Chapter 20 He told a big lie

The rain gradually became lighter, from heavy downpour to continuous drizzle, like freshly brewed white tea floating in the night sky.

In the alley.

The picture is extremely weird.

A young man with red lips and white teeth sat upright in a wheelchair, supporting his chin, looking leisurely and relaxed.

Around him, streams of light blue air were flowing rapidly, interweaving around his body, like the operation of a small circulation of qi.

The drizzle falling from the sky was torn into pieces by the air before it even got close.

Everyone was stunned.

This was true even for the three maids Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Ni Yu, who were very familiar with Lu Fan.

The young master at this moment seemed so strange.

So...high and mighty.

They had never felt this way before.

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

Han Lianxiao is a master.

If it comes to a battle of energy and blood, a hundred Lu Fan are no match for one Han Lianxiao.

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

Lu Fan used the Yellow Rank Top Grade Kung Fu "Dao Zong Yun Ling Shu" and the spiritual energy intertwined into a curtain, creating a natural sense of oppression.

Lu Fan called this "spiritual pressure".

This is the professional suppression of non-practitioners by practitioners.

Of course, this was also because Lu Fan burst out fifty strands of spiritual energy in an instant.

Without sufficient spiritual energy to support it, such a strong spiritual pressure could not be created.

Just like Ning Zhao, although there are two strands of spiritual energy in the Qi Dan, apart from improving and assisting combat power, it is unable to form any spiritual pressure at all.

Even if there is, the impact on a master warrior will be minimal.

Han Lianxiao lay on the ground, and the rain water accumulated on the ground seeped into his raincoat and soaked his clothes.

He wanted to stand up under the pressure.

It seemed as if every part of his body was fitted with extremely heavy shackles, as if a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds was pressing down on him. Even simple movements felt extremely difficult for him.

The spiritual pressure of a practitioner?

A trifle?

Han Lianxiao suffered a huge shock to his mind.

The son of Beiluo City Lord Lu Changkong, a half-paralyzed man, actually has such a method? Han Lianxiao knew in his heart that this was definitely not a method that a warrior could master!

Even a grandmaster with eight or nine rings may not be able to do it!

He struggled to raise his face that was buried in the water. He used to be handsome and elegant, but at this moment, he looked completely messy. His hair was soaked with water and stuck to his pale face.

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

However, all he saw was the crisscrossing light blue air currents. Lu Fan was wrapped in the air currents, vaguely visible, like a fairy in a painting!

"you……"

Han Lianxiao's pupils constricted.

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and tapped the thin wool blanket covering his thighs with the other hand.

He glanced at Han Lianxiao indifferently.

Grandmaster Wu Xiang should be very powerful. Perhaps once he gets used to the spiritual pressure, he will be able to move more freely. However, when the spiritual pressure formed by fifty strands of spiritual energy first appeared in this world, Han Lianxiao was unable to adapt to it in a short period of time.

How strong would the spiritual pressure be if there were a hundred strands of spiritual energy? How terrifying would the spiritual pressure be if there were a thousand or ten thousand strands of spiritual energy? Suddenly, Lu Fan felt a little bit of a mysterious feeling.

far away.

Ning Zhao broke free from the mechanical wooden flute.

Holding the cicada-wing sword, her hair was hanging down in a slightly messy manner, and there were a few bloodstains on her fair skin caused by struggling to break free from the restraints.

She remained silent, feeling remorseful and guilty.

She was too careless. With her spiritual energy at her disposal, she underestimated the martial master.

The result was that he was bound and locked by the mechanical wooden flute.

Putting the young master in danger.

If it weren't for the young master's extraordinary power, this time... the consequences would be disastrous.

Just as Han Lianxiao said, in the dead of night in the narrow alley, 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 sea is wide for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly.

The tip of the sword rested on the ground.

Ning Zhao took light steps, causing the accumulated water to splash.

"Sir, how should we deal with this?"

Ning Zhao said in a cold and emotionless tone.

Lu Fan supported his chin and glanced at Han Lianxiao without any excessive hesitation or dragging his feet.

"Kill him."

Lu Fan said.

The calm words came out.

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

Han Lianxiao, who was pressed to the ground by the spiritual pressure, narrowed his eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Phew!

The white blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, pierced through his chest, and bright red blood flowed out, gradually forming a pool of blood under Han Lianxiao's body.

So decisive! There was 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 silly scholar who only knows how to read Confucian books! He has mysterious means, and he has a decisive heart to kill! He told a huge lie!

What on earth does he want to do?!

Han Lianxiao lowered his head, and before he died, he still stared at Lu Fan unwillingly.

Finally, he lay in a pool of blood, without a sound.

Nie Zhangqing lost his butcher knife.

His expression was complicated and astonished. Dao Zong Ninth Han Lianxiao... was dead.

The Five Rings Grandmaster.

Among the various schools of thought, when these philosophers do not appear, they are basically the masters of the martial arts world.

Such warriors died quietly in Beiluo City.

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

An assassination attempt against him ended just like that.

There was no joy in Nie Zhangqing's heart, only a deep chill.

Han Lianxiao's death may become a fuse.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In the days to come, the strong men of Dao Sect may set foot in Beiluo City one by one.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is now in chaos, the state master is unable to take care of himself, and the warriors of the various schools of thought are becoming more and more active and unscrupulous.

No one knows better than Nie Zhangqing how cruel and unreasonable those people in Dao Sect are.

Lu Fan dispersed his spiritual energy and stopped practicing Daoist Spirit Movement Technique. After being deduced, this blood-moving technique became a top-grade yellow-grade spiritual energy cultivation method.

Able to condense spiritual energy and form spiritual pressure.

Unfortunately, apart from spiritual pressure, Lu Fan cannot refine his Qi through exercises like other people.

"Thank you, Master Lu, for saving my life."

Nie Zhangqing brought Nie Shuang to Lu Fan and expressed his gratitude with a pale face.

Nie Shuang's big eyes rolled around, with a bit of awe and a bit of fanaticism.

The scene where Lu Fan suppressed the powerful and invincible Han Lianxiao with just a few gestures had caused a huge shock to his young mind.

Ning Zhao didn't say anything. She drew her sword and wiped the blood off the sword with her sleeve. Then, she sheathed the cicada-wing sword and stood quietly behind Lu Fan.

Yi Yue also got up silently. This confrontation with the master had dealt her a heavy blow.

She doesn't even have the qualifications to protect the young master.

Lu Fan glanced at Nie Zhangqing.

"You want stability, 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, Dao Zong would not let him go, nor would he let Nie Shuang go.

"The premise is that you are really strong enough." Lu Fan emphasized.

Nie Zhangqing took a deep breath, and the wounds on his body were soaked by water, causing burning pain.

But he didn't care. This injury was common to him.

"But... my tendons were torn, and my energy and blood are barely able to circulate..."

Nie Zhangqing looked at his slightly shaking hands and said sadly.

"You really treat the immortal fate bestowed by the immortal as nothing."

Lu Fan flicked his fingers on the thin blanket, as if chatting with friends, laughing and teasing.

As soon as these words came out.

Nie Zhangqing seemed to be struck by lightning, staring at Lu Fan in disbelief.

"Of course, there are methods for cultivating immortality, but... you still lack an opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation."

Lu Fan smiled.

"Did you see the spiritual pressure?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Follow me and I will teach you."

Lu Fan leaned back in his wheelchair and said lazily.

Nie Zhangqing was in a very confused mood at the moment.

He never told anyone about his chance to become an immortal.

However, Lu Fan was able to tell it accurately.

Could it be that Lu Fan was the "Six Great Immortals"? No... that's not right, the Six Great Immortals didn't have leg problems at all, and the methods of Lu Fan and the Six Great Immortals were also very different.

Or... Lu Fan had also entered a place where immortals could become immortals and obtained immortal fate?! Nie Zhangqing suddenly realized.

There really are immortals in this world! Nie Zhangqing's mood fluctuated greatly, and his mind seemed to be in a battle between heaven and man.

Various ideas are constantly colliding.

The complexion changes unpredictably.

After a long time, he looked at Lu Fan passionately.

Crash!

Nie Zhangqing knelt on one knee in front of Lu Fan.

Nie Shuang, who was standing by, blinked his eyes and quickly knelt down like his father.

"I am Nie Zhangqing, and I am willing to follow Master Lu!"

Nie Zhangqing said.

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed violently.

The water splashed more than two feet high.

There was fanaticism and yearning in Nie's big eyes.

"Me...me too!"

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