Through the vermilion carved wooden window, the moonlight is projected onto the rice paper that spreads out on the desk, reflecting the glittering light.

The wooden bed curtain hangs.

Faintly, Lu Fanpan sat on it.

With a move in his mind, the system panel moved out.

Host: Lu Fan

Title: Qi Refiner (Permanent)

Refining Stacks: 2 (3rd Stack Progress: 100/1000 Strands)

Soul Power: 11 (Exchangeable: 2)

Physical Strength: 1 (Exchangeable: 1)

Aura: 92 strands

Transformation Reward: "Creation of Xuan Refining Qi"

World Rating: Wuhuang Continent [Low Martial Arts]

Permissions: [Mission], [Mission], [Spiritual Energy Delivery]

Branch Permissions: [Wanfa Oven (LV1)]

Spirit Equipment: Spirit Pressure Chessboard (Xuan Rank Lower Grade)

Disposable attribute points: 10

The corners of Lu Fan's mouth were slightly raised, and the income of 10 attribute points was an unexpected joy, which made him quite satisfied.

Touching his chin, after thinking and analyzing for a while.

Lu Pan divides 10 attribute points.

9 points to increase soul strength, and 1 point to body.

And Lu Fan's soul strength has officially crossed 20 points, and the redeemable soul strength is 11 points left.

Rumble!

Complete with attribute point domination.

Lu Fan suddenly felt that his soul had been baptized again.

The feeling of enlightenment made his eyes become incomparably bright and bright in the darkness.

Soul strength, every time you cross 10 points, there will be a noticeable sense of increase.

Lu Fan felt that his five senses and six senses had become clearer, and it seemed that the flow of blood in his body could be clearly perceived.

The ability to control objects is stronger, and originally it could only control the direction of rotation of the wheelchair, but now, I am afraid that it can control the wheelchair to drive without hurrying or slow.

That's lifting.

Lu Fan's heart moved slightly, perhaps, with the increase of soul strength, after that, he might reach the level of divine consciousness that the immortal cultivators said.

A wisp of divine consciousness spans thousands of miles, and everything in the world is in the heart.

Retracting his mind, Lu Fan suppressed the emotions in his heart.

He was not carried away by joy, if he wanted to build the Low Martial Continent into a fantasy world, it was not enough for him to become stronger in his own strength.

His mind shifted and landed on the preaching stand.

Just when Lu Fan was about to sink his mind into the preaching stand, Lu Fan's eyebrows raised slightly.

Look up at the vermilion carved wood window.

On the roof of the Lu Mansion.

There was a person, carrying a wine gourd, stepping on bricks and tiles, as light as a swallow, and came chicly.

The Confucian shirt is fluttering, the chest is exposed, the hair is scattered, and he is wanton and arrogant in the wind.

This guy ...... Who is it?

Lu Fan was a little puzzled.

He went on a killing spree in North Los Angeles, and the people he killed were terrified.

There are still people who dare to break into the Lu Mansion late at night.

Is it the art master who is bold, or is it ...... Not afraid of death?

......

Ning Zhao stood up from the roof, his white dress fluttering, his eyes picturesque.

In her hand, a cicada-winged sword was drawn, the body of the sword was almost transparent, and under the moonlight, it shimmered with an ice-like fluorescence.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"Breaking into the Lu Mansion late at night is a capital offense. ”

Ning Zhao's long hair hanging down his waist fluttered in the wind, and his cold words lingered in the night.

In the annex courtyard.

Jing Yue put his fingers together and wiped them on the pineapple wood sword box, and a sword suddenly came out of the sheath with a "poof" and was held in his hand.

This is his first show after becoming a slave of Lu Fan, although he is helpless, but ......

In order to leave a good impression on Lu Fan, he had to sell something for this debut.

On the eaves, Mo Tianyu had a bright moon plate on his head, stepped on the green tiles, and came in a chic manner, but he didn't make a single sound, this light skill is excellent.

"The madman waved his pen, and the copper hexagram smiled at Tianjiao!"

"The first disciple of Confucianism...... Mo Tianyu!"

Jing Yue, as one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, had a natural and extraordinary vision, and recognized this Mo Tianyu with a cloak and a gourd, with an open chest, and a wine gourd.

The gatekeeper of the National Teacher's Library, the name of the first disciple of Confucianism, is still quite famous among the hundreds of sons.

Above the roof.

Mo Tianyu poured a sip of wine, the wine was sprinkled, and the light laughter wafted out.

"Girl, it was abrupt to visit late at night, but I came to visit your son-in-law on the order of the national teacher, and I hope to invite your son-in-law to see you. ”

Ning Zhao's eyes froze, and coldness flashed.

"Your Excellency, this is called trespassing, not visiting......"

"Stand back, or else...... Die. ”

Ning Zhao's cold voice was not loud, as if he was afraid of waking Lu Fan, so he lowered his voice.

Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine and continued to laugh.

"I counted two hexagrams, involving your son-in-law, and they all made mistakes, in order to find out the reason, today, I will count one hexagram in front of your son-in-law. ”

Mo Tianyu stepped on the green tile, and his shirt fluttered.

There was arrogance and fearlessness in the tone.

Ning Zhaodai's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Below, Jing Yue shot continuously with two fingers on the pineapple wooden sword box behind him.

The remaining three swords were also ejected.

"It is rumored that Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism, is known as a madman, who does not accept the heavens and the earth, except for the Confucian master, he does not obey anyone, and he sees it today...... Sure enough, the name is well deserved, and the arrogance is boundless. ”

Jingyue Road.

As the words fell, his body spun abruptly, his legs cocked back, and he kicked at the hilts of the three long swords that popped out of the pineapple case.

Suddenly, three swords burst out straight and straight.

Sword faction, flying swordsmanship.

"I said how the Sword Sect was defeated, it turned out that you were such a rebel. ”

Mo Tianyu, who was wearing a cloak, held a gourd, and glanced at Jing Yue with disdain.

Took a sip of wine.

Squirting in the wind.

The wine was sprinkled, as if it had turned into a wine mist, and under the moonlight, it seemed that a dragon had been born.

Clashing with three flying swords, every drop of wine contains a thousand powers.

Jing Yue's sword was suddenly knocked away powerlessly and fell to the roof.

"It's a small road, it's not interesting. ”

Mo Tianyu smiled lightly.

In the small courtyard, Jing Yue's face shook, he was really a ruthless man, the first disciple of Confucianism...... It's really not something he can compare.

At this moment, Jing Yue's heart swelled with an urge to turn around and run.

But......

Jing Yue suddenly felt a little sad, because he found that his identity now did not allow him to turn his head and run away freely.

There was no going back to the old days.

However, he thought of Lu Fan's unfathomable power again.

Suddenly, his heart was full of confidence, and he waved his sword, and those who flew off the wall were about to rush away.

Above the roof.

Mo Tianyu stepped on a broken brick and fell from the roof.

The tip of his foot was against the blade of a sword stabbed by Jing Yue, and Jing Yue actually fell down, accompanied by the sound of Mo Tianyu's laughter, lingering in the dark night of the small courtyard.

Above his head, there was a circle of air currents converging, as if a rainbow was surging.

Confucianism...... Haoran gas!

Boom!

Mo Tian's words are like a river, and his words are like falling gold.

Jing Yue only felt deafening, and the sword in his hand was unstable.

Burst!

Jing Yue spewed blood mist from his mouth, his body bounced off, smashed to the ground, and retreated continuously.

With each step, the ground cracked.

"It's almost as good as the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, it's up to you...... It's still far from it. ”

The ground of the small courtyard.

Mo Tianyu landed leisurely, raised the wine gourd, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, the wine dripped down his chin on the Confucian shirt, and the sound of chuckling lingered.

on the roof.

Ning Zhao raised the cicada wing sword and looked at Mo Tianyu's gaze, quite solemn.

The one Mo Tianyu in front of him alone was enough to overwhelm the hundreds of Confucian students on Beiluo Lake at the beginning!

If she joins forces with Nie Changqing, she may still have the strength to fight with Mo Tianyu.

However, Nie Changqing didn't know why tonight, no such movement appeared.

Suddenly.

Ning Zhao's frowning eyebrows slowly loosened.

She looked at the room where Lu Fan was.

There, the closed vermilion carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open by a huge force, and there was a "bang" explosion.

Inside the house, there was an indifferent voice, which came out slowly.

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

Lu Fan's words floated out of the house.

A strong wind suddenly blew from the dark house.

Mo Tianyu stood in place, and the Confucian shirt on his body began to hunt, and his hair was scattered, and it was also flying.

"Young Master Lu, Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism under the command of Xia Nai Guoshi, the master sent me to take you to Beijing. ”

"In addition, the divination is extremely accurate, but it is planted twice in a row on Lu Shaozhu......"

Therefore, I want to calculate a hexagram for Lu Shaozhu for free. ”

Mo Tianyu pinched the wine gourd and squinted.

He is in the imperial capital, he has the name of Mo Madman, he is a master of art and bold, and he is really not afraid of anyone, and the important ministers who are higher than Lu Changkong's official position have all been kicked by him, and even pointed to his nose and scolded.

When he came to the door today, he was already polite to Lu Fan.

However, his words just fell.

Inside, laughter rang out.

"That's why you're disturbing my dreams in the middle of the night?"

"Enter my small courtyard, have you ever told your fortune?"

"You deserve my life?"

Lu Fan's indifferent words came from inside the house.

Every word is spoken, accompanied by the crisp sound of a chess piece falling on the chessboard.

Three words fall on the three sons......

In the courtyard, the spiritual pressure suddenly increased.

Moreover......

Inside the house, the wind howls, and a huge translucent palm formed by the convergence of light blue air currents, with five fingers spread out, and the middle finger is stacked on the index finger, in the shape of a falling child.

Facing Mo Tianyu's head, it was clicked.

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