Chapter 31 appeared! The prince's spiritual pressure (please vote!)

escaped... escaped?

Chen Beixun stood alone on the fishing boat, looking at the lonely boat speeding away, feeling a little confused.

In a sword school, status levels are divided according to the number of swords in the sword box.

Only first-rate warriors are qualified to carry a sword case and enter the level of master warriors. The sword case can hold two swords.

There are two swords in the sword box of the Grandmaster from the first ring to the fourth ring.

Starting from the Five Rings Grandmaster, with each higher ring, there will be one more sword in the sword box.

A six-sound master warrior can hide four swords in his sword case.

The highest level is the Nine-Sound Master, who can carry seven swords in his sword box.

Moreover, those seven swords were specially made by the sword-making master of the mechanical family, and they are the best weapons in the world.

This is a tradition passed down in the sword school since ancient times.

The sword school martial arts master on the lonely boat, with four swords hidden in his sword box, is the Grandmaster of Six Rings...

But such a strong man.

He actually abandoned his original plan and fled without looking back!

Nie Zhangqing cut the lake with one sword, and then he slashed twenty times in a row, splitting twenty flower boats and killing dozens of Confucian scholars. Did he scare the six-ring master of the sword school? Chen Beixun's body trembled slightly.

He suddenly understood why Lu Fan was so calm and fearless.

The strength of this abandoned disciple of the Dao Sect...

It's like a monster!

On the fishing boat.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan's faces were also filled with fear.

They looked at Chen Beixun, and ferocious expressions gradually appeared on their faces: "Chen Beixun, you lied to us?! You said you were sure to get rid of Lu Pingan!"

Zhu Yishan growled in a low voice.

Liu Ye looked at Chen Beixun with an unfriendly look.

Yesterday, Chen Beixun came to them overnight and conspired for the whole night. He vowed that if the Sword Sect intervened in this matter, they would take advantage of the time when Lu Fan took the boat to Zuichen Pavilion to get rid of Lu Fan.

But now, everything is like fart.

The master of the sword sect was scared away before he even showed up!

They... were sold out! They could imagine what would happen to them when Lu Fan came back to settle accounts with them.

At this moment, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan thought of the elegant young man sitting lazily in the wheelchair, and for some reason they felt a chill in their hearts.

"What are you afraid of!"

"Since ancient times, the rivers and mountains have changed, but the aristocratic families have remained unchanged... Although the three aristocratic families of Beiluo City are not as top-level as the Tan Tai family, we now have the support of the sword sect, one of the hundreds of schools of thought... He, Lu Ping'an, will never dare to touch us."

Chen Beixun stood at the bow, carrying a yellow pear wood sword case on his back, his blue shirt fluttering in the lake breeze.

His voice was cold and powerful.

"But the sword master escaped...escaped!"

Liu Ye raised his hand, held up a finger, pointed at the lone boat that had escaped and disappeared, took a deep breath, and said.

Chen Beixun clenched his teeth slightly.

"This is called a temporary strategic retreat. We will also retreat and return to the mansion for further discussions!"

Chen Beixun took a deep breath and said.

Then he ordered the boatman to turn around.

However.

Just as the boatman was paddling the boat and turning around with difficulty.

suddenly.

Suddenly, a terrifyingly powerful pressure erupted.

BANG !!!!

"Um?"

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly as he put all the chess pieces into the chess box.

He looked into the distance, and on the lake where the smoke had dissipated, he saw a small boat facing his fishing boat, raising white waves and rushing off into the distance.

"Who is that...?"

Lu Fan raised his chin in the direction of the madly running boat and asked in surprise.

Nie Zhangqing carried the butcher knife, raised his head and looked at the small boat in the distance.

"A yellow pear wood sword box, with four swords hidden in it, from various schools of thought and sword sects... the Six Rings Grandmaster Swordsman."

As the tenth in the Dao Sect, Nie Zhangqing was naturally no stranger to the sword masters.

"Sword school...Grandmaster swordsman?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

"Why is he running? Sir, I have such a good temper, am I going to eat him?"

Nie Zhangqing choked and glanced at the group of Confucian scholars still fluttering in Beiluo Lake, and was speechless.

You have a good temper...Fuck.

The seeds are as narrow-minded as dragon fruit seeds.

Nie Zhangqing simply stopped talking.

"Never mind, he's sensible."

Lu Fan supported his chin, slowly closed his eyes, checked the self-recovery of the spiritual energy in his body, and waved his hands.

"Sir, there is a ship behind us. It is Chen Beixun and the princes of the Liu and Zhu families."

Ni Yu, who was lying on the edge of the fishing boat, seasick and vomiting until he was exhausted, suddenly pointed at a fishing boat in the distance with a haggard and thin face and said.

"oh."

Lu Fan glanced at Ni Yu, who looked pitiful after vomiting, slowly closed his eyes, and replied.

Nie Zhangqing controlled the sword twenty times, and each move he made consumed twenty strands of spiritual energy.

However, he could feel the Qi Dan surging like a furnace, slowly recovering itself.

At this rate, it would take about an hour to recover a trace of spiritual energy. This recovery speed is indeed a bit slow.

However, Lu Fan was quite content.

"Sir... they are turning around and leaving."

Ni Yu's weak voice echoed in Lu Fan's ears again.

Lu Fan opened his eyes.

"Walk?"

He grabbed the Reiatsu board and placed it on his lap.

He took out a black piece from the chess box.

The black spot was smooth and shiny, and Lu Fan held it between his middle and index fingers.

"How can my Lu Ping'an's excitement be so beautiful?"

The next moment, in his eyes, everything in his sight suddenly began to turn into translucent lines, just like when he had cast spiritual energy to Ning Zhao from a distance.

He enlarged the map in his sight and found the fishing boat that Chen Beixun was trying to escape on.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Afterwards, place the piece at the Tianyuan star position on the chessboard.

Click.

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

A wisp of light blue spiritual energy rose up from where Lu Fan made his move, like a small burning flame.

The wind suddenly blew on the calm lake.

Ning Zhao's silk long skirt was blown up continuously.

Nie Zhangqing's pupils shrank, and he squeezed his legs together...

It appeared! The young master's... spiritual pressure! ...

On the fishing boat.

Chen Beixun's heart trembled. A pressure that seemed like the power of heaven made him unable to resist for a moment. His face was facing down and he was pressed tightly against the deck.

He prostrated himself on the ground, without even the strength to move a finger.

It's not just him, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan are also like this.

They were even worse off than Chen Beixun, with blood oozing from their mouths and noses.

As for the boatman, he had already jumped into the lake and was swimming madly towards the shore.

Chen Beixun growled. He wanted to get up, but the pressure on his body was as heavy as a mountain.

Boom! The lake water around the fishing boat exploded, rising seven feet.

The fishing boat was instantly crushed and sank into the lake.

The cold lake water madly swallowed up Chen Beixun, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan.

The fishy-smelling lake water poured into their mouths.

What on earth happened?!

How could the ship sink so suddenly? Where did the terrible pressure come from?

They didn't think it was Lu Fan who did it. They were several miles away, and Lu Fan was not an immortal, so how could he possibly crush the fishing boat?

Chen Beixun and the other two were full of doubts, but their strong desire to survive left them no time to think, and they could only swim as hard as they could towards the shore.

Even a second-rate warrior would be exhausted after soaking in the cold lake water for half a day and then swimming to the shore.

There were even many Confucian scholars who became exhausted halfway through the swim and, with a lingering attachment to the world, sank to the bottom of the lake with a grunt.

Chen Beixun was lucky, after all, he was a first-rate warrior. Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan also had martial arts strength, so they returned to the shore alive.

They were soaked, their clothes stuck to their bodies, and their bodies were stained with a lot of filth from the lake.

suddenly.

The ground shook.

The sound of horse hooves exploded.

A group of soldiers in helmets and armor rode over on horseback. The onlookers screamed and retreated. They recognized that these soldiers were the Beiluo Army of the City Lord's Mansion.

Yi Yue was riding on a brown horse, and behind her was the Iron Blood Army of Beiluo City, dressed in cold armor.

"The young master has ordered that you take the three sons of the noble families back to the prison in the city lord's mansion for tea."

Yi Yue said with a cold and serious expression.

"Cuff them."

The next moment.

Several iron-blooded soldiers walked over, pulling heavy and cold chains.

Chen Beixun was wet all over as he got up from the ground. His carefully groomed beard had already become a mess.

He straightened his back, his body strong and unyielding.

"I am Chen Beixun, a disciple of the Sword Sect, and you all..."

“Bang!”

However, before Chen Beixun could finish his words, Yi Yue suddenly lashed out with a whip and hit him.

Suddenly, the burning pain made Chen Beixun almost cry.

"I want to see Young Master Lu!"

"I……"

Chen Beixun shouted, but Yi Yue had a cold face and swung the whip again, leaving blood marks on Chen Beixun's body.

"The Master has ordered that if you open your mouth to speak, you will be... whipped."

Yi Yue Fox Mei showed a faint smile on her face, holding the long whip in her slender hands, and spoke slowly.

Chen Beixun suddenly stopped talking.

He wanted to resist, but there were hundreds of brave and fierce Beiluo Iron-Blooded Army soldiers present. What could he use to resist?

Even if an ordinary master encountered so many Beiluo Iron-Blooded Army soldiers, he would probably have to surrender.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan never thought of resisting and were obediently handcuffed and taken away.

Chen Beixun, with water plants from Beiluo Lake stuck on his beautiful beard, turned his head to look at the fishing boat drifting quietly in the lake, as if he saw the young man in the wheelchair on the fishing boat who was enjoying the spring breeze.

My heart trembled slightly.

"In this round, it was me, Chen Beixun, who was careless...hiss!"

Chen Beixun was handcuffed with iron chains and looked out at Beiluo Lake, sighing.

But the words haven't fallen yet.

Snap! Yi Yue whipped him with a whip.

"Hiss! Gently...gently!"

PS: There are so many great people on the new book list, please give me your recommendation votes~ (End of this chapter)