Chapter 19 Practitioner, Spiritual Pressure (Please collect and recommend)
The rain is falling lightly.
The continuous rain made the sky and the earth hazy.
In the alley, rain splashed and hit the blue bricks, splashing high water.
Yi Yue held an umbrella, and Fox Mei had a look of surprise on her face.
Ni Yu also widened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth into a circle, and looked at the handsome man in front of him who was wearing a straw raincoat and a hat.
This man...
How dare he say that?
Young Master is so narrow-minded, this guy... is doomed! Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, and the rain sprinkled along the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, like a string of beads, making Han Lianxiao's smiling face full of haziness in Lu Fan's eyes.
Lu Fan laughed.
Clap your hands gently.
"Yes, I am just a scholar with a leg disease. I can only write poems and ask questions."
"It is a luxury to ask Your Excellency to give me face."
These words.
Han Lianxiao raised his eyebrows slightly.
It is said that Lu Changkong's son has a violent temper due to leg diseases, but now it seems... the rumors are not true.
Look at this temper...what a good one.
"Since Young Master Lu is so self-aware, please step down."
Han Lianxiao gently swung the wooden flute and smiled gently.
The voice was gentle, but towards the end of the words, it gradually became solemn.
Nie Zhangqing stood up tremblingly.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth and his face was pale from being washed by the rain.
"Mr. Lu...thank you for coming to rescue me."
"However, this matter is my own grudge. It will not benefit Mr. Lu if I get involved."
"But I beg you, Master Lu, to take my son away. He is just a child and he is innocent."
Nie Zhangqing's words trembled a little.
Lu Fan leaned back in his wheelchair, supporting his chin with one hand and gently flicking the moisture-stained wool blanket with the other.
The alley is narrow and cramped, just like the gloomy sky.
"Brother Nie, this is really difficult for Young Master Lu. The Lord's order is for me to bring you and Shuang'er back, especially Shuang'er, because the Lord is very concerned about her."
Han Lianxiao flicked the raindrops off the recorder and said with a smile.
Although his tone was hazy, it was filled with an arrogance that could not be refused.
Nie Zhangqing's face flushed immediately and he glared at Han Lianxiao angrily.
No wonder Han Lianxiao appeared now, it turned out to be for Nie Shuang.
“Pah.”
suddenly.
Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slapped the hand guard.
In the rainy alley, it sounded like thunder.
Ni Yu was startled.
Yi Yue's heart also tightened, and the Ningzhao cicada-wing sword that was blocking in front was gently raised, and her blood and spiritual energy began to surge, and her long silk skirt and black hair fluttered.
But Lu Fan raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his eyes.
"Father's love is like a mountain, moving heaven and earth. I, Lu Ping'an, hate to see such a touching father's love in my life. It reminds me of my old father who was waiting for me, Lu Ping'an, to come home for dinner."
"The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop; the son wants to take care of his parents but they are no longer there."
Lu Fan lowered his head, his eyes filled with sadness.
Afterwards.
Lu Fan raised his head and looked at Han Lianxiao.
"I almost forgot to ask you which faction you are from. How dare you not give me face in Beiluo City?"
Lu Fan said.
The sound floated in the narrow and cramped rain alley.
Han Lianxiao frowned and stared at Lu Fan. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the alley became a little solemn.
Being stared at by Lu Fan, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Holding the wooden flute tightly, the coldness in my heart seemed to be evaporated by the fire.
"A song of 'Tide Ballad', Dao Zong Ninth Han Lianxiao."
"I come from the Hundred Schools of Thought... the Dao Sect."
Han Lian laughed.
Bang! However.
As soon as Han Lianxiao finished speaking, Lu Fan slapped the wheelchair guard again.
"Dry!"
"You should have said it earlier!"
"Looking at your appearance, I thought you were the gold and silver Confucian Guards sent by the Imperial Master of the Imperial Capital to attack Old Nie. You scared me."
"Dao Zong? What the hell... In Beiluo City, are you not worthy of giving me face?"
Lu Fan suddenly leaned back on the wheelchair and looked at Han Lian with a pout.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Nie Zhangqing looked at Lu Fan in astonishment.
Although I don’t know whether Lu Fan’s behavior is because he really doesn’t know that Han Lianxiao is from Dao Sect or he is pretending not to know.
But, no matter what...
This guy...his behavior of bullying the weak and fearing the strong is too real.
Yi Yue smiled softly on her charming face, while Ni Yu rolled her eyes. The young master is still a young master...
Ning Zhao gently raised the sword, and a series of water droplets fell from the tip of the sword, pointing directly at Han Lianxiao.
The gentle smile on Han Lianxiao's face gradually disappeared.
He stared at Lu Fan. He didn't seem to understand why Lu Fan was so arrogant and presumptuous.
Why did he do that? Just relying on this maid who had just entered the Grandmaster stage?
"Master Lu, what do you mean?"
Han Lianxiao's tone was somewhat cold and annoyed.
"Noisy."
Lu Fan waved his hand.
"Sister Ning, get him."
Buzz...
As soon as Lu Fan finished speaking, the sword chant exploded instantly, Ning Zhao moved, and the two strands of spiritual energy in the Qi Dan suddenly surged, like a furnace burning.
The rain curtain seemed to be cut open.
The sword light was like lightning cutting through the darkness, heading straight for Han Lianxiao.
Raindrops continued to fall on Han Lianxiao's hat. He ignored Ning Zhao and just stared at Lu Fan.
"The Grand Master is his servant. Lu Changkong's handwriting is indeed extraordinary."
"This maid is quite skilled. Under Beiluo City, she suppressed four masters with her sword..."
The gloom on Han Lianxiao's face disappeared, and he smiled again, his smile as bright as a spring breeze.
He slowly raised the wooden flute in his hand.
"Mr. Lu... you are not a master, so you may have misunderstandings about the strength of a master. You know nothing about the mystery and power of the masters of various schools of thought."
"You, a servant girl, may have strange qi and blood, but... it cannot be used as capital for your arrogance and pampering."
Click.
Han Lianxiao suddenly threw the wooden flute out.
It touched the tip of Ning Zhao's sword.
The next moment, Ning Zhao's heart trembled and his pupils contracted.
The recorder suddenly split.
Where the sword tip collided, densely packed wooden strips actually branched out, which wrapped around the sword tip and actually bound and locked Ning Zhao's joints all over his body.
Leaving her completely unable to move.
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Ning Zhao's umbrella fell and the rain soaked her body.
"In terms of combat experience, you are just a maid of a Grandmaster... you are far behind."
Han Lian smiled faintly.
He put his hands behind his back and ignored Ning Zhao who was restrained by him.
It would be difficult for Master Yi Xiang to break free from the wooden flute lock that he had specially commissioned the mechanism master to make in a short period of time.
Every step he took caused rain to splash two feet high.
He locked his eyes on Lu Fan and walked towards him step by step. He was arrogant and indifferent, as if he was a god or devil who was high above and judging Lu Fan's life and death.
Nie Zhangqing raised the butcher knife.
However, Han Lianxiao's blood was shaking, and he casually slapped out with his palm, knocking Nie Zhangqing's butcher knife high into the air.
Han Lianxiao ignored Nie Zhangqing who was like a bad guy.
The tendons of the hand are plucked, and the Qi and blood become stagnant.
The once great swordsman has fallen to a level not even as good as a first-rate warrior.
It's not even in his eyes.
Han Lianxiao walked and laughed.
"Heavy rain, narrow alleys, murderous night."
"The right time, the right place, and the right people."
"With such good conditions, if I kill you, no one will know."
"If I don't kill you, I will be sorry to God."
Han Lianxiao's tone became increasingly sinister, and in the end, it was filled with murderous intent.
"Introduce myself once again, Han Lianxiao, the ninth of Dao Sect, the Grandmaster of Five Rings."
Bang! Han Lianxiao stepped down suddenly.
The accumulated water rose seven feet high, like a heavy rain.
Yi Yue's expression suddenly changed. She grabbed the whip at her waist and stood in front of Lu Fan.
However.
Han Lianxiao slapped out with his palm, hitting the raindrops. Countless raindrops hit Yi Yue, causing Yi Yue to spit blood and fly backwards.
Since you have decided to kill Lu Fan.
Han Lianxiao didn't hesitate any more.
He is a man of the underworld, while Lu Fan, the son of the Lord of Beiluo City, is a man of the court.
Once he kills, there is no turning back.
No traces or evidence should be left behind.
Although the Great Zhou is now in a mess, the Confucian State Master is still there, and the Great Zhou still has the power to deter the various schools of thought! "Die!"
Han Lianxiao looked directly at Lu Fan, who had red lips and white teeth and was sitting in a wheelchair.
In his eyes, Lu Fan was truly pitiful. With a leg disease, he couldn't even run away in fear when facing death.
Han Lianxiao let out a low growl from his throat.
With one palm, he blasted away the falling raindrops, and his fingertips were like a knife, trying to cut across Lu Fan's neck.
In a wheelchair.
Lu Fan frowned, the wind and rain were like a knife cutting his face, the rain soaked his clothes, Ni Yu hugged the oil-paper umbrella tightly, his legs trembling.
But she didn't retreat in the end.
Looking at the hideous and terrifying Han Lianxiao.
Lu Fan exhaled and slowly closed his eyes.
Ning Zhao's defeat was beyond his expectations, but it didn't mean he was without any trump cards.
He could continue to send spiritual energy to Ning Zhao, but...
This time, Lu Fan chose not to do so.
My heart was moved.
Exchange the soul strength of 6.5 in the panel for 5 points.
1 point of soul strength can refine 10 strands of Qi.
A moment.
Lu Fan's spiritual energy instantly soared from 0 strands to 50 strands.
After the redemption is completed.
Lu Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
He stared directly at Han Lianxiao who was coming to kill him, his eyes indifferent, cold and ruthless.
The Qi Dan is like a baking furnace.
His mind was like a trickle of water, and Lu Fan used the "Wanfa Honglu" to modify the cultivation method "Dao Zong Yunling Shu" for Nie Zhangqing.
The next moment.
Lu Fan felt that 50 strands of spiritual energy were boiling inside the Qi Dan, which was like a furnace.
In a wheelchair.
Lu Fan sat quietly.
50 strands of light blue spiritual energy were constantly crisscrossing around his body.
Boom! A huge and majestic pressure suddenly came down.
Han Lianxiao, who was galloping over, suddenly fell to his knees in the flooded alley with a plop, forced by the pressure.
The enormous pressure made it difficult for him to raise his head.
The side of his face was pressed tightly against the cold ground where splashes of water were dancing.
He fell to the ground, unable to move! His heart... was shaking.
“What…what is this?!”
Han Lianxiao's pupils constricted, as if he had seen a ghost.
Lu Fan, whose wheelchair was surrounded by spiritual energy, reached out his hand, wiped away the moisture that was spraying on the wool blanket, and glanced at Han Lianxiao who was lying on the ground in a mess.
Leaning lazily in the wheelchair, chuckling:
"Practitioner, spiritual pressure."
"It's just a trifle."
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