The rain gradually became lighter, from torrential rain to continuous drizzle, like the tip of white tea hair, floating in the night sky.
Inside the alley.
The picture is extremely weird.
The young man with red lips and white teeth was sitting in a wheelchair, propping his chin, leisurely and leisurely.
Around his body, streams of light blue air currents circulated rapidly, weaving around his body, like a small circle of heaven.
The drizzle falling from the sky was torn apart by the air before it even approached.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Even the three servant girls Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Ni Yu who were very familiar with Lu Fan were the same.
The young master at this moment is so strange.
That kind of... high above.
They have never felt like this.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan indifferently looked at Han Lianxiao who was kneeling in front of him.
Han Lianxiao is a master.
If it's a blood fight, a hundred Lu Fans can't compare to one Han Lianxiao.
However, Lu Fan didn't rely on qi and blood, he relied on spiritual energy.
When Lu Fan started to use the top-grade Huang-rank kung fu method "Daozong Yunlingshu", the spiritual energy intertwined into a curtain, forming a natural sense of oppression.
Lu Fan called this "spiritual pressure".
This is the occupational suppression of practitioners on non-practicers.
Of course, this was also because Lu Fan erupted with fifty wisps of spiritual energy in an instant.
If there is not enough spiritual support, such a powerful spiritual pressure cannot be born at all.
Just like Ning Zhao, although there are two strands of spiritual energy in the qi pill, apart from improving and assisting the combat power, it cannot form spiritual pressure at all.
Even if there is, it will have little impact on the master warrior.
Han Lianxiao lay on the ground, and the rainwater accumulated on the ground penetrated into the coir raincoat and soaked his clothes.
He wanted to stand up under the pressure.
Every part of his body seemed to be put on extremely heavy shackles. There were ten thousand catties of boulders pressing on his body, and the simple movements made him feel extremely difficult.
The spiritual pressure of practitioners
Small tricks
Han Lianxiao suffered a huge mental shock.
The half-paralyzed son of Lu Changkong, the city lord of Beiluo City, actually has such means
Han Lianxiao knew in his heart that this was definitely not a method that warriors could master!
Even the great master with eight or nine rings may not be able to do it!
With difficulty, he raised his face buried in the stagnant water. The handsome and suave him was facing the wind. At this moment, his whole body was in a state of embarrassment, and his hair was soaked in water, sticking to his pale face.
He raised his face and pressed against the spiritual pressure, trying to see Lu Fan's face and expression clearly.
However, all he saw was the criss-crossing light blue airflow. Lu Fan was wrapped in the airflow, vaguely, like a fairy in a painting!
"you… "
Han Lianxiao's pupils constricted.
Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, and tapped lightly on the thin woolen blanket covering his thighs with the other.
He glanced at Han Lianxiao lightly.
Grandmaster Five Rings should be very strong. Perhaps when he gets used to the spiritual pressure, he will be able to move more freely. However, when the spiritual pressure gathered by fifty strands of spiritual energy appeared in this world for the first time, Han Lianxiao couldn't adapt to it in a short time. .
How strong would the spiritual pressure formed by a hundred wisps of spiritual energy be
Thousand wisps, how terrifying should the spiritual pressure of thousands of wisps of spiritual energy be
Suddenly, Lu Fan felt a little bit of fantasy.
far away.
Ning Zhao broke free from the shackles of the mechanism wooden flute.
Holding the Cicada Wing Sword, her hair hangs down a little messy, and there are a few bloodstains on her white and tender skin caused by breaking free.
She remained silent, blaming herself and feeling guilty in her heart.
She was too careless, and she had aura around her, which made her underestimate the master warrior.
The result was that he was bound and locked by the mechanism wooden flute.
put the son in danger.
If it weren't for the young master's great display of power, this time... the consequences would be disastrous.
As Han Lianxiao said, in the dead of night and the narrow alleys, if he killed Lu Fan, no one would know.
Even if Lu Changkong found out something afterwards, Han Lianxiao had already left Beiluo City.
The tip of the sword touched the ground.
Ningzhao stepped lightly on lotus steps, and the stagnant water splashed when she stepped on it.
"Young master, how to deal with it?"
Ning Zhao was as cold as ice, and her tone was emotionless, said.
Lu Fan propped his chin, glanced at Han Lian and smiled, without too much hesitation or procrastination.
"killed."
Lu Fan said.
As soon as the calm words came out.
Nie Changqing's body trembled, and Nie Shuang hugged Nie Changqing's leg.
Han Lianxiao, who was pressed to the ground by the spiritual pressure, shrank his pupils.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Pooh!
The white blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, passed through the chest, and dark red blood flowed out, gradually forming a pool of blood under Han Lianxiao's body.
So decisive!
There is no hesitation at all!
Han Lianxiao coughed up blood, with disbelief and unwillingness in his eyes.
The world has been deceived!
It turns out... the young master of Beiluo City is not just a stupid scholar who only knows how to read Confucianism!
He has unpredictable methods, and he has a decisive heart!
He told a big lie!
What does he... want to do? !
Han Lianxiao's head drooped, and before he died, he still stared at Lu Fan unwillingly.
In the end, he lay in a pool of blood without a sound.
Nie Zhangqing lost the butcher's knife.
His expression was complicated and astonished, Han Lianxiao, the ninth Taoist... died.
Grandmaster of the Five Rings.
Among all the masters, if the masters do not appear, the masters and warriors of the martial arts are basically eliminated.
These warriors died quietly in Beiluo City like this.
Nie Zhangqing was silent, with mixed feelings in his heart.
The assassination against him ended like this.
There was no joy in Nie Zhangqing's heart, only a deep chill.
Han Lianxiao's death might become a trigger.
In the days to come, Daozong's powerful might set foot in Beiluo City one by one.
Now that the Great Zhou Dynasty is in chaos, the national teachers are too busy to take care of themselves, and the warriors from all schools of thought have become more active and unscrupulous.
No one knew better than Nie Changqing how cruel and unreasonable those people in Daozong were.
Lu Fan dissipated his aura and stopped running the "Daozong Yunlingjue". After deduction, this blood-moving technique became a top-ranked aura practice method of the Huang rank.
It can condense spiritual energy and form spiritual pressure.
It's a pity that, except for spiritual pressure, Lu Fan couldn't use exercises to refine Qi like other people.
"Thank you, Young Master Lu, for saving your life."
Nie Zhangqing led Nie Shuang to Lu Fan's side, thanking him with a pale face.
Nie Shuang's big eyes rolled around, a little in awe, a little fanatical.
The scene of Lu Fan suppressing the mighty and invincible Han Lianxiao just now had a huge impact on his young heart.
Ning Zhao didn't speak. She pulled out her sword and wiped the blood on it with her sleeve. Then, sheathed the Cicada Wing Sword and stood quietly behind Lu Fan.
Yiyue also got up silently, this time the confrontation with the master hit her hard.
She doesn't even have the qualifications to protect the son.
Lu Fan glanced at Nie Zhangqing.
"You want to be safe, but others may not make you comfortable..."
"The weak are not worthy of talking about stability."
"Only strength is the foundation. As long as you are strong enough, the whole world will be your pure land."
Lu Fan said.
Nie Zhangqing trembled and remained silent.
Lu Fan was right, no matter where he hid, Daozong would never let him go, nor would he let Nie Shuang go.
"The premise is that you are really strong." Lu Fan emphasized.
Nie Zhangqing took a deep breath, took a breath, the wound on his body was soaked in water, and it was burning hot.
But he didn't care, this injury was normal for him.
"But... my hand tendons were picked, and I was full of energy and blood, and I couldn't survive it..."
Nie Zhangqing looked at his slightly trembling palm and said sadly.
"You really treat the immortal fate bestowed by the immortal as nothing."
Lu Fan flicked his fingers on the thin blanket, like a chat between friends, lightly laughing and teasing.
As soon as the words came out.
Nie Zhangqing stared at Lu Fan in disbelief as if struck by a thunderbolt.
"Of course, although there are methods of cultivating immortals, but... you still lack an opportunity to embark on the road of cultivation."
Lu Fan smiled.
"Have you seen Reiatsu?"
"Do you want to learn?"
"Follow me and I will teach you."
Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair and said lazily.
Nie Zhangqing was in a mess at the moment.
He didn't tell anyone about getting the fairy fate.
However, Lu Fan was able to say it accurately.
Could it be that Lu Fan is the "Six Great Immortals"
No... No, the Six Great Immortals didn't have leg problems at all, and Lu Fan and the Six Great Immortals had very different methods.
Or... Lu Fan also entered the Land of Immortals and obtained the fate of immortality? !
Nie Zhangqing was stunned.
There are really immortals in the world!
Nie Zhangqing's mood fluctuated quite a lot, as if a battle between heaven and man was going on in his mind.
Various ideas are constantly colliding.
His complexion fluctuated.
After a long time, he looked at Lu Fan passionately.
Crash!
Nie Zhangqing knelt on one knee, in front of Lu Fan.
Nie Shuang blinked his big eyes, and quickly followed his father's example and knelt down.
"My humble Nie Changqing, I would like to follow Young Master Lu!"
Nie Zhangqing said.
After the words fell, he kowtowed violently.
The water splashed more than two feet.
Nie Shuang's big eyes were full of enthusiasm and longing.
"I... me too!"
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(end of this chapter)