Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"Sub-mission quest 2: Build a detachment force from scratch [Current quest progress: detachment prototype, Beiluo]"

"Congratulations to the host for completing the prototype of the detached force, 'Bai Yujing', to obtain 10 disposable attributes."

提示 "Tip: Host, please keep up your efforts to make 'Bai Yujing' a detachment force, and you are expected to gain 1000 disposable attributes."

In front of him, the emergence of Ning Zhao Fenghua peerless.

In front of Lu Fan's eyes, the system prompts the words.

"Mission ... Any new progress?"

Lu Fanmeiyu could not help but pick it out. After reading it, he could not help exhaling.

结果 This result surprised him a little.

He thought that it would be possible to have a disposable attribute reward if he wanted to create a transcendental force that surpassed the entire family of 100. However, there was no distinction in this task.

After all, it is a long and arduous process for Lufan's current level of gas refining to create a force that is truly above the princes.

What really brightens Lu Fan's eyes is the system prompt.

If you really make "Bai Yujing" into a detachment force, you can actually get 1000 disposable attribute points and 1,000 disposable attribute points, that is 10,000 strands of aura!

In other words, if he can get these attribute points, he can at least step into the third layer of gas refining.

However, Lu Fan quickly frowned.

Because of such a comparison, he suddenly found that refining gas ... it was so difficult!

1 soul strength attribute, can only be exchanged for 10 auras.

In other words, 1000 attribute points can only allow him to enter the third layer of gas refining ...

And if you want to refine 100 layers of gas, how many attribute points do you get?

He thought he might be crazy.

Therefore, Lu Fan also understands that relying solely on attribute points to improve the level of gas refining is definitely not feasible.

There are definitely other ways to improve the level of gas refining.

For example, preaching Taichung cultivates practitioners, and commissions the aura they have cultivated.

This is just one method, there may be other methods, but he has not encountered it yet.

Plutonium can even try to make gas by itself.

Take back my mind.

far away.

Wu Ningzhao dragged the figure and walked over.

Her breath was a little ups and downs, with a flush of excitement on Qiao's face.

"Son, slaves, after arranging the 'Bai Yujing' thing, rushed from Huxin Island to help the son. On the way, they encountered this fugitive swordsman ...

Lu Lu's eyes fell on the sword-sword swordsman with a nasty and swollen face.

Pouting corners could not help but draw.

Nie Changqing beside Lu Lufan was also a little speechless.

They all recognize it at this moment, this swordsman ... isn't it just the Sword Master who hasn't escaped from under their eyes twice?

This sword school master did not participate in the battle, and every time they met they ran.

Lu Lufan and Nie Changqing were too lazy to bother.

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

never expected……

人 This man was actually caught by Ning Zhao.

It's too bad, right?

With a swollen and nasty face, he seemed to have deep doubts about life.

"well done……"

Lu Lufan also cried and laughed a little, but thanks to Ningzhao, perhaps because she captured the sword-sect master, she decided in advance to complete the branch task.

"This swordsman hides four swords, but is the six-song master ... How can you win?"

Around Lu Fan, Nie Changqing held the pig-knives and began to wonder.

Xie Ningzhao's strength, Nie Changqing knew that when he was a grandmaster, he was second-handed.

Although there are two auras of spirit in his body, but he catches alive ...

Qi Lufan's face also showed curiosity.

Xun Ning Zhaoxiu raised his hand lightly, pulled the blue silk that fell from his forehead, his lips lightly, and laughed.

"In the beginning, Slaves was indeed not the opponent of the swordsman. It seemed to be alive, but ... At the time of life and death, Slaves' heart was like a mirror, but he realized by accident ..."

"As soon as the spirit hit, the sword sect master lost his war and was desperate to run away, and the slave master seized the opportunity and ... he swollen his face and swollen, and captured it."

Spirit pressure?

Nie Changqing froze.

Lu Lufan's eyes brightened, looking at his face with a little proud Ningzhao, his mouth slightly raised.

来 "Come, let the boy feel your pressure."

Lu Fan gently stroked his palm, said.

"喏."

Wu Ningzhao threw down the sword-singer Jing Yue with a swollen nose, and the aura in Qi Dan was mobilized.

"My son ... offended."

Green silk fluttering, white skirt 蹁 跹.

Boom!

The next moment, between the interweaving of the aura, there was a sense of depression in the ground, pressing down on Lu Fan.

The dust was flying on the ground, and Lu Fan's white robes fluttered, and his hair was blown away.

Sui Yiyue's face turned pale for a moment, feeling that her chest was crushed by the boulder. She was out of breath, her long legs were trembling slightly.

Ni Yu is okay. She is carrying a spirit-pressing chessboard and is not affected at all in the face of spirit-pressing, such as Muchunfeng.

"It's not bad, the weak is weaker, at least I'm getting started. Sister Ning, the blood-moving technique you learned is also the blood-moving technique of your father, right?"

Lu Lu laughed lightly.

Jian Ningzhao did understand the spiritual pressure, but the spiritual pressure formed by the two strands of aura and Lu Fan's pressure are simply incomparable.

However, in battle, it can be a weapon to win.

Jing Yue, who has a nasal and blushing face, is the best proof.

"Yes."

Ning Ning Zhaoqi returned to Dan Tian, ​​her face was slightly rosy, and she bowed.

"Tomorrow, when you come to find my son, I will practice the Dhamma, assisted by the Dhamma, and the power of spiritual pressure can be further improved."

Lu Fandao.

"Thank you son."

Ning Ning Zhao Qiao's face was a joy.

Lu Lufan said no more, his gaze shifted, and fell on Jing Yue who was climbing up from the ground, ready to sneak away.

In the Qiqi Dan, fifty strands of aura cross crisscross.

Boom!

I rolled up, Jing Yue who wanted to run like a cunning rabbit.

五 Suddenly, the five bodies were thrown into the ground, the cheeks and the ground collided intimately, the bridge of the nose was almost bumped, and blood splattered out ...

That's horrible.

Xi Jingjing has an urge to cry ...

苟 He has been so long, only one shot, he planted.

He just wants to live ... is it so difficult?

Is the outside world already so dangerous? !!

"Still running?"

Qi Lufan supported his chin with one hand, and lightly on the thin woolen blanket covering his thigh with one hand.

He dispelled the pressure.

Wu Jingyue got up from the ground.

Wu Ningzhao had come behind Lu Fan, and Su Yi put his hand on the wheelchair handle, Yi Yue stepped aside, and there was still fear in his face.

Nie Changqing held a pig-killer and looked at Jing Yue indifferently.

The moonlight was getting colder.

Wu Jingyue, while wiping her nosebleed, looked at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair while warm.

He knows that there are only two options today.

Strangle or die.

As one of the seven chivalrous swordsmen, how could he choose to surrender? It was an insult to Kendo, and it was a trample on one's sword heart.

Crackling!

Later, Jing Yue's legs softened and she knelt.

He didn't hesitate a little bit, kneeling in front of Lu Fan.

"I ... I surrender, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will not run."

Lu Fan was a little stunned, didn't he say that the swordsman and the like are all strong and strong, and would rather die unyielding?

This guy ... known as the Sword Master, why is there no such thing as a temper?

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

Wu Jingyue's nose and swollen face was very embarrassing, but she was very fashionable.

Lu Lufan leaned on a wheelchair and just looked at Jing Yue lightly.

I looked at the other person's body, shivering, his face turned whiter.

After a long time.

Lu Lucai lightly touched the thin wool blanket with his fingers, and spoke indifferently.

"It's OK to surrender."

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

Uh ...

Beiluo City at night, lonely like a male lion standing on the flat ground.

Horseshoe trample sounded.

Three hundred iron riders returned from the plains.

Lu Changkong pumped his whip fiercely, the horse hissed, and the horse rushed ahead.

The remaining scattered guards of the rampart wall saw Lu Changkong returning at a speed, and he was excited to report.

With the heavy city gate, the bolts were pulled up, and the door panels opened wide to the sides.

Qi Lu Changkong froze, looking at the scattered guards on the city wall, and clenched his teeth.

With so many guards missing, something really happened in the city.

He rushed into Beiluo City with a three hundred iron rider and a rickety five-horse car pulled by a horse.

As soon as he entered the city, he smelled the killing and blood in the air.

The heart of Lu Changkong ...

Suddenly he sank.