Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"Sub-task 2: Build a transcendent force from scratch [Current task progress: Transcendence embryonic form, Beiluo a tyrant]"

"Congratulations to the host for creating the prototype of the detached force 'Bai Yujing' and gaining 10 points of controllable attributes."

"Reminder: Host, please make persistent efforts to build 'Bai Yujing' into a detached force, and it is expected to obtain 1000 points of disposable attributes."

Ahead, Ning Zhao appeared in a magnificent manner.

Before Lu Fan's eyes, a system prompt popped up.

"The task...has a new progress?"

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows involuntarily, and after reading it, he also involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.

This result surprised him a little.

He originally thought that only by creating a detached force that surpassed the entire school of thought would he be rewarded with disposable attributes, but he didn't expect that there were distinctions in this task.

After all, with Lu Fan's current level of refining Qi, it is a long and arduous process to create a force that is truly superior to all schools of thought.

What really caught Lu Fan's eyes was the system's prompt.

If you really turn "Bai Yujing" into a detached force, you can actually get 1,000 disposable attribute points, 1,000 disposable attribute points, that's 10,000 wisps of aura!

That is to say, if he can get these attribute points, he can at least step into the third level of Qi Refining.

However, Lu Fan soon frowned.

Because, after such a comparison, he suddenly found that refining Qi...is so difficult!

1 soul strength attribute, which can only be exchanged for 10 wisps of aura.

In other words, 1000 attribute points can only allow him to step into the third level of Qi Refining...

And if you want to refine Qi for 100 layers, how many attribute points do you need?

He thought he might be going crazy.

Therefore, Lu Fan also understood that relying solely on attribute points to improve the level of Qi refining would definitely not work.

There are definitely other means to improve the level of qi refining.

For example, cultivating practitioners in the preaching platform, commissioning the aura they refined, and so on.

That's just one way, there may be others, he just hasn't come across it yet.

You can even try to refine Qi yourself.

Take back your mind.

far away.

Ning Zhao dragged the figure and walked over.

Her breath fluctuated a little, and there was a blush of excitement on her pretty face.

"My lord, after my maidservant finished arranging the affairs of 'Bai Yujing', she rushed from the island in the middle of the lake to help you, and on the way here, I encountered this escaped swordsman from the Sword School..."

Lu Fan's eyes fell on the swordsman with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Nie Zhangqing beside Lu Fan was also a little speechless.

They all recognized it now, isn't this swordsman... the master of the sword sect who escaped from under their noses twice without looking back?

This sword sect master did not participate in the battle, and ran away every time he encountered them.

Lu Fan and Nie Changqing didn't bother to pay attention.

I thought this guy had already left Beiluo City and gone far away.

never expected……

This person was actually caught by Ning Zhao.

This is too miserable, right?

Under the bruised and swollen face, there seemed to be deep doubts about life.

"well done……"

Lu Fan was also a little dumbfounded, but it was also thanks to Ning Zhao, perhaps because she captured the Sword Sect master, she judged the completion of the side mission in advance.

"This swordsman hides four swords in his sword box, and he is the master of the Six Rings...how can you win?"

By Lu Fan's side,

Nie Changqing held the butcher's knife in his hand and asked in doubt.

Nie Changqing knew about Ning Zhao's strength, the first level of master, the second level of Qi Dan.

Although there are two wisps of spiritual energy in his body, but facing the Six Rings Grandmaster, catching him alive... is a bit unreal.

There was also a look of curiosity on Lu Fan's face.

Ning Zhaoxiu raised her hand lightly, pulled back the black hair hanging from her forehead, pursed her red lips lightly, and laughed.

"In the beginning, the servant was indeed no match for this swordsman, and there were many dangers, but... at the time of life and death, the servant's heart is like a mirror, but she accidentally realized... the spiritual pressure."

"As soon as the spiritual pressure appeared, this sword sect master lost his will to fight and wanted to escape. The servant seized the opportunity and... beat him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was captured."

Reiatsu?

Nie Zhangqing was stunned.

Lu Fan's eyes lit up, looking at Ning Zhao with a little pride on his face, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly.

"Come on, let the young master feel your spiritual pressure."

Lu Fan stroked his palm lightly and said.

"Here."

Ning Zhao threw down the swordsman Jing Yue with a bruised nose and swollen face, mobilizing the aura in the Qi Pill.

"Young master... offended."

The blue hair flutters, and the white skirt flickers.

boom!

The next moment, amidst the intertwined spiritual energy, there was a sudden sense of oppression, pressing on Lu Fan.

The ground was dusty, Lu Fan's white robe fluttered, and his hair fluttered.

Yi Yue's face turned pale in an instant, and she felt as if her chest was being crushed by a boulder, she couldn't breathe, her slender legs trembled slightly.

Ni Yu was fine. With the spiritual pressure chessboard on her back, facing the spiritual pressure like a spring breeze, she was not affected at all.

"It's not bad, it's a bit weaker, at least you've got started with spiritual pressure. Sister Ning, the blood-moving technique you learned is also the blood-moving technique of your father, right?"

Lu Fan chuckled lightly.

Ning Zhao had indeed comprehended the spiritual pressure, but the spiritual pressure formed by the two strands of spiritual energy was incomparable to Lu Fan's spiritual pressure.

However, in battle, it can become a sharp weapon for victory.

Jing Yue with a bruised nose and swollen face is the best proof.

"yes."

Concentrating Zhao Qi back to the dantian, her pretty face was slightly rosy, and she bowed and said.

"Tomorrow, you come to see my son and I want to practice the law. With the help of the practice method, the power of the spiritual pressure can be raised to a higher level."

Lu Fan said.

"Thank you son."

Ning Zhao's pretty face beamed with joy.

Lu Fan didn't say anything else, his gaze moved sideways, and landed on Jing Yue who got up from the ground and was about to sneak away.

In the qi pill, fifty wisps of aura intertwined.

boom!

Standing up, he wanted to kill Jing Yue who was running like a cunning rabbit.

All of a sudden, his body fell to the ground, his cheek collided intimately with the ground, the bridge of his nose almost crooked, and blood spattered out...

That's horrible.

Jing Yue has the urge to cry...

He has been fighting for so long, and the only time he made a move, he fell.

He just wants to live... so hard?

Is the outside world already this dangerous? !

"Still running?"

Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, tapped the thin wool blanket covering his thighs with the other, and said calmly.

He dissipated the Reiatsu.

Jing Yue got up from the ground rustlingly.

Ning Zhao had already arrived behind Lu Fan, with Su's hand resting on the handle of the wheelchair, and Yi Yue stepped aside, with lingering fear still on her face.

Nie Zhangqing held the butcher's knife and looked at Jing Yue indifferently.

The moonlight is getting cooler.

While wiping his nosebleed, Jing Yue looked at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, as gentle as jade.

He knew that there were only two options now.

die, or fall.

As one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, how could he choose to surrender? That is an insult to the way of the sword, and it is a trample on one's own sword heart.

Slap!

Afterwards, Jing Yue's legs softened and he knelt down.

Without any hesitation, he knelt in front of Lu Fan.

"I...I surrender, I won't run away."

Lu Fan was slightly taken aback. Didn't they say that swordsmen and the like are strong-tempered people who would rather die than surrender?

This guy... Known as the master of the Sword Sect, why doesn't he have any integrity?

However, the other party's actions gradually made Lu Fan's expression more meaningful.

Although Jing Yue looked embarrassed with a bruised nose and swollen face, he was smart about current affairs.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, just looking at Jing Yue indifferently.

Looking at the opponent's body, he trembled, his face became paler and paler.

after a long time.

Lu Fancai tapped the wool blanket with his finger, and spoke indifferently.

"Surrender is fine."

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

...

Under the night, Beiluo City looked as lonely as a lion standing on the flat ground.

The trampling sound of horseshoes exploded.

Three hundred cavalry galloped back from the plain.

Lu Changkong whipped his whip hard, the horse neighed, and the horse rushed forward.

The few scattered defenders on the city wall saw Lu Changkong returning at a gallop, and immediately sent a message excitedly.

The heavy city gate was pulled up, and the door panel opened wide to both sides.

Lu Changkong gritted his teeth as he looked at the scattered defenders on the city wall with a cold face.

With so many fewer defenders, something happened in the city.

He rushed into Beiluo City with three hundred cavalry and the rickety state teacher's car pulled by five horses.

As soon as he entered the city, he could smell the chill and blood in the air.

Lu Changkong's heart...

It sank suddenly.