At the end of a game of chess, Lu Fan leaned on the chair of the Thousand Blades and took a slight breath.

The second game of "Yi Tianshi", the wind and rain game, is more difficult than the mountain and river game, mainly because of the implication contained in the chess game, the strength of the soul, which makes Lu Fan quite tired.

But, needless to say, the effect is good.

In the next game of chess, although it took half a day, Lu Fan's soul strength was condensed and strengthened a little, and with the exercises, the aura was even more bred.

Today's Lu Fan is the third layer of gas refining, and if you want to break through to the fourth layer of gas refining, you need a full 9,000 wisps of spiritual energy to reach the upper limit of 10,000 wisps of reserves and advance to the fourth layer of qi refining.

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

He still has one more task to complete.

Make Bai Yujing a transcendent force, and once completed, you can get a reward of 1000 disposable attributes.

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

You can even step into the fourth layer of Qi refining in an instant.

Stretching his waist, he slowly walked forward with the Thousand Blades Chair, out of the pavilion, and onto the terrace. 33 starters

The wind after a rainstorm, with a sense of wetness, came from the pavement, full of leisure.

The vermilion carved wooden railings are soaked with rain, and there are crystal droplets of water hanging.

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

Below.

Lu Mu's words to Lu Dongxuan were also listened to by him.

"Three sub-level figures come to Beiluo?"

Lu Fan's eyes narrowed.

Daoist Xie Yunling, the East China Stream of the Sword Sect, the Gongyu of the Organ Family, and the sons of the three major forces of the Hundred Schools, once led the existence of an era.

Fingers tapped lightly on the wooden railing.

Lu Fan suddenly seemed to understand something.

He leaned back in his wheelchair, expectantly.

"Before the curtain of an era ends, do you let yourself have no regrets?"

"That being the case, it will be done for you. ”

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

Your Excellency Bai Yujing Building.

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

Suddenly, Lu Mu understood that it turned out to be ...... Unknowingly, Bai Yujing has become powerful to this level, and he wants to let the era of the hundred schools of thought come to an end.

Lu Muwei still remembers the picture of Lu Pan being pointed out by the Confucian students of Beiluo City when he was rippling on the lake.

And in a blink of an eye, Lu Shaozhu, who was referred to by Qianfu, has become synonymous with unfathomable and belongs to Bai Yujing's era...... Soon it will come in earnest.

"Mu right, spread the news and let everyone in the world know the news, these old guys, it's time for the world to get to know it again. "33 updates the fastest on the computer:/

Lu Dongxuan said with emotion.

In the past, they were all loud figures in the world.

And now, when the sons of each family are mentioned now, the world may be amazed, but when it comes to Xie Yunling and Huadongliu, who can know?

"Wow. ”

Lu Mu stood up, grabbed the bamboo cane and left.

He took a pen and wrote a message, stuffed it into the legs of the pigeon, and after it was released, it left behind white feathers that fluttered its wings.

Imperial Palace.

A teahouse in an alley.

The beautiful woman Qianqian received the white pigeon, she took the message from the white pigeon's feet, glanced at it, and her beautiful eyes condensed slightly.

She solemnly folded the letter and stepped onto the top floor of the pavilion.

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

The station of the heavenly machine pigeon, one pass two, two pass three......

Soon, all parts of Da Zhou got the news.

Whether it was martial arts or temples, there was a slight commotion, and many people seemed to expect some unusual meanings.

The three sons went to Beiluo, with a sense of decisiveness.

A bit of the twilight of the western mountains, the meaning of the last struggle against fate.

Many martial arts people got the news, and some hundred disciples set off silently and rushed to Beiluo to see this grand event.

......

West County, inside the Great Horde.

The Overlord got the news, and there was a glint in his eyes that flickered slightly.

"Moths to the fire. ”

Xiang Shaoyun sighed.

As soon as his hand rubbed it, the secret letter in his hand was crumpled into ashes.

"Even if you add Mobeike and Kong Xiu, you won't be able to win ......"

"The era of the hundred schools of thought has come to an end. ”

Xiang Shaoyun shook his head and sighed with emotion.

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

Looking at the rushing river water in the Dongyan River, the white water foam is passing to the east, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Xiang Shaoyun looked at the river and clenched his fists.

He's going to be strong.

If he doesn't become stronger, one day, he will end up as powerless as the sons of a hundred schools.

......

Imperial Palace.

Inside the Imperial City Wing.

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

"Young Master of Beiluolu...... The world's first cultivation force, Bai Yujing. ”

Tang Xiansheng spat out one word after another from his mouth.

"It's a force to be feared. ”

He looked at Tang Yimo, who was leaning outside the door, and slowly spoke: "Yimo." ”

Tang Yimo pushed the door in.

"I wanted to go to Bai Yujing tomorrow, but once my father left the imperial capital, I was afraid that he would be assassinated by all kinds of assassinations. ”

"You are a cultivator, so tomorrow you will go to North Los Angeles instead of your father, and see this world-shattering showdown. ”

Tang Xiansheng showed a gentle smile and said.

Tang Yimo frowned.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, Tang Yimo still did not refuse, and finally bowed his head and said, "Okay." ”

Then there was no sound and disappeared into the night.

Tang Xiansheng looked at Tang Yimo's disappearing figure.

The smile on his face faded away.

......

Following.

The sky was still a little overcast.

There seems to be a majestic rain in the clouds, which is oppressive and breathless.

From a distance, the black clouds overwhelmed the city and wanted to destroy it.

The plains outside North Los Angeles.

Three carriages drove slowly, kicking up billowing dust, and the sound of horses' hooves tore through the silence of the morning.

The three coachmen were a little nervous, and there was an inexplicable depressing breath that made them breathless.

The carriage stopped on a plain five miles from North Los Angeles.

The curtain was lifted, and three people projected their gaze inside the carriage.

"North Luo ......"

Xie Yunling sighed.

Then, he walked out of the carriage and stepped on the sand. 33 update fastest Mobile:://

Hua Dongliu also walked out of the carriage with his sword on his back, and Gong Yu stood beside the two.

The three old men, old, have faces full of the vicissitudes of time.

With ease, determination, and expectation, they got off the bus in five miles of North Los Angeles and walked to North Los Angeles on foot.

On top of the walls of North Los Angeles.

Lu Changkong was dressed in armor, and his eyes looked directly at the three old men walking slowly in the gloomy sky under the city wall.

Luo Yue and Luo Cheng stood at his side with swords.

Luo Cheng had a little surprise on his face.

"This is the son of the Dao Sect, the Sword Sect, and the Organ Family?"

Lu Changkong bowed slightly.

"Why did they rush to Beiluo like this? Young Master...... It's not something they can compete with!"

Luo Yue couldn't help frowning.

"They are strong, but they are also people, and the young master who got the fairy fate has already belonged to the inhuman ......"

Lu Changkong held his hands and shook his head: "They just don't want to let an era sink in obscurity, they are telling the world in their way that they have also stood at the peak." ”

Luo Cheng and Luo Yue suddenly fell silent.

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

The three sons represent the era of the hundred schools of thought.

And Lu Fan, representing the era of Bai Yujing.

From the time when the Tianji family returned to Bai Yujing, these hundred princes felt in their hearts that sooner or later, Bai Yujing would be above them.

"Open the gates. ”

Lu Chang Kongdao.

His eyes flickered, he was the heir of the peasant family, although the peasant family of the hundred families of the sons had long been lonely, and he could not compare to the forces of the Taoist sect, the sword sect, etc., but ...... After all, it was once a member of a brilliant collision.

Crunchy......

A heavy dull opening opens.

Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Yuyu looked up at the city tower, and couldn't help but smile when they saw Lu Changkong.

Lu Changkong stood on top of the city and bowed slightly towards the three of them.

"Let's go......"

"It's a pity, now it's only the three of us old guys, if we can gather the others, it will be lively. ”

Xie Yunling said.

Mobei guests do not enter Beiluo, Kong Xiu retreats in the attic, and Wei Luan has already fallen.

...... out of 100 There are very few people who can really go with them in a wave of Beiluo.

At this time, looking back, I found that the people who used to travel with me have disappeared in the long river of time.

The three figures, with a dull cloud, stepped into North Los Angeles.

As the figures of the three disappeared.

The gates of North Los Angeles are slowly closing.

Boom!

It seems to have been sealed in the dust, and it is closed.

Outside North Los Angeles.

One left and one right, each with a carriage coming slowly, kicked up smoke and dust, and stopped ten miles outside Beiluo City.

Mo Beike looked at the closed city gate, and the heavy bags under his eyes trembled slightly.

There was a slight tremor in the hands of the back.

Mo Ju leaned on the carriage and a lupine scarf.

The other side.

Inside the carriage, the national teacher Kong Xiu lay in it, looking at the gloomy sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mo Tianyu carried a wine gourd and poured wine into his mouth suddenly.

Inside North Los Angeles.

The long street was quite clean, pedestrians on both sides were scarce, and the three old men entered Beiluo City, stepped on the bluestone, and went to Beiluo Lake step by step.

The teahouses, restaurants, etc. on both sides of the long street are full of people.

Tang Yimo sat by the window of the restaurant, drinking wine, looking at the three old men walking below, his eyes flickering.

After settling the bill, he went down to the restaurant and followed the old man from a distance.

Beiluo Lake is not far away.

Xie Yunling and the three arrived quickly.

Looking at Beiluo Lake shrouded in thick fog, Xie Yunling, Hua Dongliu, and Gong Yiyu inexplicably felt a pressure and relief.

"Are you scared?"

Xie Yunling turned his head, glanced at Huadongliu, whose waist was straight, and said with a smile.

"I'm afraid, when the name of my Sword Saint dominates the world, Lu Ping'an has not yet been born. ”

East China snorted.

"Be quiet, you haven't heard Lu Ping'an's temper. ”

Gong Yuyu glanced at Hua Dongliu, and a hoarse voice sounded.

Just when the three of them were arguing.

In Beiluo Lake, there are flat boats swaying and swaying.

The lake rippled and parted like a curtain on both sides.

An old man in white with a big gold chain around his neck sat cross-legged on a lonely boat with a smile on his face.

"It's Lu Dongxuan's old thing. ”

"This guy has the most intelligent dog nose, I'm afraid that he has long known Bai Yujing's strength, so he took refuge in Bai Yujing. ”

Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu couldn't help but open their mouths and said.

Lu Dongxuan stood up from the boat.

Holding his hands, he bowed slightly towards the three of them.

Xie Yunling laughed.

One step, the qi and blood roared, dotted on the surface of the lake, a circle of ripples, and actually stepped on the lake.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu glanced at Xie Yunling's movements and sneered disdainfully.

The sword in his hand was thrown out suddenly, and his body also performed light skills, stepping on the thrown sword, and headed towards the lonely boat.

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

The three of them used their own means to get on the boat.

The boat began to sail away into the lake.

The fog soon engulfed them.

Tang Yimo stood by the lake, the blood in his body fell silent, and the aura in the Qi Pill seemed to be frozen.

It was as if there was a terrifying presence in the lake that made his heart throb.

"North Luo...... Young Master Lu!"

It was not the first time Tang Yimo had heard this name, but it was the first time he felt the horror brought by this name.

The clouds that had accumulated for a long time finally couldn't hold on.

Raindrops fell from the sky like a curtain, and the water and the sky touched and the whole lake was rippling.

On a lonely boat.

The four old men did not cover the rain, sat in a lonely boat, silent.

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

Finally, the lonely boat stopped moving forward.

The fog broke.

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

I saw the island in the middle of the lake that looked like a fairy island.

There is a pavilion on the island, and on the terrace of the pavilion, there is a young man in white sitting in a silver wheelchair, holding his chin in one hand and a chessboard in the other.

The maid holds an umbrella, and the son plays chess.

Like a splendid picture.