, and when they reappeared, they were on the other side.

Beads of sweat were densely covered on Lu Changkong's forehead.

Even master warriors feel chilly all over their bodies, as if these alchemists will appear by their side at any time.

Ni Yu was even more frightened by this weird scene and crouched on the ground.

At this moment, she wished to be asleep like Luo Cheng, but unfortunately... her strength does not allow it.

Facing this weird scene, Lu Fan just slowly squeezed out a chess piece from the chess box next to the wheelchair guard.

The moonlight broke through the thick fog and shone down, shining on Lu Fan's face and the Reiatsu chessboard, emitting a radiant brilliance.

The middle finger and index finger clamp the chess piece.

The alchemists of the Yin-Yang family around were haunted and haunted, and the dense fog filled the room, making them look like ghosts and ghosts.

Ren Er East, West, North, South, North wind.

Lu Fan rolled up his sleeves leisurely.

It's an instant.

The terrifying spiritual pressure was released suddenly.

hum...

In an instant, the world suddenly became distorted.

bang bang!

In the dense fog, two clouds of blood fog exploded.

There were two alchemists of the Yin-Yang family who had no time to escape, and were crushed directly without any bones remaining, and the rest fell to the roof, terrified.

"Fancy bells and whistles."

Lu Fan said slowly.

He didn't make any more moves.

Instead, he handed the chessboard to Ni Yu and looked at Wei Luan.

He stood up from the wheelchair, his white clothes were more snowy.

When Wei Luan saw Lu Fan get up, his pupils shrank slightly, the same as when Wei Yu saw Lu Fan get up.

"You may be the first member of a hundred families to die in Beiluo."

Lu Fan said.

"Don't worry, my son has a good temper and will let you go as peacefully as your disciple."

Wei Luan narrowed his eyes and his gray hair flew up.

He bit his finger, put a drop of blood between his eyebrows, and drew it down the bridge of his nose. Soon, he drew a strange pattern on his face.

The Yin Yang family... the seal of the curse.