Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Wu Yuehua projected through the scarlet carved wooden window and projected on the rice paper on the paved desk, reflecting the shining light.

Alder bed curtains hang down.

Lu faintly, Lu Fanpan sat on it.

As soon as my mind was moved, the system panel came out.

Host: Lu Fan

Title: Gas Refiner (Permanent)

Gas refining layers: 2 (3 layers progress: 100/1000 strands)

Soul strength: 11 (convertible: 2)

Physical strength: 1 (convertible: 1)

Aura: 92 strands

Transformation Award: "Chuangxuan Refining Gas"

In the world rating: Five Phoenix Continent [Low Wu]

Permissions: [Task], [Preacher], [Reiki Release]

Branch authority: [Wanfa Oven (LV1)]

Spiritual Tool: Spiritual Pressure Chessboard

Disposable attribute points: 10

Lu Lufan's mouth slightly picked, and the entry of 10 attribute points was an unexpected delight, which made him quite satisfied.

He touched his chin, thought and analyzed after a while.

Lu Lufan dominated and divided up 10 attribute points.

Add 9 points to soul strength and 1 point to body.

Lufan ’s soul strength also officially entered 20 points, and the exchangeable soul strength left 11 points.

Boom!

完成 Complete with the control of attribute points.

Lu Lu suddenly felt that his soul was baptized again.

He felt like an indulgence, making his eyes extremely bright and bright in the dark.

Soul strength, each time you cross 10 points, there will be a clear sense of improvement.

Lu Lufan felt that his five senses and six senses became clearer. It seemed that the blood flow in the body could be clearly perceived.

The ability to control things is stronger. Originally, it could only control the direction of rotation of the wheelchair. Today, I am afraid that it can control the wheelchair to travel in a hurry.

This is ascension.

Qi Lufan's heart moved slightly. Perhaps, as the strength of the soul increases, afterwards, it may reach the level of consciousness that Xiu Xianren calls.

A ray of divine knowledge spans thousands of miles, and everything in the world is at heart.

I withdrew my heart, and Lu Fan suppressed the emotions in my heart.

He was not stunned by joy, and to make the low-armed continent into a fantasy world, it is not enough for him to become stronger.

My heart moved and landed on the evangelistic column.

When Lu Fan was about to sink his mind into the preaching platform, Lu Fanmei Yu slightly picked.

I looked up to the window of Zhu Hong carved flowers.

On the roof of Luolu House.

There was a man, carrying a wine gourd, stepping on a brick, light as a swallow, coming chic.

The Confucian shirt fluttered and curled up, showing her breasts, spreading her head, arrogant in the wind.

Who is this ...?

Lu Lufan was a little confused.

He opened a killing ring in Beiluo City, and the killer was trembling.

I actually have someone who dares to break into Lufu late at night.

Is it true that Yi Gao is bold or ... isn't he afraid of death?

Uh ...

Ji Ningzhao stood on the roof, her white skirt fluttered, her eyes were picturesque.

She held out a cicada-winged sword in her hand, the sword body was almost transparent, and under the moonlight, it flashed ice-crystal-like fluorescence.

"Who is yours?"

"Crushing into Lufu late at night is a death penalty."

The long hair hanging down the waist in the wind drifted in the wind, and the cold words lingered in the night.

In the other courtyard.

Wu Jingyue put his **** together and wiped it on the yellow pear wood sword box. A sword suddenly came out of the sheath and was held in his hand.

This is his first show after becoming a servant of Lu Fan. Although helpless, but ...

In order to make a good impression on Lu Fan, this first show, he has to sell something.

Above the eaves of the roof, Mo Tianyu had a bright moon disc on his head and stomped on the blue tile. He came out chicly, but there was no sound. This light work is excellent.

"The madman draws strokes in the mountains and mountains, and the copper hexagram laughs at heaven!"

"First Confucian ... Mo Tianyu!"

As one of the Seven Chivalry Swordsmen, Jing Jingyue has a natural vision and recognizes this shawl, holding a gourd, holding his chest open, and holding the Motian language of wine gourd.

The name of the gatekeeper of the Shu Kingdom, the first disciple of Confucianism, is quite famous among the hundreds of scholars.

之上 Above the roof.

He sips a sip of wine, the liquor is swaying, and a soft laughter floats.

姑娘 "Girl, the visit came late at night, Tang suddenly, but I am here to visit your father-in-law under the order of the Master, and I hope to see you."

Wu Ningzhao's eyes were frozen, flashing coldly.

"His name is trespassing, not calling ..."

"Retreat, otherwise ... dead."

Ji Ningzhao's cold voice was not loud. She seemed afraid of waking Lu Fan, so she lowered her voice.

Momo Tianyu drank his wine and continued to laugh.

"I calculated two hexagrams. When it came to your son, I made mistakes. In order to find out why, today I must count in front of your son."

Mo Tianyu stepped on the blue tile, his shirt fluttered.

In his tone, he was arrogant and fearless.

Ning Zhaodai frowned slightly.

Underneath, Jing Yue's **** shot continuously on the yellow pear wood sword box behind him.

The remaining three swords also popped up.

"It is rumored that the first Confucianist, Mo Tianyu, was called a madman, disobeying heaven, and disobediently, except for Confucian masters, and no one, and today I see ... it really has a well-deserved reputation and arrogance."

Wu Jing crossing.

His words dropped, his body suddenly spun, his legs tilted back, and he kicked on the hilt of the three long swords that popped out of the yellow pear wood sword box.

Suddenly, three swords burst out straight.

Sword school, flying swordsmanship.

"I said how the sword faction defeated, it turned out that you are so rebellious."

Mo Tianyu, radiating from his beard, holding a gourd, glanced at Jing Yue dismissively.

I took a sip of wine.

Squirted upwind.

The wine liquor swelled, as if transformed into a mist of wine, and under the moon, it seemed like a dragon was born.

And three flying swords collided together, each drop of liquor contains a mighty force.

Ji Jingyue's sword was suddenly hit by a powerless fly and fell on the roof.

"Slight trails, boring."

Mo Tianyu smiled.

In the small courtyard, Jing Yue shuddered and turned out to be a ruthless man. The first Confucianist ... he really wasn't comparable.

At this moment, Jing Yue's heart urged to run away.

I can't ...

Sui Jing suddenly felt a little bit sad, because he found that his identity now does not allow him to turn around freely.

I can't go back anymore.

However, he thought of Lu Pan's unpredictable power.

Suddenly, his heart was full of energy, and he waved his sword.

之上 Above the roof.

He Motianyu stepped on a piece of brick and fell down from the roof.

The tiptoe was on top of a sword sword that Jing Yue stabbed, and Jing Yue actually fell down, accompanied by the laughter of Mo Tianyu, lingering in the dark night of the courtyard.

Above his head, a circle of airflow converged, as if Changhong was surging.

Confucianism ... Haoranqi!

Huh!

If Mo Tianyu's mouth hangs in the river, spit words are like falling gold.

Wu Jingyue felt only deafening, and the sword in his hand was unstable.

Huh!

Bian Jingyue sprayed a haemorrhage in his mouth, his body bounced off, fell to the ground, and retreated continuously.

The ground is cracked every time you step on it.

"It's almost the same as the Seven Swordsmen of the Sword School, but you ... far from it."

Small courtyard ground.

Momo Tianyu landed leisurely, raised the wine gourd, drank the wine up, and the liquor dripped down the chin along the chin, and the sound of chuckle lingered.

On the roof.

Xi Ningzhao raised the cicada wings sword, looking at Mo Tianyu's eyes, quite dignified.

A single Mo Tianyu in front of her eyes is enough to suppress hundreds of Confucian students on Beiluo Lake!

If she joined Nie Changqing, she might have a battle with Mo Tianyu.

Alas, Nie Changqing didn't know why tonight, no such movements had ever appeared.

Suddenly.

Ning Ningzhao slowly lifted her eyebrows.

She looked at the room where Lu Fan was.

There, the tightly closed vermilion carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open by a huge force, and a bang sounded.

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"Who taught you to disturb my son's dreams in the middle of the night ..."

Lu Lu's words floated out of the house.

A gust of wind blew suddenly from the dark room.

As Mo Tianyu stood in place, the Confucian shirt on his body began to hunt and scream, spreading all over, and constantly flying.

"Lu Shaozhu, the master of Confucianism, Mo Tianyu, the master of Confucianism, the Master sent me to bring you to Beijing."

"Also, it is extremely accurate in the Xiabu Gua, but it has been planted twice in succession on Lu Shaozhu ..."

"Therefore, I want to calculate a divination for Lu Shaozhu for free."

Momo Tianyu squeezed the gourd and squinted.

在 He is in Emperor Jing. He has the name of a madman, and the artist is daring. He is not afraid of anyone. He is even higher than Lu Changkong's official.

登 He came to the door today, and he was kind to Lu Fan.

However, his words have just fallen.

Inside the squatter house, laughter sounded.

"Is this why you disturbed my dreams in the middle of the night?"

"Into my courtyard, can you fortune yourself?"

"My life, are you worth it?"

Lu Fan's indifferent words came from the house.

Every time I say a word, there is a clear sound of a chess piece falling on the board.

San Hua Luo San Zi ...

In the other courtyard, the spiritual pressure suddenly increased.

And ...

Inside the squatter house, a strong wind call sign, a huge translucent palm gathered by light blue airflow, with five fingers spread out, the **** overlapping the index finger, like a falling child.

I met Mo Tianyu's head and clicked.

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