I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

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A crystal grape, three or two seconds of effort all entered the small belly of Zhong Ling.

However, watching Zhong Ling is still a kind of unsatisfactory look, Yang Fan did not swear, and pulled out a face in front of Zhong Ling.

However, this time, Zhong Ling was obviously not as excited as he was just now. He looked up at Yang Fan and held a large chunk of crystal grapes.

"Your companion spirits, the spirit of the master, feel the care and love of the master, the mood is good, the spirit is pleasant, and the loyalty is slightly improved."

Yang Fan’s handsome face is black.

It’s a bit too much.

The second grape has not even a little loyalty, but it is a four-level spirit, how many people may not have the opportunity to eat for a lifetime.

As a result, this cockroach ate the second one and began to dislike it, the typical tempo of defeat.

Such a small mouth, I don’t know how many psychic spirits will be ruined in the future!

Yang Fan decisively abandoned the supply.

Never accustomed to her stinking.

As soon as he raised his hand, he summoned the private brain from the outside world and opened the cartoon of "Stupid Little Chicken". Yang Fan whispered softly: "You must watch the cartoon here first, and the brother goes out quietly!"

After that, Yang Fan directly left to leave.

Zhong Ling’s eyes were beaming, and he took the watch with great interest. He squatted on the sea like this, and concentrated on the animation. He did not care about Yang Fan’s departure.

"Your companion spirit is the spirit of the spirit, feel the care and love of the master, the mood is good, the spirit is pleasant, the loyalty has been greatly improved, and the loyalty is +10."

The mind has just returned.

Yang Fan received this prompt from the system, and then Yang Fan’s look was a sigh, and he could not shake his head with a smile.

An animated cartoon, even directly surpassed ten or even twenty four-level spirits, this little guy, don’t look at living more than 1600 years old, but still like a child, very good. .

fair enough.

save money.

Yang Fan’s mood has become very pleasant in an instant. After going out, he will find more cartoons for this girl. Maybe the loyalty will be full and easy.

The mind returned to the body, and Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes.

The bathhouse was gone.

His clothes returned again.

It’s just like what he had experienced in the bath just now, nothing happened.

"You break through the magical array of heavenly spirits, and your mind is enlightened, and you can learn the magical illusion of heavenly spirits - fantasy reality. Spiritual power +100, avatar experience +1. Initial skill proficiency + 100, current skill proficiency (100/1000)."

moment.

The experience of the tactics and the magical reality of the fantasy reality are printed in the mind of Yang Fan. Yang Fan’s heart is enlightened. When I look at the world in front of me, I feel that everything seems to be in the fog, and I feel more and more illusory. .

When you don't understand, everything in front of you is real, and you feel that everything is clearly visible, and what you see is what you hear.

With a little understanding of the training, everything in front of me is illusory, and I feel that everything is blurred, and what I see is illusory.

Yang Fan is now this feeling.

It is clear that I have just felt that my own world is extremely clear, but after the array of ideas and the illusion of the heavens are printed in his mind, the whole world seems to have changed.

Seeing that the mountain is not a mountain, the annual water is not water, and everything around it is so unreal.

"What the **** is going on? Did I just be in the real world, or have I been in the illusion?"

Yang Fan is puzzled.

His thoughts swept the sea and met the sea. The spirit of the millennium spirit was still watching the third episode of "Stupid Little Chicken" with gusto.

Zhong Ling is real.

But why did the bathroom just feel illusory?

And where is he now, how is it all around a void, without a touch of reality?

"It’s awesome! I didn’t expect you to use the less than ten minutes of time to completely crack the old man’s fantasy reality, amazing!”

Yang Fan’s ear suddenly heard a low and gentle sigh, and then he felt that his body was being pulled by an inexplicable suction. The front of his eyes was black and bright, and the brush was pulled to a quaint antique courtyard. in.

Wooden pavilion, stone chair, incense burner, purple smoke.

Together with the stream next to the pavilion, the moon in the sky is high.

There is a poetic atmosphere.

On the stone bench in the pavilion, there is a thin old man who needs to be white. He is carefully adjusting the fire to make tea, and the tea is fragrant, drifting in the direction of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan sniffed his nose and couldn't help but breathe.

Even if he usually drinks tea as a thirsty quencher, he feels that the taste of this pot of tea is definitely good.

Is this illusory or true?

Yang Fan didn't talk, staring at the old man and the environment around him for a long time, but he couldn't see any flaws.

"You are in the magical reality of the heavenly spirit for a minute, and your heart is touched. The understanding of the fantasy reality is further deepened. The tactical experience is +1, and the skill proficiency is +500."

Upon hearing the system prompt, Yang Fan confirmed that he should be in the illusion now, but the illusion here is really too real, and the real level of skill in his current dream reality can not see a little flaw.

A good and magical illusion.

A good enemy.

Not convinced.

"Why, isn't the young friend ready to come and sit down and have a big front door for a new husband?"

The old man who is cooking tea looks up at Yang Fan, caresses his beard and greets him softly.

Yang Fan converges on the heart, and the old man arches his hand: "This old gentleman invited, Xiaoke came to see him, and he was offended, dare to ask the old gentleman?"

Yang Fan did not dare to take it lightly. From the words of the old man and the magical means of calling him, the old man in front of him is an extremely powerful illusion master.

The real fantasy that he had experienced in the bathhouse before should be from his handwriting.

Fantasy reality, although it is a illusion, but it is a virtual reality, there is a virtual reality, the space possibility is fake, but there are thousands of chalcedony there are thousands of spiritual bodies, but they are real existence.

The millennium chalcedony spirit liquid, as well as the colorful Xuan Yu, is still quietly placed in his collection space. Zhong Ling has already agreed with him to become a companion spirit.

These are all things that are actually stored, and they are not allowed to be faked.

It is possible to take out the whole millennial chalcedony of the whole bathhouse as a bathing water, and take the extremely rare Millennium Spirit as the ultimate reward for passing customs. Such existence will certainly not be a simple matter.

Can't afford it.

Therefore, Yang Fan is now very well-behaved.

Courteous.

The old man in the pavilion really eats this set, watching Yang Fan so polite, the smile on his face is more prosperous.

"You don't have to be so cautious." The old man smiled and screamed at Yang Fan and said: "Come on, come to the opposite side of the old man, what's the story, let's talk slowly."

"Thank you, Mr. Old, it’s better to be respectful when you are born that night!"

Yang Fan once again arched the old man and then carefully stepped into the pavilion.

The smell of tea is more intense, and the smell of this is fixed. Yang Fan feels the spirit, and the whole mind is a piece of Qingming.

"You smell a scent of nine-level spirit tea, clear-eyed, spiritual strength, mental power +300, intelligence +1."

The prompts of the system followed, and Yang Fan’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but sniff his nose. As a result, the aroma remained the same, but there was no such thing as a clear-cut feeling.

The old man smiled and knew about Yang Fan’s actions.

"The ability to discover the mysterious nature of this big front door so quickly, your affinity for spiritual power is really extraordinary."

The old man sighed softly and looked more satisfied with Yang Fan’s gaze.

When I heard the name of the big front door, Yang Fan’s mouth couldn’t be pumped. The name got random and sounded like the name of a cigarette before the disaster.

“The old gentleman praised that the younger generation is just a little more powerful than the ordinary genius. It’s not worth mentioning.”

Yang Fan was modest and slowly sat down on the stone chair opposite the old man, whispering: "To tell the truth, the younger generation did not have any research on the tea ceremony, but the seniors had a look at the tea, but I wonder if the younger can have a good time later. A cup?"

"Nature!" The old man laughed and said, "When you invite a small friend to come here, it is to be a tea party friend. If you like it, you can drink a few more cups."

"I am not bragging, this big front door, except the old man here, on the whole source star, you can not find even a trace, it is definitely the best of the best."

The old man seems to enjoy Yang Fan's praise for his tea, and he feels good and unconsciously boasted.

"That is natural." Yang Fan thought deeply, continued to slap the ass, said: "Nine products of the spirit tea, the younger generation did not say that it was drinking, even the listener has never heard of it. It is the predecessor of yours Power, only have the ability to pick and get such a topping tea."

The old man's eyes glanced, and he couldn't help but look up at Yang Fan. "You are a good eye for this junior. You can see the grade of the old man's tea at a glance. It's good, good!"

"For a moment, the predecessors praised." Yang Fan once again asked the old man: "I don't know the name of the old man, I don't know if it is convenient to tell?"

Yang Fan had just tried to use an identification technique for the old man. As expected, the results of the appraisal were all a series of question marks and no information.

"A name is gone ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ not worth mentioning." The old man smiled and shook his head, whispered: "If you have to have a name, you can call the old husband Mr. Wu Liu."

Mr. Wu Liu?

Yang Fan was sour, this old man, when he did not read the book?

Mr. Wu Liu clearly shows the nickname of an ancient man, so that you have borrowed from shameless?

The heart was disdainful, but his face still smiled. Yang Fan met and said: "It turned out that Mr. Wu Liu was in the face, and the younger generation was polite."

"Dare to ask the seniors, where is this place? The seniors call the younger generation, will not just chat for tea?"

Yang Fan directly asked.

Mr. Wu Liu smiled a little and did not rush to answer. Instead, he gently picked up the teapot in his hand and slowly filled the cup in front of Yang Fan.

"A little bit of misunderstanding beforehand. Come, Xiaoyou and try the craftsmanship of the old man."