Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Lu Fan knew that Chen Beixun would do something.

It's just that he didn't expect Chen Beixun to use such...a stupid method.

It made him feel a little bored.

Using Zuichen Pavilion as an introduction, Confucian scholars and scholars have many romantic personalities, which aroused the indignation of the Confucian scholars. They accused Lu Fan of thousands of people, trying to break his mind, and attacking the mind is the most important thing.

If it was the previous Lu Fan, suffering from leg problems and unstable mentality, he might really be tricked by Chen Beixun and become depressed.

Unfortunately, today's Lu Fan is no longer the previous Lu Fan.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan straightened his waist slowly, and a gentle breeze blew a strand of hair hanging from his forehead.

Flower boats floated on the lake one after another. Confucian scholars in long gowns held their hands behind their backs, looking coldly at the fishing boats.

Their eloquence is eloquent, and their spirit lives forever.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, because of the national teacher, Confucianism flourished, and Confucianism was valued.

hum...

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

As these Confucian scholars shouted and cursed, the smoke on the lake surface began to slowly linger, turning into a whirlpool.

Nie Zhangqing stood by Lu Fan's side with the butcher's knife in his palm, his expression gradually serious.

Looking at the swirling smoke, Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Confucianism pays attention to 'qi'. This 'qi' is different from spiritual energy. They pay attention to the righteousness in their hearts."

"There are great Confucians who can drive back millions of troops with one word. Although it is exaggerated, what they are talking about is the arrogance of Confucian scholars."

"God has no form, but Qi has form."

Nie Changqing looked at the vortex of smoke formed by many Confucian scholars eloquently, as if there was an invisible air current flowing, and said hoarsely.

"Qi can kill people invisible."

Nie Zhangqing raised the butcher's knife.

"Three major methods known by all schools of thought, Mohism's Trick City, Confucianism's awe-inspiring energy, and Yin Yang's dream-killing technique..."

"Awe-inspiring Qi is one of the reasons why Confucianism can stand at the forefront of a hundred schools of thought."

"Of course, these scholars are much worse than the real Confucianists..."

What Nie Zhangqing said made Lu Fan slightly nod his head.

The vortex of smoke above his head made his skin feel a little oppressed, but... this kind of oppression is much weaker than the spiritual pressure of a practitioner.

"It's a bit mysterious."

Lu Fan had a half-smile, but he underestimated this low-martial continent.

"How to do?"

Nie Zhangqing pressed the knife and asked Lu Fan.

"My lord, the servants went to kill them and cut off their arrogance."

Ning Zhao's face turned frosty, and he said: "Arguing with these people, you can't win with theory."

"Don't kill them. These Confucian scholars are all famous...they represent the students of the National Teacher."

"Besides, even if you have spiritual energy in your body, you may not be able to kill the awe-inspiring energy gathered by hundreds of Confucian scholars."

After all, Nie Zhangqing came from Taoism, so he obviously knew more than Ning Zhao.

"You can't scold and scold, and you can't kill and kill... Isn't this a rascal?!"

"Will a martial artist become a master, and still have to suffer this crime?"

Ning Zhao gasped.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smiled, and patted Ning Zhao's slender, boneless waist.

"I'm a good-tempered person, but it doesn't mean they can step on top of my head and show off."

"Old Nie."

Lu Fan glanced at the twenty or thirty flower boats, with a playful look on his lips.

"kill."

You can reason with people at the same level, not at the same level, so let's talk about it after crushing it.

boom!

The moment Lu Fan uttered the word "kill\

,"Nie Changqing's eyes suddenly brightened, as if a flame was burning in the pupils, and a ray of spiritual energy was mobilized in the Qi Pill.

The energy and blood on his body boiled, and there were six consecutive sounds, exploding in the ears, roaring bursts.

Nie Zhangqing didn't warn Lu Fan, he had already said what should be said, but Lu Fan still made this decision.

That being the case, he can execute it.

Actually...

Nie Zhangqing was also very aggrieved.

The Confucian scholars just relied on their mouths to overwhelm these masters of martial arts who have worked so hard.

Why?

What about a hundred Confucian scholars?

So what about Haoran's righteousness?

Today, he, Nie Zhangqing, wants to slash his heart to his heart's content!

On the fishing boat, the old man had already hid in the cabin.

The boat pole was put on the stern.

Nie Zhangqing jumped up, grabbed the boat pole, and with his arms, he threw the boat pole like a javelin.

And Nie Zhangqing held the butcher's knife in his hand, stepped on it with his foot, the boat sank, and the next moment it was raised, Nie Zhangqing's body was already thrown out.

Snapped!

The bamboo boat pole was thrown sideways on the water surface, and a slender pole was floating.

Nie Changqing landed and touched the surface of the boat's pole, which was no more than three fingers wide.

It just slid out like this.

The civilian clothes on Nie Zhangqing rattled.

Holding a butcher's knife in one hand.

Sliding on the lake on a bamboo pole.

"A warrior! Be bold!"

"Young Master Lu, how dare you instigate your subordinates to swing knives at me?!"

"When I have the fame of the imperial court, I have to give the national teacher a heroic spirit!"

Flower boat.

Three Confucian scholars stood at the bow of the boat. When they saw Nie Changqing approaching with a butcher's knife in his hand, they glared angrily and shouted loudly.

As if there was a gust of wind, the long gowns on their bodies were blowing, pressing on their bodies, outlining their figures.

The smoke entangled into a vortex, awe-inspiring.

Nie Changqing slid on the pole, but the further back he got, the harder it was to slide forward.

The Confucian scholars on the flower boat were eloquent and eloquent.

There seemed to be a mysterious and mysterious aura in the world, which made the boiling blood in Nie Zhangqing's body start to freeze.

on a fishing boat.

Lu Fan watched with interest.

This was the most mysterious scene he had seen in this world so far.

The scholar is arrogant, there is still something...

In fact, the awe-inspiring gas has no lethality, it is mainly a kind of psychological and awe-inspiring awe.

Lu Fan's eyes flickered, and he was thinking, if the combination of grand energy and spiritual energy... what effect would it have?

Reiki has the lethal power, and awe-inspiring power has the deterrent power.

Can the awe-inspiring energy combined with spiritual energy truly suppress a million troops at once?

With one drink, the demon is wiped out?

The more Lu Fan thought about it, the more interesting it became.

If he could win millions of troops at one blow, then it would be a bit of a fantasy. The arrogance that suppressed Nie Changqing in front of him can only be called a trick.

Nie Changqing's face was serious, the wind was howling, and the surface of the lake was covered with waves.

He stood on the boat pole, facing twenty or thirty flower boats, hundreds of Confucian scholars, the oppression, the shock made the knife in his hand tremble slightly.

If the pole doesn't move forward, he, Nie Zhangqing, will not be able to board the flower boat and kill Confucian scholars.

suddenly.

Lu Fan's faint voice floated over.

It actually overwhelmed the cry of the wind and reached Nie Zhangqing's ears.

"Lightness kungfu is not enough, then kill the enemy from a distance, based on aura, and use the sword from the air, can you?"

"Don't worry about lack of aura."

Lu Fan said indifferently that Lao Nie had talked about "Royal Sword Jue" with him.

He asked Lao Nie to try the sword, and the one he tried...was Yudao.

Nie Changqing's body trembled slightly.

Afterwards, under the eyes, there was a gleam of brilliance that grew out of nothing, and suddenly shone brightly.

The immortal passed him the "Royal Sword Jue", he asked the young master, because he didn't have aura before, he couldn't master it.

And now...

He can try it.

Nie Changqing raised his head and looked directly at the hundred Confucian scholars on the flower boat.

Suddenly he smiled boldly.

After laughing, he closed his eyes.

An unprecedented peace of mind.

In the qi pill, a ray of spiritual energy was pulled out and penetrated into his limbs and bones.

What came to Nie Changqing's mind at this moment was the "Royal Sword Jue" improved by the Taoist "Sword Yan Jue", which is a method passed down by immortals.

Reiki operates according to the operating route of "Royal Sword Jue".

His heart suddenly calmed down.

The eloquent voices of hundreds of Confucian scholars disappeared.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the water, and the fluttering of gulls and herons all disappeared.

All he could think about was the butcher's knife in his hand.

Simple and unpretentious, a simple pig-killing knife, at this moment, seems to be integrated with him.

Human and knife in one!

A touch of light blue spiritual energy circulated quickly, following the trajectory.

Nie Zhangqing who was standing on the boat pole with light work.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

His hair was flying upside down.

The butcher's knife was held straight and raised.

The next moment, a ray of spiritual energy wrapped around the blade, and Nie Changqing slowly let go of the hand holding the butcher's knife...

The wind blows, the hair flies.

That black and simple butcher's knife was actually in front of him...

Don't fall and levitate!

Unmanned control, a suspension that violates mechanics!

on a fishing boat.

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched.

Ni Yu, who suffered from seasickness and vomited until his legs became weak and unsteady, took the Reiatsu chessboard from his hand.

Elegantly placed on the lap.

Unhurriedly opened the chess box.

Rolling up his sleeves with one hand, he took out a crystal white chess piece from it with the other.

...

Nie Changqing's face revealed a look of amazement, horror and disbelief.

"The imperial sword..."

Nie Zhangqing laughed suddenly, and stepped hard on the boat pole.

Boom!

The body soared into the sky and flew up.

The boat pole was stepped on and stood straight up, like an Optimus Prime standing on the lake.

Nie Changqing stepped on the top of the boat pole, standing high above.

He folded his arms, then jerked forward and apart.

The pig-killing knife suspended in front of him, centered on the knife shaft, rotated at a high speed.

Nie Zhangqing's laughter exploded on the surface of the lake.

Swing your arms down.

The pig-killing knife spinning at high speed stopped suddenly, with the blade pointing downwards, slashing towards a delicate flower boat.

Indistinctly.

It seems that outside the butcher's knife, there is an illusory outline of the knife shadow!

Take the sword with one breath, and cut the enemy from the air!

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