"At the age of three, Li (identity: Taoist disciple) entered the preaching platform. ”

"Mo Ju (identity: Confucian disciple) enters the preaching platform. ”

Sima Qingshan (identity: a poor painter from the Southern Jin Dynasty) entered the preaching platform. ”

......

Lines of prompt text scrolled in front of Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan, who was accustomed to it, looked at it calmly.

The [Mission] has not moved for a long time since the last time he pulled in a newcomer, and now, after he broke through to the third layer of Qi training, he began to pull newcomers again.

This made Lu Fan can't help but speculate, perhaps, if he refines his qi and advances, maybe there will be a pull of a newcomer?

Of course, this is Lu Fan's speculation, and all this is likely to be just a coincidence.

Among these three names, there are two Lu Pan who are not unfamiliar.

"Li is three years old, that little Daoist aunt of the Taoist Sect?"

"Ink Moment...... Huh, a Confucian disciple? This guy ...... It's not the Mo family, how did the strategists of the Xuantai Xuan become a disciple of Confucianism?"

Lu Fan looked at the first two names first, Li was three years old, he had some impressions, but he didn't expect that this time the preaching platform would actually pull her in.

Li San-year-old has already obtained the immortal fate, and his cultivation is not weak.

will be pulled by the preaching stand, but it is quite unexpected by Lu Fan.

However, what surprised Lu Fan even more was ...... The identity of the ink moment.

"Disciples of Confucianism...... This guy is not honest. ”

Lu Fan pondered.

Mo Ju was a strategist of the Tai Xuan, from the Mo family, and as a result, he became a disciple of Confucianism......

Lu Fan didn't think that there would be a wrong mark on the [Missionary], that is, it was very likely that the ink moment would be ...... Is it the national teacher in the imperial capital, the dark chess laid out?

Smiling, Lu Fan didn't think about it again.

The mind entered the pulpit.

In the center of the preaching platform, there were three blurred figures that slowly condensed, and the faces could not be seen clearly.

Li Sansui frowned, she looked down at her blurred figure, this was obviously not the real body, but the feeling was exactly the same as the real body.

There were two other people beside him, one of whom looked like a scholar, with one hand behind him, and the other hand gently raised and hung in front of his lower abdomen.

On the other side, there was another person who showed fear, and as soon as he entered, he crouched on the ground in fright.

"Where is this?"

Li was three years old curious.

Longmen Secret Territory?

It's not quite like it, such a rich aura is not comparable to the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

In the center of the space, there is a Bagua Array suspended, on which the dense qi gathers and stacks, and soon, a figure of a fairy wind Dao bone is condensed.

Sitting in the center of the formation, the aura lingers, and the dust is ethereal.

"There's a new guy here......"

Lu Fan said lightly.

His voice lingered throughout the pulpit space, making Li Sansui and Mo Ju slightly stunned, and the poor painter named Sima Qingyi was full of fear.

Every time I open a preaching stand, it seems that there is always something strange mixed in.

This time it's not bad.

However, Sima Qingshan is a person, and the painter is the painter, why should he deliberately add poverty?

Lu Fan complained a little about the introduction in his heart.

"This is the secret realm of preaching, you can all get the rain and dew of the immortals, remember, don't reveal each other's identities, so as not to cause the Heavenly Dao to backlash and fall into the Nine Nethers Purgatory forever. ”

The formulaic opening sentence, Lu Fan said quite skillfully.

However, the results are as good as ever.

Li was three years old, and when Mo Ju heard this, he became in a commotion.

Sima Qingyi's face turned pale with fright, and he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lu Fan, who was sitting on the gossip array.

"Immortal, let me go, I'm just a poor painter, I have no money, I don't have anything, let me go!"

Li Sansui didn't pay much attention to Sima Qingshan's actions.

Sima Qingshan's reaction is the reaction that a normal person should have.

Mo Ju is curious.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Fan, who was sitting on Sendai.

Compared with the group of acquaintances of the white blue bird, this batch of immortals are very arrogant.

Li was three years old and had the cultivation of a cultivator himself, so he was not afraid to look directly at Lu Fan.

Mo Ju was also curious.

Lu Fan smiled lightly.

Gently flick your sleeves.

Rumble!

Inside the pulp, the pressure of terror erupted.

Mo Ju and Li Sansui couldn't control it, and knelt directly on the ground, their knees smashed to the ground, and the aura in the preaching platform was scattered and scattered.

Behind Lu Fan, there are Sendai Pavilions, Feiliu Waterfalls, five-clawed flying dragons and other supernatural states appearing.

Being able to enter the preaching platform is their destiny.

Lu Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense.

Continue to flick your sleeves.

The runes pulsed rapidly around the body, transforming into thousands of things, as if a misty and gorgeous world had been constructed.

Li Sansui knelt on the ground, raised her head, and opened her mouth to say something.

However, the words have not yet been spoken.

A wisp of white light poured into her brow, making her mind feel as if it was about to explode.

"Go ahead. ”

Lu Fan said lightly.

Li's three-year-old body exploded and disappeared.

The gaze fell on Mo Ju, Confucian disciple?

Lu Fan also constructed a cultivation method with runes, specializing in Haoran righteousness, and passed it on to Moju.

Mo Ju sensed the chapter that appeared in his mind, and his face suddenly became a little strange.

He opened his mouth, but Lu Fan didn't wait for him to answer, so he waved him away.

In the end, in the preaching hall, only Sima Qingyi was left kneeling on the ground, so frightened that he almost cried.

"Anyone who can enter this place can ask for a fairy fate, what fairy fate do you ask for?"

Lu Fan spoke, his voice ethereal, lingering in the Sendai Pavilion.

Sima Qingshan's body trembled.

But he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

The pulpit fell silent.

Lu Fan was speechless.

After that, he didn't wait for Sima Qingshan to speak, and waved his hand directly, letting the rune construct a cultivation exercise, accompanied by a wisp of aura, which sank into Sima Qingshan's eyebrows.

After that, Sima Qingshan's body was shattered.

"Get it done. ”

The corners of Lu Fan's mouth twitched, and he withdrew from the preaching platform with his heart.

The fragrance rose from the room.

Lu Fan opened his eyes and took the bronze wine glass, the wine in the cup was already a little cool, but Lu Fan didn't care, and drank it all in one gulp.

Outside, the rain was still pouring down.

The sky was gray, as if it had been sprinkled with light ink.

He took out the Spiritual Pressure Chessboard again.

The black and white chess boxes were placed, and Lu Fan held the white piece and rubbed it gently.

"There are a total of nine games in the chess game "Yi Tianshi", and I have already set the board in the mountains and rivers game, and now that I have broken through to the third layer of qi refining, I may be able to try a new chess game. ”

Lu Fan muttered.

Then, the slender palm gently brushed over the spotless spiritual pressure chessboard.

The white child fell.

"The second game of "Yitianshi", the wind and rain game. ”

Inside a laid-back pavilion.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, the spiritual pressure chessboard was placed in front of him, and his grip kept falling.

Lu Fan's eyes flashed with surprise, and he was concentrated.

After the mountains and rivers game, Lu Fan's chess skills are not weak, and now this wind and rain game makes Lu Fan feel even more amazed.

And between the falls, Lu Fan's soul strength began to condense continuously.

......

Taoist sect, inside the small bamboo building.

Li opened his eyes at the age of three.

The wind in the bamboo forest is a little cold, and the sunlight through the bamboo leaves can't dispel the bone-chilling cold.

"Fairy ......"

"It's ......"

Li Sansui was a little stunned, and his ruddy little mouth opened slightly, as if he had seen something incredible.

She stood up and paced through the bamboo building.

What Lu Fan passed on to her was not an immortal cultivation method, but a ...... A peculiar way of Taoism.

Li Sansui and Nie Changqing had a battle, and that battle made Lu Pan see Li San's talent, and she seemed to have a natural sensitivity to Taoism.

It is actually based on the dragon gate, involving thick clouds to make cloud dragons.

Therefore, Lu Fan passed on Li San's Taoist cultivation technique, and Lu Pan himself was too lazy to study Taoism, so he could only create a beginning for Li Sansui and let her study it well.

Li walked out of the bamboo building at the age of three.

In the bamboo forest, the fallen leaves fall and are constantly stacked, exuding a musty smell.

Li was three years old, and his mind was full of thoughts.

She looked like a child who had discovered a new toy, and her face was full of surprise.

She raised her hand and pinched the seals one by one.

"Dry print. ”

Li Sansui drank lightly, and the aura in the Qi Pill flowed rapidly.

The bamboo leaves on the ground flew up one after another, constantly rolling in the air, and soon, they were stacked into a small bamboo leaf figure.

With Li San's mind, the bamboo leaf people can actually use martial arts and attack, although they are still a little unskilled, after all, Li Sansui is the first time to master.

"Dao Fa, this is the Dao Fa ......"

Lee was three years old and surprised.

On the opposite side of the bamboo building, the door opened.

Xie Yunling seems to have aged a lot.

He saw Li San's hand pinching the seal technique, piling up bamboo leaves into armor, turning into a person in armor, and he could swing his fist out of thin air and display martial arts.

Xie Yunling was stunned.

"Your Excellency. ”

Seeing Xie Yunling, Li accepted the Dao at the age of three, and suddenly the bamboo leaves collapsed and turned into fluttering leaves, withered and weak.

"Immortal law?"

Xie Yunling coughed and asked.

Li Sansui was stunned for a moment, and nodded: "Occasionally get the inheritance of immortals, call this ...... Taoism. ”

Daoshu ......

Xie Yunling smiled and looked at Li San's eyes quite kindly.

"Three years old. ”

Xie Yunling, Dao.

"Call me Mo Chou. "Li is three years old and very cold.

Xie Yunling froze, "Okay, three years old." ”

"The old man wants to go out once, if he can't come back, the next son of the Taoist Sect will be you. ”

Li Sansui frowned, "Why is the next son to be me, my brother?"

Xie Yunling waved his hand: "You are more suitable to be the master of the Dao Sect than Sansi, your brother went to the border land, he is uninhibited and loves freedom in this life, and he is not suitable to be the master of the Dao Sect." ”

Li Sansui pursed his lips, indeed, Li Sansi is not very reliable.

"Where are you going?"

Li asked.

Xie Yunling bent his back, stepped on the soft ground stacked with fallen leaves, and smiled.

"Bai Yujing has great ambitions. ”

"The old man wants to see if he has the strength to carry this ambition. ”

Xie Yunling smiled deeply.

"So...... Where the hell are you going?"

Li Sansui continued to ask with an expressionless face, can you say it bluntly?

Xie Yunling held back a mouthful of blood and glanced at Li Sansui.

"Find a few old guys and go to Beiluo together. ”

Li Sansui raised his eyebrows, combined with Xie Yunling's previous entrustment words, and couldn't help but say: "Go to Beiluo?

Xie Yunling almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He waved his hand, he was really too lazy to say anything to Li Sansui.

......

North County.

Inside the military tent.

The ink moment of the lupine scarf opened his eyes a little strangely.

"Fairy ......"

"It's different from the Wolongling Secret Realm, and the Eight Dragon Gate Secret Realms...... This immortal fate seems to be a direct transmission of immortals, and the overlord and the young master of Beiluolu suddenly obtained the immortal fate, it must be because of this way. ”

Mo Ju thought for a moment and analyzed.

Immortals?

Beiluo Lu Ping'an often said that he fought with immortals, and it was this immortal who fought?

Mo Ju suddenly admired Lu Ping'an a little, in that strange place, in the face of the high immortals, Mo Ju didn't even have the heart to resist.

But Lu Ping'an was thinking about fighting immortals.

"But why...... The immortals passed on me...... Confucianism's Haoran Qi Cultivation Method?"

"Immortal...... Do you know everything?"