Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Xianyuan is too young, too lazy to make a move?

Lu Fan's answer left Lu Changkong speechless.

Some people think Xianyuan is too small?

It would be nice to have it, okay? !

"Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao go, is that enough?"

Lu Changkong frowned, reconfirmed, and said.

"enough."

Lu Fan smiled.

Lu Changkong didn't say anything anymore, he was not a person who liked to force, and Lu Changkong also knew that Lu Fan had a lot of secrets.

Being able to fight against the masters, with such strength, perhaps he really has the right to look down on this fairy fate.

Because, according to the report of the spies, among the strong men who went to Wolongling this time, none of the hundreds of schools seemed to show up.

"Okay, as long as you know what's in your mind, but this time, the outbreak of fairy fate is within the jurisdiction of Beiluo City. As a father, you need to guard Beiluo to prevent abnormalities from implicating Beiluo."

Lu Changkong said seriously.

Lu Fan nodded.

"Father, if you have time, you can go to the island in the center of the lake more often. There, it is not weaker than the ordinary fairyland."

Lu Fan reminded.

Lu Changkong had stepped into the second level of Qidan realm on the island in the middle of the lake, and his cultivation talent was beyond Lu Fan's expectations. In Lu Fan's opinion, it would be better to spend more time on cultivation.

"Okay, I see. After this matter is over, I will live on the island in the middle of the lake as my father. Those chrysanthemums... are quite pleasing to my father's eyes."

A smile appeared on Lu Changkong's meticulous face.

As a descendant of a peasant family from various schools of thought, Lu Changkong always had a special feeling for exotic plants.

Lu Changkong left, wearing a helmet and a knife on his waist, left the small courtyard and rushed to the city wall.

Wolong Ridge is a hundred miles outside of Beiluo City. Once a war breaks out, Beiluo is likely to be involved. There are also some prefects who will use the pretext of immortality to attack Beiluo City.

Lu Changkong had to sit at the head of the city, so as to frighten the world.

...

Lu mansion prison.

The ground was wet and dirty, and the air smelled of blood.

This was Lu Fan's second visit to the prison.

The first time he entered the prison, he concluded the life and death of many Confucian scholars with a single sentence, which made the blood on the walls of the prison wash for a day and a night.

This was the second time, but this time, Lu Fan didn't have much killing intent.

Mo Liuqi woke up.

He was bound on the cross, and his body was bound firmly.

"I... didn't die?"

Mo Liuqi opened his eyes, and there was a tingling pain in his body, which was the aftereffect of being oppressed by the terrifying spiritual pressure to the point where his muscles burst.

The prison door opened.

The sound of wooden wheels rubbing against the wet ground resounded.

The dazzling sunlight outside the door made Mo Liuqi unable to hold back his tears.

He closed his eyes, waited for the light to soften a bit, then slowly opened them, and saw the appearance of the person coming.

In front of him was a young man with red lips and white teeth, a white shirt, hair hanging down his temples, and a face like white jade, elegant and unrestrained.

Beside the boy, there is a maidservant with a foxy face, with a swaying figure, and a girl holding a chessboard, glaring at him with a super fierce look.

There are still many armored soldiers around, and the strong atmosphere permeates the room.

Lu's prison... Mo Liuqi recognized it.

He was familiar with the smell of the prison.

"The Mo family sent you to assassinate?"

The wheelchair stopped three steps in front of Mo Liuqi. The young man with red lips and white teeth played with his slender fingers and said calmly.

"If you want to kill or cut...it's up to you."

Mo Liuqi's eyes were gloomy, and he lowered his head.

Ah Zhu, I'm going to die.

Mo Liuqi was a little frustrated, but he didn't have any regrets, but he was a little disappointed.

He was afraid that he would never see Ah Zhu who gave him the task again.

"You are not a qualified assassin."

"Assassins shouldn't have such strong feelings."

Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand,

A pearl hairpin appeared in his hand, and said to Mo Liuqi.

Mo Liuqi suddenly raised his head and stared at the pearl hairpin in Lu Fan's hand.

"So, give up being an assassin and follow me."

Lu Fan said.

Mo Liuqi was taken aback when he heard the words, as if he hadn't thought that Lu Fan didn't order him to be killed, but wanted to... recruit him.

"It stands to reason that if you carry out assassinations in my Bai Yujing territory, I can't let you live."

"However, I, Lu Fan, have a very good temper, so... I will give you a chance to live and continue to see the person you love."

Lu Fan raised his hand, and the hairpin floated out of thin air.

Under the control of Lu Fan's mind, it floated in front of Mo Liuqi's eyeballs, only a few millimeters away from his pupils.

"You can 'control the scissors with your mind', your talent is very good, so I will give you this opportunity."

"One day, one day, if you are able to step into the third stage Qi Dan realm, you can live, and I will give you a chance to say goodbye to Ah Zhu."

Lu Fan said lightly.

"What if it can't be done?"

Mo Liuqi had sweat running down his forehead.

The methods of this young man in front of him are too unpredictable.

The terrifying mountain-like spiritual pressure before was even more terrifying than the awe-inspiring righteousness of the Confucian master.

Another example is the easy control method at this time.

Mo Liuqi can control scissors with his mind, so he is very aware of the difficulty of this kind of control.

"Can't do it..."

Lu Fan glanced at Mo Liuqi lightly.

"Then die."

"Oh, don't worry, even if I die, I will let Ah Zhu see you for the last time, but... it is to let her see your bloody head."

Lu Fan grinned brightly.

Mo Liuqi suddenly felt a little cold.

Ni Yu on the side glanced at his vicious young master and curled his lips.

Young master's ability to scare people... What a rubbish.

Mo Liuqi closed his eyes, imagining in his mind what Ah Zhu would look like when he saw his bloody head, and then smiled wryly.

Perhaps, Ah Zhu didn't feel anything.

but……

"I promise you."

Mo Liuqi said.

Lu Fan smiled lightly, "Very good."

Then, under his control, the pearl hairpin was inserted into Mo Liuqi's bun.

The ropes on Mo Liuqi's body also snapped automatically, and he fell to the ground.

"Jing Yue, take him with you and enter the island."

The wheelchair turned automatically, and Lu Fan's faint voice wafted over.

Jing Yue, who was carrying the pineapple sword box, suddenly picked up Mo Liuqi's body with a smile.

...

Island in the middle of the lake.

The boat arrives.

Yi Yue pushed the wheelchair off the boat, Ni Yu was in a daze, carrying the chessboard on her back, her legs were weak.

Mo Liuqi lowered his head, and Jing Yue followed behind him.

far away.

The sound of breaking through the sky resounded.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao suddenly appeared.

"Young master."

The two bowed.

Lu Fan waved his hand, "I'm very disappointed in you, can you condense a ray of spiritual energy in one night?"

In one night, Nie Changqing stepped into the second-stage Qidan realm, and Ning Zhao stepped into the third-stage Qidan realm.

However, Lu Fan was very dissatisfied.

After all, today's island in the middle of the lake has a concentration of ten thousand wisps of aura.

Coupled with the harmony of the docile spiritual energy of the ten Chaotian chrysanthemums, the cultivation environment can be said to be the best in the Five Phoenix Continent.

Under such an environment, their cultivation progressed so slowly.

Ning Zhao bit her lip, lowered her head, a little guilty.

The same is true of Nie Zhangqing.

They disappointed Lu Fan.

"The secret realm of Wolong Ridge has appeared, and you still have one day. After one day, set off for Wolong Ridge."

Lu Fan said calmly, with no emotion in his voice.

"Here."

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao hurriedly answered.

Afterwards, leave to breathe out spiritual energy.

"Jing Yue, keep an eye on him, he can act freely on the island, if he dares to leave the island, kill him."

Lu Fan's wheelchair drove automatically. While driving, he said to Jing Yue.

Jing Yue hurriedly stood up straight.

"Young master, wrap it on me."

Then, staring at Mo Liuqi.

"Yiyue."

Lu Fan suddenly spoke.

Yi Yue, who was pushing the wheelchair, was startled and looked at Lu Fan.

"You once asked me for a fairy fate, but I never gave it to you. Now, seeing your energy and blood rushing, although you have not reached the level of a first-class warrior, you are almost there. Therefore, my son can give you a chance."

Lu Fan looked at Yi Yue and said.

When Yi Yue heard this, Hu Mei's face suddenly became excited.

She knelt down directly on the ground, her body trembling with excitement.

"You practiced together with Mo Liuqi on the island. If you can experience the sense of breath and step into the realm of Qi Dan, the young master will teach you the true immortal law."

Lu Fan said.

Yiyue was overjoyed and knocked her head on the ground, thank you a thousand times.

Lu Fan looked at the excited Yi Yue and said nothing.

Yi Yue is different from Ni Yu and Ning Zhao, Yi Yue is burdened with a monstrous hatred.

When Lu Changkong picked Ning Zhao, Yi Yue and Ni Yu back from the pile of dead refugees, Yi Yue was the most special.

Holding the blood-stained dagger in his hand, his eyes were full of hatred.

Lu Fan also learned about Yi Yue's background. She came from a well-known small family in Xijun, a scholarly family. However, because she opposed the Mohist's interference in the affairs of Xijun, the whole family was killed by the killers sent by the Mohist. Only Yiyue was left. Yue escaped, fled to Beiluo City with the refugees, and was rescued by Lu Changkong.

"Don't thank me first, let's talk about it after you have developed a sense of qi."

Sitting in a wheelchair, with his back to Yi Yue, Lu Fan said calmly.

"Ni Yu, push me upstairs."

Lu Fan said.

Ni Yu said "here", pushed the wheelchair, went up to the Baiyujing Pavilion, and arrived at the terrace on the second floor.

Lu Fan took the spiritual pressure chessboard from Ni Yu's back and placed it in front of him.

The chess box full of black and white pieces is placed.

Ni Yu was busy burning green plum wine.

rumbling...

The originally clear sky suddenly began to have dark clouds drifting over.

There was a wind on the lake.

Between heaven and earth, there was a depressing atmosphere.

Lu Fan is the son.

In an instant, above the pavilion, the situation changed.

The palm of his hand caressed the spiritual pressure chessboard, and his eyes suddenly changed, becoming deep and distant.

The jumping lines outlined the terrain of Wolong Ridge on the spiritual pressure chessboard.

And the world's heroes and densely packed soldiers and horses gathered outside Wolong Ridge.

They are all presented on the spiritual pressure chessboard in the form of red dots.

He is a layout person, but also an outsider.

The situation of spiritual recovery.

start.

PS: Tickets, tickets cannot be stopped~