"In short, the Holy One means that if you can defeat me, you will be allowed to go to the Little Upper Realm, you should break this thought."

He Zixuan smiled bitterly: "Anyway, you are so tired after writing Dream of Red Mansions, it's good to rest and rest." ”

"I must enter the Little Upper Realm!"

Lu Fangzheng said.

Since he learned that this world is restricted by the Heavenly Dao, taking advantage of the low realm now, if he doesn't hurry up to get more luck, and when the realm is high, and then he is restricted by the Heavenly Dao, then there is no difference between him and waiting for death.

So he had to go to the Little Upper Realm to get a lot of luck.

The Heavenly Dao in the Small Upper Realm is incomplete, and whether it is fighting or taking the scent of books to improve the realm, it is much better than in the outside world.

"That's no way, you have to beat me."

He Zixuan said helplessly.

"Okay, let's have a discussion."

Lu Fang said seriously.

His Shuling Yan Chixia is a seventh-rank first-order, which is itself stronger than a normal seventh-rank first-order Confucian student.

In addition, the Extraordinary Strength Funeral Flower Yin can restrict He Zixuan.

Even if the Book Spirit can't get the enhancement of "Burial Flower Yin", it doesn't mean that it doesn't have the power to fight.

"How can you beat me."

He Zixuan shook his head, and no longer persuaded him, only by letting Lu Fang see the gap between the two could he break his idea of going to the small upper realm.

"You'll have to try it to find out."

Lu Fang came to the open space in the courtyard first.

He Zixuan followed closely and walked out of the study, just clasping his hands around his chest so defenselessly.

In his opinion, Lu Fang did not have any chance of winning.

Even if Lu Fang could use Shuling Yan Chixia to defeat Xiao Jinchen, who was two levels higher, he was a seventh-rank third-order, and he was a leader in controlling Haoran's righteous qi.

It's not like ordinary people!

"Please advise."

Lu Fang clenched his fists, and with him as the center, a petal of pink peach blossom fell out of thin air.

A gust of wind rolled up the petals to form a circle, dancing around He Zixuan's body, and the target was locked.

"Supernatural power?"

The contempt on He Zixuan's face disappeared, and he felt that the Haoran righteousness in his body was suppressed by some kind of force.

He waved his coat vigorously, trying to disperse the petals in front of him.

However, the petals that locked him were invisible and could not be dispelled.

Choke!

A sword groan rang out.

The book spirit Yan Chixia that appeared next to Lu Fang flashed out of her body, a small sword of the Bright Moon flashed out of her body, one into two, two into four......

"Ten Thousand Sword Tricks, Sword Hundred!"

Yan Chixia stretched out her hand and pointed, and hundreds of sword lights connected into a line, shooting towards He Zixuan not far away.

"Writing is a cloud!"

He Zixuan shouted loudly, and a huge pen-shaped "

The clouds "envelop the whole person in it."

"Qimen Flying Armor."

Lu Fang shouted almost at the same time, and at the same time as the Xuanjia was attached to his body, he did not hesitate to run to the left.

Whoosh ......

A hundred sword lights pierced the clouds.

He Zixuan was not in the clouds and mist at all, and he didn't know when he came behind Lu Fang and wanted to capture the thief and capture the king first, but he didn't know that this was all sensed by Lu Fang, and he used Xuanjia to distance himself.

The strength of the potential is linked to the perception, and the body is strong and the momentum is sufficient.

Because Lu Fang had taken a large amount of book aroma, his physique and strength were more than a grade stronger than ordinary people.

"Why are you so fast?"

He Zixuan's face drooped, and as soon as he asked his doubts, a hundred sword lights "stabbed" at him again.

The speed of the sword light is too fast!

He Zixuan was distracted just now, and he couldn't dodge it at all, so he had to forcibly condense a heroic righteous qi escape card to forcibly resist the sword light.

Soldier ......

The sword light kept consuming the shield, and the last sword light turned into a small sword of the Glowing Moon, knocking He Zixuan several feet away.

"I'm not going to show mercy!"

He Zixuan was annoyed and angry, and his whole body surged out: "The flying stream is three thousand feet down, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." ”

When the battle poem came out, Lu Fang seemed to be aware and looked up, only to see a huge Haoran righteous waterfall smashing down towards him from a hundred zhang high.

Lu Fang urged Xuanjia with all his might, and narrowly avoided He Zixuan's figurative war poetry waterfall!

"Birds of a Thousand Mountains Fly ......"

He Zixuan wrote battle poems one after another.

Lu Fang, who was in the range of "Burial Flower Yin", was extremely fast, and these attacks were either dodged by him, or he couldn't touch him at all, and they were scattered by the Yingyue Little Sword.

The battle lasted an hour.

"Stop, stop! I throw in the towel! ”

He Zixuan's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling from his cheeks.

The attack methods he used were all to consume a lot of Haoran Righteous Qi, and even if he took some pills, he couldn't replenish them in a short period of time.

tried all means, but couldn't touch Lu Fang.

Haoran's righteousness has been overused, He Zixuan really can't stand it, anyway, he has done his best, and the Holy Lord is accountable, he can also say that Lu Fang is too "perverted".

It's not that you can't beat it, it's that you really can't touch people.

Somehow, Lu Fang seemed to have no consumption at all, and he fought for an hour, without any fatigue at all.

"You've been taking the book scent just now?"

He Zixuan asked.

"Hmm." Lu Fang nodded.

The effect of the scent of the book is announced by him, and everyone knows that he has the scent of the book, and there is no need to hide it.

The fragrance of a book the size of a thumb can restore six-tenths of the physical strength and strength of a person in the seven-rank realm.

The most important book aroma is replenished very quickly.

If it weren't for the addition of the fragrance of books in the battle just now, even if Lu Fang had the enhancement of extraordinary strength and Funeral Flower Yin, he would have been defeated in the hands of He Zixuan.

He Zixuan shook his head again and again: "Such a precious book fragrance was wasted by you so much, so you want to go to the Little Upper Realm?" Xiao Yunru is the first person in the seventh rank and third order, I can't help you, he is different. ”

"I'm already a leader in the seventh rank and third order, but three years ago, I lost to Xiao Yunru in less than ten moves."

Lu Fang said solemnly: "What about the first person of the seventh rank and third order, if you keep your promise, it will be fine, dare to kill, and it is not certain who will kill the deer at that time!" I have to go to the Little Upper Realm! ”

If he can't beat Xiao Yunru, he can still run.

I really can't run, he can still use the aroma of books to consume.

He has destroyed the fifth-grade demon clan Tianjiao Eagle, so he will be afraid of a seventh-grade third-order Xiao Yunru?

"You, even if you have the 'Peach Blossom' extraordinary power limit......"

He Zixuan persuaded two more words.

Lu Fang didn't respond, and walked to the bookcase to spread the paper and ink:

"I plan to write another book, and when the time comes, I'll have someone send it to you, and you can let Wen Xiang take a look at it and see if it can continue to be serialized in the Great Zhou Wen Bao."

He Zixuan followed Lu Fang into the room to persuade him, and when he heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "I heard you right, right?" You're going to write another book now, are you sure you want to take a break before you write? ”

"Now that many people outside are looking at you, if you are in a hurry to write a book, if it is too different from Dream of Red Mansions, I am afraid that you will be criticized."

Lu Fang said confidently: "I have confidence in this book. ”

There are still seventeen days for the small upper realm to open.

Before he could enter the Little Upper Realm, he needed to get more book aromas.

Writing out the third book obtained from the ink pen book realm, with the blessing of the too illusory realm, may have an unexpected joy.

"You're going to write now? Then I'll wait before I go. ”

He Zixuan found a chair nearby and sat down, and said tentatively: "You plan to write a book like 'Dream of Red Mansions'?" Otherwise, don't finish the Dream of Red Mansions, continue to write. ”

Lu Fang chuckled and said: "The Dream of Red Mansions is over, and writing it again is to add to the snake, and I plan to write this book......

……

Upper capital south.

A pillar of light shot straight into the clouds from the mansion of "Marquis Wenguan".

Li Yu stood in the courtyard and looked up at the pillar of light rising into the sky, and said in surprise: "The place where this vision appears is ......"

"Hahaha......" Sima Yu, a half-saint of the historian, saw the vision of the pillar of light, looked up to the sky and laughed, the book in his hand fell to the ground, and the person had disappeared.

"What did Senior Brother Lu do again, it actually caused a vision."

King Fu stood up in surprise.

Most of the people in Shangjing looked at the pillar of light, only to hear a sound like the horizon......