The rain was pouring down.

The rain curtain made the sky and the earth hazy.

In the alley, the rain splashed and hit the green bricks, splashing high.

Yi Yue held an umbrella, and the fox charm had a stunned look on her face.

Ni Yu's eyes widened slightly, his mouth opened into a circle, and he looked at the handsome man in front of him wearing a robe and a hat.

This man......

How dare he say that?

Childe's heart is so small, this guy ...... It's dead!

Lu Fan squinted, and the rain sprinkled down the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, like a fluttering bead curtain, making Han Lian's smiling face full of hazy feelings in Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan laughed.

Gently stroke your palm.

"Also, I'm just a scholar with a leg disease, and I can only write poems and look for flowers and willows. ”

"It's a luxury to let Your Excellency give me face. ”

This is what I said.

Let Han Lian smile and raise his eyebrows slightly.

It is said that the son of Lu Changkong, because of his legs and legs, has a violent temper, and now it seems that he ...... Rumors are not true.

Look at this temper...... How nice.

"Since Young Master Lu is so self-aware, then step aside. ”

Han Lianxiao gently swung the wooden flute and smiled gently.

The voice was gentle, but at the end of the words, it gradually became solemn.

Nie Changqing stood up tremblingly.

Blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his face was a little pale from the rain.

"Lu Gongzi...... Thank you for coming to the rescue. ”

However, this matter is a contemptible grudge, and it is not good for Lu Gongzi to be mixed in. ”

"It's just that the contemptible begged Lu Gongzi to take my son away, he is just a child, he is innocent. ”

Nie Changqing's words trembled a little.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, supported his chin with one hand, and flicked lightly on the thin woolen blanket stained with water vapor with the other.

The alleys are narrow and cramped, like a gloomy sky.

"Senior Brother Nie, you are embarrassed to be Young Master Lu, Your Excellency's order is for me to bring you and Shuang'er back, especially Shuang'er, Your Excellency is very concerned. ”

Han Lianxiao flicked the raindrops on the wooden flute and said with a smile.

The tone is hazy, but it is full of domineering that cannot be refused.

Nie Changqing's face suddenly flushed, and he glared at Han Lian and smiled.

No wonder Han Lianxiao appeared now, it turned out to be for Nie Shuang.

"Smack. ”

Suddenly.

Lu Fan, who was in a wheelchair, slapped the gauntlet.

In the rain alley, it was like thunder.

Ni Yu was taken aback.

Yi Yue's heart was also tight, and the Ning Zhao Cicada Wing Sword that was blocking the front was gently raised, and the qi, blood and aura began to surge, and the long skirt of Aya Luo was full of green silk.

saw Lu Fan raise his hand and rub the corner of his eye.

"Father's love is like a mountain, touching the heavens and the earth, I Lu Ping'an's life can not see such an emotional father's love, which reminds me of the old father who is kind at home waiting for me Lu Ping'an to come home for dinner. ”

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait. ”

Lu Pan lowered his head, his eyes full of sentimentality.

Then.

Lu Fan raised his head and looked at Han Lianxiao.

"I almost forgot to ask Your Excellency which force you are from, in North Los Angeles, you can actually not give face to this son. ”

Lu Fan Road.

The sound wafted through the narrow and cramped rain alley.

Han Lian frowned and stared at Lu Fan, he didn't know why, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the alley had become a little solemn.

was stared at by Lu Fan, and he actually felt a little chill in his heart.

Clenched the wooden flute, and the chill in his heart seemed to be evaporated by the furnace.

"A song 'Tide Ballad', the ninth Han of Taoism laughed. ”

"In the next from a hundred schools of thought...... Taoism. ”

Han Lian said with a smile.

Syllable!

However.

As soon as Han Lianxiao's words fell, Lu Fan slapped the wheelchair handguard again.

"!"

"Say it earlier!"

"Looking at your dog-like appearance, I thought it was the gold and silver Confucian guards sent by the national teacher of the imperial capital, and you wanted to do something to Lao Nie, which scared my son. ”

"Daozong, what the hell...... In North Los Angeles, don't you deserve to give face to my son?"

Lu Fan's back leaned abruptly on the wheelchair, pouting and looking at Han Lianxiao.

The atmosphere, abruptly quiet.

Nie Changqing looked at Lu Fan in amazement.

Although I don't know if Lu Fan's performance is really from the Taoist Sect, I don't know if it's fake.

But, no matter what......

This man...... Bullying the soft and fearing the hard is too real.

A chuckle appeared on Yi Yue's fox, and Ni Yu rolled her eyes, Childe is really still Childe......

Ning Zhao raised his sword slightly, and the tip of the sword fell a series of water droplets, pointing directly at Han Lianxiao.

The gentle smile on Han Lianxiao's face gradually faded.

He stared at Lu Fan, he didn't seem to understand why Lu Fan was so arrogant and arrogant.

Why is he?

Just this maid who has just entered the grandmaster?

"Young Master Lu, what do you mean?"

Han Lianxiao's tone was a little cold and annoyed.

"Noise. ”

Lu Fan waved his hand.

"Sister Ning, get him. ”

Airplanes......

Lu Fan's words fell, the sword chant exploded instantly, and the condensation moved, and the two wisps of spiritual energy in the Qi Pill suddenly surged, as if the oven was burning.

The rain curtain seemed to be cut.

The sword light was like lightning that cut through the night, and it approached Han Lianxiao.

The rain on Han Lianxiao's hat kept falling, he didn't pay attention to Ning Zhao, and just stared at Lu Fan.

"The grandmaster is the maid, and Lu Changkong's handwriting is really extraordinary. ”

"This maid is a bit of a doorway, under Beiluo City, the sword suppresses the four grandmasters......"

The gloom on Han Lianxiao's face disappeared, and he laughed again, smiling like a spring breeze.

He slowly raised the wooden flute in his hand.

"Lu Gongzi...... You are not a grandmaster, you may have a misunderstanding of the strength of the grandmaster, and you don't know anything about the mystery and strength of the grandmasters of the hundred schools of thought. ”

"You maidservant, although your blood is weird, but ...... It can't be your capital for arrogance. ”

Click.

Han Lianxiao's wooden flute was thrown out suddenly.

Touching the tip of Ning Zhao's sword.

The next moment, Ning Zhao's heart trembled, and his pupils constricted.

The wooden flute forked abruptly.

At the place where it collided with the tip of the sword, a dense wooden strip actually branched out, and the wooden strip was wound along the tip of the sword, actually binding and locking the joints up and down Ning Zhao's body.

Leave her completely immobilized.

Ning Zhao's umbrella fell, and the rain drenched her body.

"Compared to combat experience, you are just a grandmaster's handmaiden...... It's still far from it. ”

Han Lian said lightly with a smile.

He put his hands behind his back, ignoring Ning Zhao, who was bound by him.

As soon as the grandmaster sounded, it was difficult to break free from the wooden flute lock specially built by him in a short period of time.

Stepping on it, the rain splashed two feet.

His eyes locked on Lu Fan, and he walked step by step, he was proud, he was indifferent, he seemed to be high up, judging the gods and demons of Lu Fan's life and death.

Nie Changqing raised the pig-killing knife.

However, Han Lian laughed and shook his blood, slapped it lightly with a palm, and the pig-killing knife of Nie Changqing, who had hit, flew out high.

Han Lianxiao ignored Nie Changqing, who was like a rotten person.

The tendons were picked, and the blood was silent.

The former generation of grandmaster swordsmen has been reduced to inferior to first-class martial artists.

It can't get into his eyes at all.

Han Lian laughed as he walked.

"Heavy rain, narrow alleys, murderous night. ”

"The time, the place, the people and the people. ”

"With such good conditions, if I kill you, God doesn't know, and ghosts don't know. ”

"If I don't kill you, I'm sorry to God. ”

Han Lianxiao's tone became more and more calm, and in the end, it was full of monstrous murderous intent .

"Introduce yourself again, Han Lianxiao, the ninth of the Dao Sect, the fifth ring of the Grandmaster. ”

Boom!

Han Lianxiao stepped on it suddenly.

The stagnant water exploded seven feet, like a torrential rain.

Yi Yue's complexion changed suddenly, and she grabbed the long whip on her waist and blocked it in front of Lu Fan.

However.

Han Lian smiled and slapped it on the raindrops, and countless raindrops hit Yi Yue, causing Yi Yue to vomit blood and fly out.

Since it was decided to kill Lu Fan.

Han Lianxiao did not hesitate any longer.

He is a native of the rivers and lakes, and Lu Fan, the son of the lord of Beiluo City, is a temple man.

Once the killer is down, there is no turning back.

No traces or evidence can be left behind.

Today's Great Zhou, although it is a mess, but the Confucian national teacher is still there, and the deterrence of the Great Zhou to the sons and hundreds of schools is still there!

"Die!"

Han Lianxiao looked directly at Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair with red lips and white teeth.

In his eyes, Lu Fan is really pitiful, he has a leg disease, and in the face of death, he can't even escape in fear.

Han Lianxiao let out a low roar from his throat.

A palm exploded the falling raindrops, and the fingertips of the palms were stacked like knives, about to cut through Lu Fan's neck.

in a wheelchair.

Lu Fan's brows were furrowed, the wind and rain were like knives, the rain wet his clothes, Ni Yu hugged the oil-paper umbrella tightly, and the two trembled.

But she didn't retreat.

looked at the hideous and terrifying Han Lian smiled.

Lu Fan let out a breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Ning Zhao's defeat was unexpected, but he didn't have no hole cards.

He could continue to throw aura into Ning Zhao, but ......

This time, Lu Fan did not choose to do so.

The mind moved.

Swapped the 6.5 Soul Power in the panel for 5 points.

1 point of soul strength can refine 10 wisps of qi.

Moment.

Lu Fan's aura soared from 0 to 50 in an instant.

After the redemption is completed.

Lu Fan's eyes suddenly opened.

Han Lianxiao, who looked directly at the killing, his eyes were indifferent, cold and ruthless.

Qi Dan is like an oven.

His mind was like a trickle, and Lu Pan used the "Ten Thousand Methods Oven" to modify the practice method "Taoist Spiritual Technique" for Nie Changqing.

The next moment.

Lu Fan felt that in the oven-like Qi Dan, 50 wisps of spiritual energy boiled.

in a wheelchair.

Lu Pan sat quietly.

The 50 light blue aura currents around his body were constantly crisscrossing around his body.

Rumble!

A majestic and majestic pressure was suddenly pressed.

Han Lianxiao, who was galloping, suddenly "poofed", and knelt down in the waterlogged alley under pressure.

The huge pressure made him raise his head with difficulty.

The side face pressed tightly against the cold ground where the water was splashing.

Five-body throws to the ground, can't move!

His heart ...... It's all shaking.

"This ...... What is this?!"

Han Lianxiao's pupils constricted, as if he had seen a ghost.

Lu Fan, whose aura was wrapped around the wheelchair, stretched out his hand, stroked away the water vapor sprayed on the thin wool blanket, and glanced at Han Lianxiao, who was lying on the ground in embarrassment.

Lazily leaning back in his wheelchair, chuckling:

"Practitioners, spiritual pressure. ”

"It's just a little trick to carve insects. ”

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