Building The Ultimate Fantasy

At the end of the game, Lu Fan leaned on the Qiandao chair, breathing a little.

The second game of "Yi Tian Shi", the wind and rain game, is more difficult than the mountain and river game, which is mainly contained in the chess game. The meaning of tempering the soul strength makes Lu Fan exhausted.

However, there is no doubt that the effect is good.

In the next game, although it took half a day, Lu Fan's soul strength was enhanced a little bit. In conjunction with the Gong Fa, the aura has grown a lot.

Today Lufan is the third layer of gas refining. To break through to the fourth layer of gas refining, it is necessary to have a full 9,000 strands of aura to reach the upper limit of 10,000 strands, and upgrade to the fourth layer of gas refining.

The difficulty is huge, but Lu Fan is not without opportunities.

He has another task that has not been completed.

Make Bai Yujing a transcendental force. Once completed, you can get 1,000 rewards for disposable attributes.

With these 1,000 points, there is no doubt that Lu Fan's strength can achieve a qualitative leap and leap.

It can even step into the fourth layer of gas refining in an instant.

Stretched a lazy waist, controlled the Qiandao chair to move forward slowly, out of the pavilion, and came to the terrace.

The wind after a heavy rain, with a moist feeling, came out, full of leisure.

The scarlet carved wooden fence was soaked by rain, and there were crystal water drops hanging on it.

Lu Fan's palm gently brushed over the wooden fence, and the water on it suddenly evaporated.

under.

He also heard the words of Lu Mudu and Lu Dongxuan.

"Three sons and daughters come to Beiluo?"

Lu Panyu narrowed his eyes.

Daozong Xie Yunling, the sword sent East China, the organs of the family lost the feathers, the sons of the three hundred forces of the three great forces, once led the existence of an era.

Finger lightly on the wooden bar.

Lu Fanxiran seemed to understand something.

He was leaning on a wheelchair and was quite expectant.

"Before the end of an era, do you not leave yourself regretful?"

"That being the case, that's all for you."

Lu Fan's voice lingered on the second floor of the terrace.

Lord Baiyu Jinglou.

Lu Mu who was making tea moved his throat, and Lu Dongxuan's words had some impact on him.

Suddenly, Lv Muyue understood that it turned out ... Unconsciously that Bai Yujing was already strong to this level, and the era of the hundred scholars would end.

Lu Mudui still remembers the picture that Lu Fan was pointed at by the Confucian Qianfu in Beiluo City.

In a blink of an eye, Lu Shaozhu, who was referred to by Qianfu, has become a synonym for the unpredictable, belonging to the era of Bai Yujing ... soon to really come.

"Mu right, let the news out and let everyone in the world know the news. These old guys should let the world know it again."

Lu Dongxuan said with emotion.

They used to be resounding figures in the world.

Nowadays, perhaps the world would be amazed when it comes to mentioning the sons of various families, but who knows the names Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu?

"Well."

Lu Mu stood up and took a bamboo stick to leave.

He wrote a message with a pen, stuffed it into the leg of Tianji Pigeon, and left his fluttering white feathers.

Emperor Beijing.

Teahouse in the alley.

The beautiful woman received the white pigeon, she took the message on the white pigeon's feet, looked at it, and her eyes were slightly fixed.

She folded the stationery solemnly and set foot on the top floor of the pavilion.

Write down the message, let it fly, and spread the world.

The station of Tianjige, one pass two, two pass three ...

Soon, the news was received everywhere in Da Zhou.

Whether it is martial arts or temples, there is a slight commotion, and many people seem to expect something unusual.

The three boys went to Beiluo with a decisive meaning.

It's a little bit twilight, meaning the last struggle against fate.

Many Wulin people got the news. Some 100 disciples all left in silence and rushed to Beiluo to see a great event.

...

West County, within the account.

The overlord got the news, and there was a slight flicker in his eyes.

"The moth blazes."

Xiang Shaoyun sighed.

Rubbing his hands, the secret letter in his hands was rubbed to ashes.

"Even if you add Mo Beike and Kong Xiu, you can't win ..."

"The era of a hundred scholars has come to an end."

Xiang Shaoyun shook his head, feeling sorrowful.

He stood up, outside the tent, the moonlight was cold, he walked slowly to Yuehua, and came to the edge of a big stone in Dongyan River.

Looking at the rushing river water and white water droplets in the East Yan River, the waves disappeared to the east, and the waves washed away the heroes.

Xiang Shaoyun looked at the river and raised his fist.

He wants to get stronger.

If he does not become strong, he will one day end like a hundred families.

...

Emperor Beijing.

Inside the Imperial City Chamber.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the secret letter in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his finger on the table.

"Bei Luolu Shaozhu ... the world's first practice force, Bai Yujing."

Tang Xiansheng spit out words one after another.

"It's a daunting force."

He looked at Tang Yimo, who was leaning against the door, and slowly said, "Yimo."

Tang Yimo pushed in the door.

"I wanted to go to Bai Yujing tomorrow, but once my father leaves the emperor capital, I am afraid he will be assassinated by various means."

"You are a practitioner, and tomorrow you will go to Beiluo City instead of your father to see this showdown that shocked the world."

Tang Xiansheng said with a mild smile.

Tang Yimo frowned.

Although he was unwilling, Tang Yimo still refused, and finally nodded, and said, "Okay."

After that, there was no sound and disappeared into the night.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the disappearance of Tang Yimo.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

...

The next day.

The sky is still a little gloomy.

The heavy rain in the clouds was gestating, and the depression was breathless.

From a distance, Heiyun is crushing the city.

Plain outside Beiluo.

Three horse-drawn carriages came slowly, raising the billowing dust, and the sound of the horse's hoof tore the morning silence.

The three coachmen were a little nervous, with an inexplicable sense of depression, which made them breathless.

The carriage stopped on the plain five miles from Beiluo.

The curtain opened, and three people projected their sights inside the carriage.

"North Luo ..."

Xie Yun was inspired.

After that, walked out of the carriage and stepped on the gravel.

Huadong Liu was carrying a sword, and also stepped out of the carriage.

The three elders, aged, have vicissitudes on their faces.

With ease, determination, and expectation, they got off at Wuli, Beiluo, and walked to Beiluo on foot.

Above the walls of Bei Luo City.

Lu Changkong wore an armor, and looked directly at the three old men who walked slowly under the gloomy sky under the city wall.

Luo Yue and Luo Cheng stood beside him.

Luo Cheng's face was a little surprised.

"Is this the son of Daozong, sword school, and organist?"

Lu Changkong nodded slightly.

"Why did they rush to Beiluo like this? Young master ... not what they can compete with!"

Luo Yue could not help frowning.

"They are strong, but they are also human, and the young master who got the fairy edge already belongs to the inhuman ..."

Lu Changkong took his hand and shook his head: "They just don't want to sink an era in obscurity. They are using their methods to inform the world that they have stood on top."

Luo Cheng and Luo Yue suddenly became silent.

They understood what an era in Lu Changkong's mouth meant.

The three sons represent the era of the sons and daughters.

And Lu Fan, representing the era of Bai Yujing.

From the time when the Tianji family returned to Shun Bai Yujing, these hundred scholars felt that sooner or later, Bai Yujing would surpass them.

"Open the city gate."

Lu Changkong Road.

His eyes flickered. He was a heir to the family. Although the peasants of the hundreds of families have long been lonely, compared to forces such as Taoism and sword school, but ... after all, he was also a member of a brilliant collision.

Crunch, crunch ...

The heavy dullness opens.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Yuyu looked up at the tower and saw Lu Changkong couldn't help smiling.

Lu Changkong stood above the city and nodded slightly towards the three.

"Let's go ..."

"Unfortunately, only three of us are old guys now. If we can gather the others, it will be lively."

Xie Yunling said.

Mobei did not enter Beiluo, Kong Xiu closed the attic, and Wei Luan had already fallen.

Of the hundreds, very few can really walk with them in Beiluo.

At this time, when I looked back, I found that the people who had been with me have disappeared into the long river of time.

The three figures, stepped into Beiluo City in a dull dark cloud.

As the three people disappeared.

The gates of Beiluo City closed slowly.

Boom!

Closed like a dusty year.

Outside North Luo.

From left to right, each carriage came slowly, raising smoke and stagnation ten miles outside Beiluo City.

Mo Beike looked at the closed gate, his heavy bags under his eyes shook slightly.

There was also a slight trembling on his back.

Mo Ju leaned on the carriage and feather fan scarf.

the other side.

Inside the carriage, Guo Xiong, lying down, looked at the gloomy sky, wondering what he was thinking about.

Mo Tianyu took a wine gourd and poured wine into his mouth.

Inside Beiluo.

The long street was cleaned, and pedestrians on both sides were scarce. The three elders entered Beiluo City, stepped on Qingshi, and stepped towards Beiluo Lake.

The tea houses, restaurants, etc. along the long street are full of people.

Tang Yimo sat by the window of the restaurant, drank wine, and stared at the three old men walking under his eyes.

He settled the bill, left the restaurant, and followed the old man far behind.

Beiluo Lake is not far.

Xie Yunling arrived soon.

Looking at the Beiluo Lake shrouded in heavy mist, Xie Yunling, East China Stream, and Gong Yuyu felt inexplicably pressured and relieved.

"Are you afraid?"

Xie Yunling turned his head, glanced at the straight East China stream with a straight waist, and laughed.

"Afraid? When my swordsman's name was around the world, Lu Ping'an was not born yet."

East China has a blowing nose.

"Be quiet, have you never heard of Lu Ping's temper?"

The male loser glanced at East China Stream, and his hoarse voice sounded.

Just when the three were arguing.

In Beiluo Lake, a flat boat came swaying.

The lake rippled and separated like curtains to the sides.

An old man in white with a big gold chain around his neck sat on the lone boat with a smirk.

"It's Lu Dongxuan's old thing."

"This guy's dog nose is the most intelligent. I'm afraid that I knew Bai Yujing's power long ago, so I turned to Bai Yujing ~ www.readwn.com ~ Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu could not help but talk.

Lu Dongxuan stood up from the ship.

Holding the hand, nodding slightly towards the three.

Xie Yunling laughed.

Taking a step forward, the blood and blood roared, spotted on the lake, and rippled, and actually walked on the lake.

Jian Sheng Hualiu glanced at Xie Yunling's action, and dismissed his nose.

The sword in his hand was thrown abruptly, and his body was performing light work, stepping on the thrown sword and heading for the lone boat.

As for the male loser, he jumped into the lake, and the shoes under his feet changed, pushing his body towards the lake.

The three of them went to the flat boat with their own means.

The flat boat began to wave, and headed for the lake.

The thick fog soon engulfed them.

Tang Yimo stood by the lake, the blood in his body was silent, and the aura in Qidan seemed to freeze.

As if there was a horrible existence in that lake, his heart throbbed.

"North Luo ... Luo Shaozhu!"

It wasn't the first time Tang Yimo heard the name, but it was the first time he felt the horror brought by the name.

The cloud that has accumulated for a long time can't hold it.

There are raindrops like a curtain, falling from the sky, and the connection of the water and the sky makes the whole lake wave.

On a lone boat.

The four old men did not cover the rain, and they sat in a lone boat and remained silent.

The more rippling into the lake, the more you can feel the pressure that exists between heaven and earth.

Finally, the lone boat no longer moved forward.

The thick fog burst.

With the rain on the sky, they finally saw the island.

I saw that Huxin Island, which looks like a fairy island.

There is a pavilion on the island and a terrace on the pavilion. There are teenagers in white clothes sitting in silver wheelchairs, holding one chin in one hand, and playing chess in the other.

The grandmother holds an umbrella and the boy plays chess.

Like a splendid picture scroll.