Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

The clouds are hazy.

Everyone on the island who had just experienced the horror and pressure was afraid to say nothing.

Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and looking at the sky, a ray of spirituality had quietly stretched.

After accepting this world-level upgrade assessment, Lu Fan was ready to face a strong enemy. To be honest, since his debut, Lu Fan has not encountered any decent enemies.

The sons of the Yin and Yang family were counted as one ...

At least, get him up from the wheelchair.

However, unfortunately, he couldn't carry a trick at all. The corpses of the Yin and Yang family, Wei Luan, were all cool.

At that time, Lu Fan was really disappointed.

No one can fight.

Since the sons of the yin and yang family, Lu Fan's strength has improved a lot. Today, there are already few rivals.

And this time the task prompts that there will be a situation in which the Lord of the Planes of Zhongwu World comes as a spiritual avatar.

Lu Fan actually has some expectations.

I don't know if the plane master can get him up from a wheelchair?

Of course, in order to give some respect to the other party, Lu Fan is also a bit urgent.

Waited for a long time.

The wind blew gently, shaking the chrysanthemums on the island from side to side.

There was a slight ripple on the lake, however, nothing happened.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

The dark clouds also began to dissipate quietly, exposing bright sunlight.

"Ok?"

"Don't you come directly? Or maybe you'll come somewhere else?"

Lu Pan frowned.

Huxin Island is still light and light.

The four Wanderer mission reminders will come in three months, but ... the master of the Zhongwu world did not say so.

Therefore, Lu Fan guessed that it would come immediately.

Lu Fan waited for half a day, without any movement, he felt dull and lost interest.

In fact, Lu Fan didn't really have much worry in his heart. After all, with his current strength, the third layer of gas refining, and according to the combat effectiveness, he actually surpassed his body and entered Zhongwu.

How much worry can Lu Fan have?

What made him curious were the wanderers.

According to a systematic explanation, those wanderers are those who have been eliminated after the failure to build the world.

They wandered in the nothingness between the thousands of worlds, waiting to seize the world and restore the glory day again.

Compared with the masters of the Zhongwu world, these wanderers may have a stronger desire for the world and a greater threat to Lu Fan's mission.

Leaning on a wheelchair.

Lu Pan frowned, it seems ... that he can no longer continue with salted fish.

The wheelchair automatically pushed the landing fan slowly down the second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lord Lou, on the island.

Reiki storm gradually dissipated, peach blossom blossomed brilliantly, chrysanthemum swayed in the wind, like a fairyland-like picture.

"My son."

When Lu Fan just came downstairs.

After finishing Ningqi, Ning Zhao opened her eyes, Yan Ting stood up and bowed respectfully.

Ni Yu was holding a black pot, her face flushed, and she stood up.

Xie Yunling, Gonglu Yu, and East China Liu, all three children, looked at Lu Fan in astonishment. This was the first time they saw Lu Fan up close.

They looked at the legendary Lu Shaozhu.

Sitting in a silver wheelchair, the handguards of the wheelchair placed one or two chess boxes to the left and right.

Bai Xuesheng Xue, red lips and white teeth, looks like a flirtatious man reading poetry books.

Hua Dongliu looked at Lu Fan, and never thought that the existence of a peerless sword was such a handsome young man.

"Lu Shaozhu."

Three people arched.

A lone boat floated in the distance.

Lu Dongxuan also carried the clothes and landed on the shore.

Lu Fan glanced at the three of them, nodding slightly.

"Since it's over, go back."

Lu Fandao.

East China Stream, Xie Yunling, and the male losers were slightly surprised.

"Isn't Master Shao going to collect me and wait? Why did you let me wait?"

Xie Yunling was a little confused and couldn't help but speak.

"Well……"

Lu Fan sat on the Qiandao chair, glanced at Xie Yunling, and groaned slightly.

"makes sense."

"From today on, Daozong, the sword school, and the institutions are all under the influence of Bai Yujing ..."

"Renamed, Taoge, Jiange, Guange ..."

"However, unlike Tianjige, Bai Yujing will not restrict your development. It does not matter if you compete with each other. As long as you don't destroy each other, everything is easy to say."

"Every two years, there will be an assessment. Based on the assessment results, Bai Yujing will award rewards accordingly, such as spiritual stones, practice methods, magic tools, etc ..."

Lu Fan's fingers lightly on the wheelchair guard, said lightly.

The voice lingered on the pavilion, but it made Xie Yunling and other sons gradually change their looks.

Lu Fan's meaning is obvious, Bai Yujing will not interfere with their development, and even let them go to fight.

Xie Yunling never expected that it would end like this.

However, this is the best ending for Xie Yunling and Daozong, and even a rare opportunity.

Daozong has a big advantage over the sword school, because Daozong has a dragon gate!

Longmen is the best secret place for cultivating practitioners. Among them, Daozong's disciples' strength can be greatly exercised, and they will definitely surpass the organists and swordsmen!

"Thank you, Master Shao!"

Did not speak too much.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu and Gongyu Yu are all archers.

"In the future, you will call me a son like Lao Lu ..."

Lu Fan nodded slightly, said.

"Also, remind you, there will be a big change in the world, so you need to prepare early."

Lu Fandao.

Xie Yunling, the three of them for a moment, did not seem to understand what Lu Fan meant to remind.

Will the world change?

Is Lu Fan talking about disputes in the world?

The eunuchs finally want to take action on the Da Zhou Dynasty?

But it is also that the world must be divided for a long time.

For the temples, they are not like the Confucianism and Mohists, but they have not intervened much.

However, since Lu Fan said it, Xie Yunling and others accepted it with an open mind.

"Thank you for reminding me."

Lu Fandu looked at their expressions, but said nothing.

The task of upgrading the assessment at the world level is not bad.

Nowadays, although the reiki has revived, the whole week has entered the era of practitioners, but most people have not yet entered the ultimate pursuit of practice.

Instead, I feel that practitioners are fundamental to determining the situation in the world.

What Lu Fan hopes is that everyone can make use of spiritual resources to break through the realm as soon as possible.

Instead of interfering in the temple and competing for the world ...

No matter how good the world is, can it be important for the world to upgrade?

"Go on."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

Signaled that Xie Yunling and others could leave.

Hua Dongliu picked up the old sword that had been inserted into the ground. This old sword that had accompanied him for decades, but the sword body was densely cracked, as if it was going to crack at any time.

East China Liu smiled and waved his sword into the sheath, but he did not care.

He arched his hand toward the landing, then ran away.

The sword school was renamed Jianmen since then. Although East China Liu had regrets, he didn't have too much dislike. After all ... it was lucky to save the sword school instead of being destroyed directly.

Moreover, in the heart of East China Liu ... there is an inexplicable heat flow.

Jianmen's competitor is Daomen.

There will be an assessment after two years, when ... the battle between Jianmen and Daomen!

As for the organs of the public defeat ... the disciples of the organs were all killed and wounded in the battle for the destruction of the Mojia organ city.

Therefore, East China Liu did not care.

What's more, the organist's strongest weapon is a hidden weapon. The hidden weapon "Storm Pear" has been used once.

It has been scrapped.

A "storm rain pear flower" spent the whole life of the public defeat, East China Liu had to admit.

The raindrops are strong.

If the target is not Lu Shaozhu, replace him with Huadongliu, he will die.

The condensed essence of the life of the organs and family members will show the ultimate beauty in an instant. If it were not for a monster like Lu Shaozhu, who could stop it?

Therefore, it is not a concern to lose the strength of the rainstorm pear flower and lose the strength of the public.

Xie Yunling also bowed toward the landing.

The princes of the government officials lost their feathers.

Xie Yunling and East China did not say anything. The two left and floated on a lone boat.

"Why don't you leave?"

Lu Fan looked at the male loser.

For the male loser, he was able to create a hidden weapon such as "storm rain pear flower".

With almost a hidden weapon, the level of combat power of the entire world is elevated.

Therefore, Lu Fan still appreciates it.

"My son ..."

The hoarseness of the male feathers sounded.

His small body shivered a few times, then arched his hands, kneeling on the ground, his forehead against the ground.

"I have only one male loser now. My male loser has been pursuing the ultimate in organ mechanics all his life, but in the end, it will be empty. I beg you to let me stay on the island and spend the rest of my life quietly."

The voice of the male loser was a bit lonely, wrapped in a bit of helplessness.

far away.

Lu Dongxuan touched the big gold chain on his neck and sighed.

Compared with other hundred forces, the government officials have quite strict requirements on their disciples. They must not only be lonely, but also gifted.

After all, it is natural to have no talent to create a hidden weapon, such a delicate thing as a beast.

There were not many disciples in the institution.

The overlord attacked the city of organs, destroyed a lot of organ beasts, and the disciples of the organ families who controlled the organ beasts died tragically. As a result, there is only one miserable situation for the organ families.

Moreover, the life of the male loser has been spent on the creation of the hidden weapon "storm rain pear flower". Now that the rain rain pear flower has been urged, he equates to the loss of motivation and passion.

He was old, as if getting older.

It was a tang and twilight after a person lost his faith.

Lu Fan leaned on a wheelchair and looked at the male loser kneeling on the ground, his eyes were calm.

"In a month, you can create‘ storm rain pear flowers ’again and you can stay.”

Lu Fandao.

The words fell, and the spiritual knowledge wrapped in "Refiner's Note", turned into a bit of golden mansions, and entered the eyebrows of the male loser.

After that, Lu Fan stopped paying attention to the shocking male loser, and with the push of Ning Zhao, the wheelchair came to the cramped girl sitting on the bluestone ladder holding the lute.

Yueyue's face was a little agitated and a little cramped.

Lu Fan's strength is obvious to all. There is no doubt about it.

It is like ordinary people seeing the emperor's cramps and tensions.

"I said, if you can envelop the aura into the arpeggio, you can stay, and you have done it."

Lu Fandao.

Haoyue Qiao's face became red with tension and excitement.

"Male ... My son ..."

Lu Fan waved his hands, said.

"Play a song, I listen."

The next month, he hurriedly bowed his head, hugged the pipa, and sat on the bluestone stairs with his long legs folded together.

When Yueyue closed her eyes, she watched the pipa tunes as the four sons fought with Lu Fan.

With a calm heart, Qu Yin became more and more rushed, like a wind formed by a sword, with a sharp edge and a killing.

It was a continuous advance, so as not to leave a regretful attack.

The aura was wrapped in the sound of the piano, spreading out, and the debris on the ground was beating.

There is still a cutting force in the faint.

Unfortunately, it is still worse.

The song is over.

The solemnity and annihilation on Yueyue's face disappeared, and she changed into a little haste.

"Good ... what's the title of this song?"

Lu Fan tapped his fingers on his hand and made a crisp sound, asking.

"Yeah," Yueyue was cramped.

"My son, this song is still unknown. If the son doesn't hate it, can we get one for this song?"

Respectfully said.

Ning Zhao heard the words, and her red lips froze slightly.

This girl ... let the boy get his name.

Ni Yu also raised her hand to stroke her forehead, and let the son name, you seem to be making me laugh.

Bai Qingniao was eager to try, she was most interested in her name.

It seemed that Bai Qingniu was eager to try. In the gap of her chest, there was a little Fengyi in her head, and she rolled her eyes.

Faced with Yue Yue's excited and expectant eyes.

Lu Fan felt that he could not fail the goodwill of the other party.

Therefore, frowning slightly, he fell into deep thought.

On the lake.

The lone boat wandered gently. Nie Changqing shouldered the aunt and stood on it. In order to avoid meeting Xie Yunling, Nie Changqing deliberately waited for Xie Yunling to leave, and Fang was on the island.

The breeze blew, the white shirt hunted.

The appearance of the island was finally clear.

On the island.

Lu Fan breathed out a sigh of relief, and met Ji Yue's hope.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and he said, "This song is created by you to observe the extreme elegance of the four sons before the end of the era. Then ... it's called" Sun will not fall "."

Every month.

Ning Zhao, standing behind a wheelchair, pursed her red lips ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Sure enough ...

Ni Yu pursed her lips, she couldn't smile. If she smiled, the son's pitaya-like eyes would probably stare at her.

however.

Ni Yu didn't laugh.

Xiao Feng, who had a head in Bai Qingniu's chest, couldn't help but raised her wings and called "唧唧", it seemed like ... laughing.

Ni Yu glanced at Xiao Fengyi, but couldn't help but laughed.

Laughter haunted the islands.

After a long time ...

Laughter gradually diminished, and finally the island was silent.

"My son, if I say I'm laughing at that chicken ... do you believe it?"

"Male ... My son ... I was wrong!"