Chapter 232 Who was the last person planted on the ground? [First update, please subscribe]

Beiluo.

Island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan sat on the Thousand Blade Chair, setting up a chess game to restore his soul strength.

Little Yinglong had water in his mouth and was having a lot of fun playing with Tianji pigeon.

suddenly.

Lu Fan, who was playing chess, moved his eyes slightly.

He dropped a chess piece, and there was a slight sound of the chess piece rubbing against the chessboard.

He raised his head and looked calmly and indifferently toward the island in the middle of the lake. The thick fog formed by the spiritual energy was penetrated by his sight.

At a glance, I saw Ximen Xianzhi gliding towards me on a sword.

"Young Master Lu, do you dare to fight?"

Ximen Xianzhi stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, showing confidence and a bit of the arrogance of a swordsman.

Lu Fan was naturally familiar with Ximen Xianzhi. After all, he was the one who taught Ximen Xianzhi the lightsaber technique.

However, the other party actually appeared on Beiluo Lake... and came to challenge him.

Lu Fan was a little speechless.

Who gave him the courage? Sword Master Hua Dongliu?

No matter who it is, Lu Fan doesn't care.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to challenge me."

Lu Fan leaned back on the Thousand Blade Chair, his eyes flickering slightly, with a smile on his face that seemed like a half smile.

Ximen Xianzhi was like a white goose that had lost its direction and crashed into the thick fog. He knew how powerful Lu Fan was. After all, who would dare to underestimate him when he was given the title of the world's number one cultivator?

Therefore, Ximen Xianzhi used all his strength when he attacked.

Boom! The sword under his feet shook the water, making the water on the lake seem to boil and explode.

Ximen Xianzhi soared into the sky.

He put two fingers together, his eyes were bright, and he focused the light into a sword! On Beiluo Lake, the light seemed to dim in an instant, and Ximen Xianzhi was holding a twisted lightsaber in his hand.

The lightsaber was huge, and it suddenly slashed down towards the figure on the Baiyujing Pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake.

The lightsaber was moving so fast that the lake seemed to be cut apart.

The most powerful attack unleashed by a cultivator in the Ti Zang realm is indeed not to be underestimated.

On the shore of Beiluo Lake.

Many spectators were staring.

Ximen Xianzhi's method was indeed somewhat unexpected to everyone. Even Jing Yue, Nie Zhangqing and others might have to take such a sword seriously.

What a pity...

Jing Yue shook his head.

This level is still a long way off.

Ximen Xianzhi hadn't been down the mountain for a long time and had no idea how terrifying the young master was.

The Overlord in the crowd sneered.

With this level of skill, he might not even be able to break his Overlord's defense, yet he actually wanted to challenge that monster Lu Ping'an...

Sword maniac, really a bit crazy.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan smiled.

The laughter was not loud, but it spread out and echoed over Beiluo Lake, causing ripples on the surface of the lake.

"With such strength... Are you insulting me by challenging me?"

The dull voice and the noisy lake surface suddenly froze.

The rippling water, flowing mist, and so on all seemed to be stagnant.

Ximen Xianzhi's body went cold, and he felt a huge pressure that made it impossible for him to breathe, as if his body was about to burst.

He raised his head and stared at the figure sitting on the Baiyujing Pavilion.

His lightsaber still slashed down fearlessly.

On the pavilion.

Lu Fan stretched out two fingers and pinched gently.

Ximen Xianzhi's lightsaber was crushed by Lu Fan and turned into countless points of light.

Ximen Xianzhi's pupils shrank.

However, he saw Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair, with a finger pointing at him from a distance.

A sense of danger emerged in Ximen Xianzhi's heart.

He growled suddenly.

The "Chao Ju" sword under his feet was suddenly raised high and held in his hand.

However……

Ximen Xianzhi actually felt like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Click...

Lu Fan tapped his finger lightly.

The Chaoju Sword exploded.

The broken pieces of sword scratched Ximen Xianzhi's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Lu Fan's finger suddenly moved forward again.

Boom! Ximen Xianzhi only felt a terrible impact, which made him a little confused.

The surface of the lake exploded, and Lu Fan's finger actually created a terrifying shock wave that tore apart the mist on the lake surface.

It hit Ximen Xianzhi's body.

Ximen Xianzhi gritted his teeth, coughed up blood, and drew the Bi Tao sword behind him to block in front of him.

However……

The shock wave hit.

The Peach Sword also suddenly exploded into countless pieces.

Ximen Xianzhi was hit by a huge force and started coughing up blood.

My whole head is in a daze...

Boom! There was a loud explosion.

Ximen Xianzhi's body was blown away and flew backwards from the lake. The people on the lakeside looked at Ximen Xianzhi, who stepped into the thick fog and flew backwards in just three or four seconds. Their faces suddenly became strange.

Ximen Xianzhi flew backwards, flew out of Beiluo Lake, flew out of the shore of Beiluo Lake, drew an arc in the air, and his body kept spinning.

The eyes of Overlord and others flickered, and a sense of horror emerged in their hearts.

They rushed out and chased after Ximen Xianzhi who was flying backwards.

Ximen Xianzhi's body flew across the ten-mile-long street.

at last……

It smashed heavily on the wall of Beiluo city.

Bang! There was a loud noise.

Ximen Xianzhi's body was almost completely embedded in the city wall.

On the city wall.

Many defenders were stunned.

They all went downstairs and looked at Ximen Xianzhi embedded in the city wall, their faces full of strangeness and curiosity.

Ximen Xianzhi felt that his swordsmanship was about to collapse. He looked at the gloomy sky and the snow flying in the sky in confusion.

Isn’t the Ti Zang Realm… the best realm in the world?

Why……

He feels like an ant?

Ximen Xianzhi was very confused. If he had fought hard against Lu Fan and lost, he would not be confused. After all, he had fought before.

But now...what does it matter? Lu Fan moved a finger...

He pressed him into the city wall and broke the two swords given to him by Huadong Liu.

Ximen Xianzhi suddenly felt depressed and had an urge to cry.

Young Master Lu is definitely not at the Ti Zang realm...

It is definitely an existence that transcends the Ti Zang realm!

The absolute gap made Ximen Xianzhi desperate.

It is right to challenge the strong.

After all, challenging the strong can help one achieve a breakthrough in oneself under the pressure of battle.

But the prerequisite is to ensure that you are not crushed, otherwise... there is a high possibility that your mentality will explode.

He remembered Mo Tianyu's hexagram.

But I felt a little unwilling in my heart. Where was the promised "good luck"?

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan smiled.

He stretched out his palm and grabbed lightly, as if grabbing at the void.

Afterwards.

Ximen Xianzhi, who was embedded in the city wall, narrowed his eyes and suddenly showed fear.

Isn’t it over yet?

Boom! He felt a huge suction coming from the island in the middle of the lake.

Ximen Xianzhi's body was pulled down from the city wall by the suction force, and once again crossed the ten-mile-long street and rushed straight into the foggy island in the middle of the lake.

The speed was so fast that Ximen Xianzhi's eyes were dizzy.

Wait until everything is clear.

Ximen Xianzhi felt as if his body was being buried in the ground...

The huge feeling of tightness made him feel desperate and unable to breathe.

He found himself buried in the ground, with only his head left outside.

He couldn't move, not even a finger.

Ximen Xianzhi was confused.

He was planted in the ground like an onion? On top of the Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan didn't care. He held the bronze wine cup and took a sip of wine. The comfortable wind blew on his body.

I haven't planted onions for a long time, but it seems my skills are still there.

There is a boat by the lake, drifting slowly.

Lu Dongxuan and Jing Yue boarded the island in a lone boat.

When they saw Ximen Xianzhi with only his head sticking out of the mud, their faces twitched.

Jing Yue looked at this familiar scene and pursed his lips.

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

He thought of Mo Tianyu who had been trapped by the young master in the same way.

If he hadn't talked to Mo Tianyu every day, Mo Tianyu might have lost hope in the world long ago.

And now, let’s talk about Ximen Xianzhi.

It's really heartbreaking.

Jing Yue shook his head, and came to Ximen Xianzhi with the Jingtian Sword on his back.

"Senior Brother Ximen... I told you not to challenge the Master... but you refused to listen."

"Fortunately, the young master is kindhearted and didn't slap you to death. He just planted you in the ground. This should be for the sake of the Sword Pavilion Master... When the Master pulls you out, you can live."

"The last person that was killed by the Master was... the Master's first disciple, Mo Tianyu. That time, thanks to my company and care, he didn't die. Senior Brother Ximen... do you want Xiaojing to talk to you?"

Jing Yue squatted beside Ximen Xianzhi and said.

Ximen Xianzhi looked a little haggard, and his eyes were slightly red, as if there was sand in them.

"You said... who was the last person to be planted in the ground?"

Ximen Xianzhi asked with trembling lips.

"It was Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism... The Master came in person to pull him out."

Jingyue Road.

"In order to prevent Mo Tianyu from dying, I was so worried..."

"Brother Ximen, do you want me to accompany you? Do you want me to talk to you? If you want me to, you should tell me earlier. If you don't tell me earlier, I might not know."

Jing Yue kept on talking.

Suddenly I didn't notice that Ximen Xianzhi looked like he had lost all hope in life.

When he learned the truth, tears fell from his eyes.

Lu Dongxuan also looked at Ximen Xianzhi with some sympathy.

It’s so miserable…

"Xianzhi, it is commendable that you are brave enough to challenge the young master, but you must at least enter the Heavenly Lock before challenging him..."

"Are you kidding mere Taizou to challenge you, young master? Isn't that ridiculous?"

"That old man Hua Dongliu is unreliable. He must have disliked you for a long time, so he actually let you do this."

Lu Dongxuan said.

Ximen Xianzhi didn't want to talk.

In fact, Lu Dongxuan and Jing Yue both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the Ximen Xianzhi was just planted in the soil.

Being planted in the soil meant that Lu Fan had no intention of killing Ximen Xianzhi.

Otherwise, with the young master's temper, Ximen Xianzhi would not survive more than three seconds.

"You guys are free?"

Suddenly.

Lu Fan's calm voice came from the pavilion.

Jing Yue, who was chatting with Ximen Xianzhi, suddenly jumped up from the ground.

Lu Dongxuan was also rubbing his hands, smiling.

"It's been so long, and no one has emerged as a Heavenly Locking Realm cultivator. I'm very disappointed in you."

Lu Fan's tone was neither happy nor sad.

But Jing Yue's heart tightened when he heard it.

Isn't he the young master's favorite? !

"Sir, Jing Yue has realized something, so let's go to the Trial Tower to train!"

Jingyue Road.

Then, he turned around, unsheathed the Jingtian sword, transformed it into a terrifying sword light, and flew across the lake.

Lu Dongxuan smiled, jumped onto the boat, drifted away and disappeared.

The island in the middle of the lake became quiet again.

Lu Fan continued to play chess, with a gentle breeze.

As for Ximen Xianzhi, he was too lazy to pay attention to him and just regarded it as a new scenic spot on the island in the middle of the lake.

Under the chrysanthemums and peaches, Ximen Xianzhi's head sticking out of the ground gives people a somewhat desolate feeling.

suddenly.

Ximen Xianzhi felt his head become heavy.

It seemed as if something was pressing down on his head.

A tail fell down and kept swinging in front of Ximen Xianzhi's eyes.

Little Yinglong curiously played around Ximen Xianzhi's head.

He pursed his lips and a stream of water shot out and hit Ximen Xianzhi's face.

Ximen Xianzhi was in so much pain that he almost cried.

He... is so miserable.

Mo Tianyu...next time we meet, the sword has no eyes, life or death is irrelevant! However, he was buried in the soil.

Ximen Xianzhi's heart suddenly calmed down.

The rustling sound of the rippling lake breeze and swaying bamboos on the island calmed his restless heart a little.

He looked at the leisurely and lonely figure playing chess on the pavilion, detached from the world, like a banished immortal, which made Ximen Xianzhi somewhat amazed.

Ximen Xianzhi challenged Young Master Lu, and the outcome was self-evident.

It didn't cause much of a stir.

Although some people are curious about Ximen Xianzhi's fate, Ximen Xianzhi never came out after entering the island. Perhaps... he died peacefully.

Sima Qingshan smiled and shook his head.

An Miaoyu, who was holding an umbrella beside him, pursed her red lips, feeling a little shocked.

"It is said that Young Master Lu has a very bad temper. Seeing him today...it is indeed true."

An Miaoyu said.

"Miao Yu, this is not right. Young Master Lu's temper today is already mild."

"When a weak person challenges a strong person, it is a provocation to authority. Even if he dies, it is his own fault... Besides, he is not dead yet."

Sima Qingshan said.

An Miaoyu was startled, "Not dead?"

"There is still a breath left..." Sima Qingshan said.

"Master, is Ximen Xianzhi strong? How do you compare to him?" An Miaoyu was very curious. She held an umbrella with her red cloak fluttering.

Sima Qingshan smiled as he carried a book box on his back.

"It's about the same. After all, I'm not good at fighting."

"Let's go to the Trial Tower. After we pass the Trial Tower, I will take you to visit Young Master Lu."

Sima Qingshan said no more.

The two of them headed towards Beiluoxi Mountain.

Western Hills.

Under the Trial Tower.

Figures gathered together.

Overlord, Jing Yue and Sima Qingshan all stepped into the trial tower.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan placed a piece on the chessboard, but his eyes could not help but focus.

He raised his head and looked towards the White Jade Tower. The clouds were gathering above the tower like a whirlpool.

Overlord, Nie Zhangqing, Ning Zhao, Sima Qingshan and other practitioners who have the greatest hope of entering the Heavenly Locking Realm all gathered in the Trial Tower.

This time, perhaps there will be a chance for the Heavenly Locking Realm to be born.

Thinking of this, Lu Fan fell into deep thought.

He looked at Ximen Xianzhi, who was buried in the ground with only his head left, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The weak need to challenge the strong in order to make progress.

Once someone steps into the Sky Lock, no matter it is Overlord or Nie Zhangqing and the others, unless they come to challenge him, they will never encounter an opponent that can put pressure on them.

After what happened today, I'm afraid no one would dare to challenge him, so Lu Fan felt that he had to put some pressure on them.

When they were in the Ti Zang realm before, there were pressure from the wanderers, so their cultivation speed was much faster.

If I enter the Heavenly Lock, where will the pressure come from?

Lu Fan leaned on the railing and listened to the snow.

This time, Ximen Xianzhi's challenge to him actually gave him some inspiration.

Lu Fan tapped the wheelchair armrest with his finger, his eyes lit up slightly, as if thinking about something.

With a thought, he entered the preaching platform.

If he wanted to put pressure on someone, Lu Fan suddenly had a bold idea.

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