Chapter 78 Young Master Lu kills all his disciples in three steps
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One person is upstairs and the other is downstairs.
The two just stared at each other like this.
The night grew darker, with a thick fog covering the moonlight and making the cold moonlight even more sparse.
Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and did not speak. After looking at the Mohist master standing in front of the window, he shook his head, lowered his head, and played with the metal flute in his hand, the residual warmth of the woman had gradually dissipated.
A look of regret flashed across his face from time to time, but I didn't know what he was regretting.
Mo Beike in front of the window narrowed his eyes and looked at the metal flute in Lu Fan's hand, his eye bags trembling slightly. That was Wei Yu's flute.
The Yin-Yang masters on the roof had their hats fluttering in the wind, and the mechanical beasts on the long street showed their ferocious faces.
Combined with the cold wind, the atmosphere was somewhat solemn.
Lu Changkong looked at Mo Beike standing in front of the window with a somewhat grim expression.
"Master, what do you mean?"
Lu Changkong drew the knife from his waist, his hair fluttering in the wind.
Inside the body, a wisp of spiritual energy flowed out from the Qi Dan, stirring like a little snake.
"well."
In front of the inn window.
Mo Beike sighed leisurely.
"Why is City Lord Lu still awake? Isn't it better to have a good sleep until dawn?"
Mo Beike's hoarse voice came.
"The whole city is asleep, why are you the only one awake?"
"If I fall asleep, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up..." Lu Changkong said indifferently.
"If my guess is correct, the Mohists should have made arrangements in the six cities of Beiluo, Zuilong, Tong'an, Pingnan, Yuanchi, and Wangtian, and are waiting for tonight."
Mo Beike looked at Lu Changkong, his wrinkled face, and chuckled: "Cultivators are variables, but the changes in the world have their own fixed numbers. We cannot let variables affect the fixed numbers. Therefore... we need to control the cultivators and wait until the world is stable before studying cultivation."
Mo Beike did not respond to Lu Changkong's words.
In other words, his answer was actually directed at Lu Fan.
Lu Changkong didn't say anything.
Because all the mechanical beasts on the top of the inn and on the long street moved.
As soon as Mo Beike finished speaking, murderous intent arose.
Lu Changkong was so solemn that he almost burst into tears.
Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair, his face was pale and his legs were shaking slightly.
Lu Fan sat in the chair, looking very calm, looking at the mechanical beasts flying towards him and the Yin-Yang family alchemist rushing down from the roof, his face indifferent.
He slowly grasped the metal flute in his hand.
"You don't understand cultivators. You say that cultivators influence the overall situation of the world, but in fact, it is you knights who break the law with force."
"It's ridiculous that you think you have everything under control."
"But, as for practitioners...you know nothing."
Lu Fan said slowly.
"I feel a little sorry."
"I thought the person who came today would be a great figure of the Mohist School, but I didn't expect him to be just an imposter."
Hmm? Lu Fan's words startled Lu Changkong.
On the pavilion, Mo Beike's eyes twitched again.
His eyes stared at Lu Fan with piercing eyes, and then he laughed.
"Mo Beike told me to be careful of Young Master Beiluo Lu. Sure enough, there is some truth in his words. That old man's vision is as vicious as ever."
The sound of laughter lingered along the long street.
The next moment, "Mo Beike" stretched out his hand, grabbed the jaw, and slowly tore it off. A twisted human skin was torn off. Behind the human skin was a somewhat evil face and spread out thick gray hair.
The hunchbacked old man also changed, gradually straightening up and becoming tall and strong.
In an instant, the whole person's temperament changed drastically.
Lu Fan was still holding the piccolo, with no emotion on his face.
Lu Changkong took a breath and recognized this person.
"The disciples of Yin Yang School...Wei Luan!"
A figure of the philosopher level!
Moreover, among all the schools of thought, they are the most mysterious ones, the Yin-Yang School.
For a moment, Lu Changkong was shocked by Mo Beike's caution, and actually asked the disciples of the Yin-Yang School to come to Beiluo to deal with Lu Fan specifically.
However, Lu Changkong also knew that in front of the Wolongling secret realm, Ning Zhao and Nie Zhangqing, in white skirts and white clothes, killed thousands of enemies and shed blood for hundreds of miles. As the master of these two people, Lu Fan naturally couldn't see through it.
Therefore, Mo Beike specifically asked Wei Luan, one of the scholars of the Yin-Yang School, to take action.
"What did you do to Wei Yu?"
In front of the pavilion, Wei Luan, with his gray hair fluttering in the wind, took a step forward, stepped in front of the window, and jumped down, his long robe fluttering, as he landed steadily on the long street.
The roar of the mechanical beast galloping.
The Yin-Yang School alchemists were galloping at a high speed over the surrounding houses.
They surrounded Lu Fan and others.
Lu Changkong was very nervous and tense all over. The existence of a master of the class brought him enormous pressure.
Lu Fan was as calm as ever, sitting in a wheelchair, playing with a metal piccolo.
Boom! The blue bricks of the long street were cracked, and a mechanical tiger roared faintly and leaped up. The moonlight shone on the mechanical tiger, reflecting coldness and killing.
"Wei Yu... is she the woman who played with insects?"
"Don't worry, she passed away peacefully."
Lu Fan said.
He flicked the metal flute in his hand gently.
Buzz...
The spiritual energy surged, creating ripples, and suddenly a sharp flute sound exploded.
Piccolo disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already at the tail end of the mechanical tiger...
At some point, the mechanical beast tiger was completely pierced through, and the mechanical family disciple inside the mechanical beast was also pierced through by the metal piccolo, bleeding profusely.
The mechanical tiger fell apart, and its parts fell in front of Lu Fan, causing a strong wind.
Lu Fan's white clothes rustled in the wind.
The metal flute was hanging in the night sky, with a drop of crystal blood dripping from it.
Lu Fan glanced at Wei Luan, who had a cold face in the distance.
Press your palms down.
Suddenly.
The metal piccolo stabbed down suddenly, and a mechanical wolf was nailed to the ground, completely unable to move.
With a graceful wave of his hand, he killed two mechanical beasts.
The Yin-Yang masters around also narrowed their eyes slightly.
Wei Luan narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Set up the formation!"
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The Yin-Yang school's alchemists moved, taking off their bamboo hats one after another. These people seemed to blend into the darkness.
They jumped out one after another and swooped down towards Lu Fan.
Lu Changkong held the knife and swung it fiercely at one of them.
puff……
But the alchemist turned into a ball of black mist, and Lu Changkong's sword strike missed.
These alchemists kept exploding into thick fog in the air, disappearing at their original locations, and when they reappeared, they were in another place.
Lu Changkong's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Even the martial arts masters felt a chill all over their bodies, as if these alchemists would appear beside them at any time.
Ni Yu was so frightened by the strange scene that he squatted on the ground.
At this moment, she wished she could sleep soundly like Luo Cheng, but unfortunately... her strength did not allow it.
Faced with this bizarre scene, Lu Fan simply took out a chess piece from the chess box beside the armrest of his wheelchair.
The moonlight broke through the thick fog and shone down, illuminating Lu Fan's face and the spiritual pressure chessboard, emitting a bright glow.
Use your middle and index fingers to pinch the chess piece.
The Yin-Yang masters and alchemists around were elusive and looked like ghosts in the thick fog.
Let the wind blow from any direction.
Lu Fan rolled up his sleeves and made a move leisurely.
The moment of making a move.
The terrifying spiritual pressure was suddenly released.
Buzz...
In an instant, the world suddenly became distorted.
Bang bang!
Two balls of blood mist exploded in the thick fog.
Two Yin-Yang masters had no time to escape and were crushed to pieces; the rest fell on the roof, terrified.
“It’s all fancy.”
Lu Fan said slowly.
He didn't make any more moves.
Instead, he handed the chessboard to Ni Yu and looked at Wei Luan.
He stood up from his wheelchair, his white clothes as white as snow.
When Wei Luan saw Lu Fan stand up, his pupils shrank slightly, just like when Wei Yu saw Lu Fan stand up.
"You may become the first of the Hundred Schools to die in Beiluo."
Lu Fan said.
"Don't worry, I have a good temper and will let you go as peacefully as your disciples."
Wei Luan's eyes narrowed and his gray hair flew.
He bit his fingertip, put a drop of blood on his forehead, and drew along the bridge of his nose. Soon, he had drawn a strange pattern on his face.
Yin-Yang School...Curse Seal.
Suddenly.
Wei Luan's figure on the long street became blurry.
Something can be created out of nothing, one becomes two, two becomes three, and then five.
Wei Luan transformed one into five.
Lu Fan looked normal.
Afterwards, black air surged around his body.
Take a step forward.
Boom...
The entire Beiluo City seemed to tremble.
The five Wei Luans' facial expressions trembled in unison.
Lu Fan took the second step.
The five Wei Luans all felt a huge pressure like a mountain, which made them kneel down.
Lu Fan took the third step.
The five Wei Luans all knelt on the ground with their heads lowered, finally unable to hold back their horror.
Lu Fan also stood in front of Wei Luan with his hands behind his back.
The black airflow around his body turned into a sharp knife and swept across suddenly.
The five Wei Luans…all had their heads flying up.
Just like his disciple Wei Yu, he passed away peacefully and withered as quietly and beautifully as autumn leaves.
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