The rain gradually became lighter, from a torrential rain, to a gentle drizzle, like a budding white tea hair, floating in the night sky.

Inside the alley.

The picture is extremely weird.

A young man with red lips and white teeth sat in a wheelchair, holding his chin, leisurely.

Around his body, light blue air currents were flowing rapidly, intertwined outside his body, like Xiao Zhou Tian running.

The drizzle falling from the sky, before it got closer, was torn apart by these gases.

Everyone was stunned.

Even the three maids who are extremely familiar with Lu Fan, such as Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Ni Yu.

The son at this moment is so strange.

That kind of ...... High.

They had never felt like this.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and looked indifferently at Han Lianxiao, who was kneeling in front of him.

Han Lianxiao is a grandmaster.

If it is a bloody fight, a hundred Lu Pan can't compare to one Han Lianxiao.

However, Lu Fan does not rely on qi and blood, he relies on aura.

The Yellow Rank Shangpin Exercise "Daozong Spiritual Technique", Lu Pan operated, and the aura was intertwined into a curtain, forming a natural sense of oppression.

Lu Fan called this "spiritual pressure".

This is the suppression of the profession of a practitioner over a non-practitioner.

Of course, this is also because Lu Fan burst out with fifty wisps of aura in an instant.

If there is not enough spiritual energy support, such a strong spiritual pressure cannot be born at all.

Just like Ning Zhao, although there are two wisps of spiritual energy in the Qi Pill, in addition to improving and boosting combat effectiveness, it is impossible to form spiritual pressure at all.

Even if there were, it would have little impact on the Grandmaster Martial Artists.

Han Lianxiao lay on the ground, and the rain accumulated on the ground penetrated into his clothes and soaked through his clothes.

He wanted to stand up under pressure.

Every part of his body seemed to be shackled to the extreme, with 10,000 catties of boulders pressing on his body, and simple movements made him feel so difficult.

Spiritual pressure for practitioners?

Insect carving skills?

Han Lianxiao's heart suffered a huge shock.

The son of Lu Changkong, the city lord of Beiluo City, a half-paralyzed person, actually has such means?

Han Lianxiao knew in his heart that this was definitely not a means that a martial artist could master!

Even the Great Grandmaster of Eight or Nine Rings may not be able to do it!

He lifted his face buried in the stagnant water with difficulty, the jade tree was in the wind, and he was chic and dignified, at this moment, he was full of embarrassment, his temples were stained with water, and he was wet and stuck to his pale face.

He raised his face and resisted the spiritual pressure, wanting to see Lu Fan's face and expression clearly.

However, all he saw was the staggered pale blue airflow, and Lu Fan was wrapped in the airflow, faintly, like a fairy in a painting!

"You ......"

Han Lianxiao's pupils constricted.

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, and tapped on the thin wool blanket that covered his thighs with the other.

glanced at Han Lian lightly and smiled.

The Five Rings Grandmaster should be very strong, maybe when he gets used to the spiritual pressure, he will be able to move more freely, but when the spiritual pressure formed by the fifty wisps of spiritual energy gathered first appeared in this world, Han Lianxiao couldn't adapt to it in a short period of time.

If it is a hundred wisps of aura, how strong should the spiritual pressure be?

How terrifying should the spiritual pressure of thousands of wisps of spiritual energy be?

Suddenly, Lu Fan felt a little bit of fantasy.

Distance.

Ning Zhao broke free from the shackles of the wooden flute.

Holding the cicada-wing sword, his hair was slightly messy, and there were a few traces of blood on his white and tender skin caused by breaking free from the restraints.

She was silent, blaming herself and feeling guilty.

She was too careless, and she had an aura around her, which made her underestimate the grandmaster martial artist.

As a result, he was bound and locked by the wooden flute.

Put Childe in danger.

If it weren't for Childe's great might, this time ...... The consequences are unimaginable.

As Han Lianxiao said, in the dead of night, in the alleys, if he kills Lu Fan, no one will know.

Even if Lu Changkong found out something afterwards, Han Lianxiao had already left Beiluo City, the sea was wide and the fish jumped, and the sky was high and the birds were flying.

The tip of the sword rests on the ground.

Ning Zhaolian walked lightly, and the stagnant water splashed on it.

"Childe, what should I do?"

Ning Zhao was as cold as ice, and his tone was emotionless, and he said.

Lu Fan propped his chin and glanced at Han Lianxiao, without too much hesitation, and without dragging his feet.

"Killed. ”

Lu Fan Road.

Calm words came out.

Nie Changqing's body trembled, and Nie Shuang hugged Nie Changqing's legs.

Han Lianxiao, who was pressed to the ground by the spiritual pressure, shrank his pupils.

He opened his mouth to say something.

Poof!

The white blade as thin as a cicada's wings pierced through the chamber, and the red blood flowed out, gradually forming a pool of blood under Han Lianxiao's body.

So decisive!

There was no hesitation at all!

Han Lian smiled and coughed up blood in his mouth, and there was disbelief and unwillingness in his eyes.

The world has been deceived!

Originally...... The young master of Beiluo City is not just a stupid scholar who only knows how to read Confucian books!

He has unpredictable means, and he has a decisive heart!

He told a big lie!

He...... What the hell do you want to do?!

Han Lianxiao's head drooped, and before he died, he was still staring at Lu Fan unwillingly.

In the end, he lay in a pool of blood and lost his breath.

Nie Changqing lost the pig-killing knife.

His expression was complicated and stunned, and the ninth Han of the Dao Sect smiled...... He's dead.

Grandmaster of the Five Rings.

Among the hundred sons of the princes, when the sons do not appear, they basically overshadow the grandmaster and martial artist of the martial arts.

Such a warrior died quietly in North Los Angeles.

Nie Changqing was silent, with mixed feelings in his heart.

An assassination attempt against him ended like this.

Nie Changqing's heart didn't have any joy, only a thick chill.

Han Lianxiao's death may become a fuse.

In the days to come, the powerhouses of the Dao Sect may set foot in North Los Angeles one by one.

Now that the Great Zhou Dynasty is in turmoil, the national teachers are too busy to take care of themselves, and the warriors of the hundreds of schools of thought have become more and more active and unscrupulous.

No one would know better than Nie Changqing the ruthlessness and unreasonableness of those people in the Dao Sect.

Lu Fan dispersed the aura and no longer operated the "Dao Sect Fortune Spiritual Formula", and this blood-moving technique became the high-grade aura cultivation method of the Yellow Rank after deduction.

It can condense the aura and form the spiritual pressure.

It's a pity that in addition to spiritual pressure, Lu Fan can't refine qi through exercises like others.

"Thank you Lu Shao for saving your life. ”

Nie Changqing took Nie Shuang and walked to Lu Fan's side, and thanked him with a pale face.

Nie Shuang's big eyes rolled slightly, a little awe, a little fanatical.

The picture of Lu Fan's suppression of the powerful and invincible Han Lianxiao in his gesture just now made his young heart suffer a huge impact.

Ning Zhao didn't speak, she pulled out her sword, wiped the blood on the sword with her sleeve, and then, the cicada wing sword returned to the sheath and stood quietly behind Lu Fan.

Yi Yue also got up silently, and this confrontation with the grandmaster hit her deeply.

She doesn't even have the qualifications to protect her son.

Lu Fan glanced at Nie Changqing.

"You want to be safe, but others may not make your life comfortable......"

"The weak are not worthy of talking about stability. ”

"Only strength is fundamental, as long as you are strong enough, the whole world is your pure land. ”

Lu Fan Road.

Nie Changqing's body trembled and was silent.

Lu Fan was right, no matter where he hid, Daozong would not let him go, nor would he let Nie Shuang go.

"If you're really strong enough. Lu Fan emphasized.

Nie Changqing took a deep breath and took a breath, the wound on his body was soaked in water, and it hurt hotly.

But he didn't care, this injury was ordinary to him.

"But...... My hand tendons are picked, and I have blood and energy, and I don't have a ...... when I run it."

Nie Changqing looked at his slightly trembling palms and said gloomily.

"You really treat the immortal fate given by the immortals as if it were nothing. ”

Lu Fan's fingers flicked on the thin blanket, as if chatting between friends, chuckling and teasing.

As soon as these words came out.

Nie Changqing seemed to have been struck by thunder, staring at Lu Fan incredulously.

"Of course, although there is a method of cultivating immortals, it is ...... You still lack an opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation. ”

Lu Fan smiled.

"Do you see it?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Follow me, I will teach you. ”

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair and said lazily.

Nie Changqing was in a chaotic mood at the moment.

He didn't tell anyone about getting the fairy fate at all.

However, Lu Fan was able to say it accurately.

Could it be that Lu Fan is the "Six Great Immortals"?

No...... No, the six immortals don't have leg problems at all, and the methods of Lu Fan and the six immortals are very different.

Or rather...... Lu Fan has also entered the land of immortals and obtained immortal fate?!

Nie Changqing was stunned.

There are really immortals in the world!

Nie Changqing's mood fluctuated quite a lot, and his mind seemed to be engaged in a battle between heaven and man.

Ideas keep colliding.

The complexion is uncertain.

After a long time, he looked at Lu Fan with a burning look.

Crash!

Nie Changqing knelt on one knee and knelt in front of Lu Fan.

Nie Shuang's big eyes blinked, and he hurriedly learned from his father to kneel.

"Contemptible Nie Changqing, willing to follow Lu Shao!"

Nie Changqing said.

The words fell, and he kowtowed.

splashed more than two feet.

Nie's big eyes were filled with fanaticism and yearning.

"I ...... Me too!"

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