After the game of chess was over, Lu Fan leaned on the Thousand Blade Chair and took a breath.

The second game of "Yi Tianshi" is the wind and rain game, and the difficulty is greater than that of the Shanhe game. It is mainly because of the meaning of tempering the soul strength contained in the chess game, which makes Lu Fan quite tired.

However, there is no doubt that the effect is good.

Although it took half a day to play chess, Lu Fan's soul strength was condensed and enhanced a little. Combined with the skills, the spiritual energy was even more breeding.

Now Lu Fan is in the third level of Qi Refining. If you want to break through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, you need a full 9,000 strands of spiritual energy to reach the upper limit of 10,000 strands of reserves and advance to the fourth level of Qi Refining.

The difficulty is huge, but Lu Fan is not without a chance.

He has another task that has not been completed.

Let Bai Yujing become a transcendent force, once completed, you can get a reward of 1,000 disposable attributes.

With these 1,000 points, there is no doubt that Lu Fan's strength can achieve a qualitative leap and leap.

You can even enter the fourth level of Qi Refining in an instant.

He stretched his waist and controlled the Thousand Blade Chair to move forward slowly, walked out of the pavilion, and came to the terrace.33

The wind after a heavy rain came with a sense of moistness, filled with leisure.

The vermilion carved wooden railings were soaked in rain, and crystal water droplets were hung.

Lu Fan gently brushed his palm across the wooden railing, and all the water on it evaporated.

under.

Lu Mu's words to Lu Dongxuan were also heard by him.

"Three geniuses come to Beiluo?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

The Taoist sect Xie Yunling, the sword school Huadongliu, the mechanical family Gongshuyu, and the various philosophers of the Hundred Schools of All the philosophers once led the existence of an era.

Tap your fingers on the wooden railing.

Lu Fan suddenly seemed to understand something.

He leaned in a wheelchair and was quite expectant.

"Will you leave no regrets before an era end?"

"Since that's the case, I'll help you."

Lu Fan's voice lingered on the second floor of the terrace.

The Lord Baiyu Jinglou.

Lu Mu, who was making tea, moved his throat, and Lu Dongxuan's words had some impact on him.

Suddenly, Lu Mu understood that... Before he knew it, Bai Yujing had reached this level and wanted to come to an end to the era of various schools of thought.

Lu Mu still remembers the scene where Lu Fan was pointed at by thousands of scholars from Beiluo City.

In a blink of an eye, Young Master Lu, who was criticized by thousands of people, has become an unfathomable synonym, belonging to the era of Bai Yujing... It will soon be truly coming.

"My mu, let the news be spread so that everyone in the world knows the news. These old guys should let the world know again." 33 computer terminal:/

Lu Dongxuan sighed.

In the past, they were all famous figures.

Nowadays, when it comes to mentioning the scholars of various schools, people may be amazed, but who can know about Xie Yunling and the names of Donghualiu?

"Here."

Lu Mu stood up and left with a bamboo stick.

He picked up the pen and wrote the message, stuffed it into the legs of the Tianji pigeon, and after it was released, he left the white feathers with flapping their wings.

Imperial capital.

Teahouse in the alley.

The beautiful woman Qianqian received the Bai Ge. She took off the message from the Bai Ge's feet and glanced at it, and her beautiful eyes slightly condensed.

She solemnly folded the letter paper and stepped onto the top of the pavilion.

I wrote down the message, let it fly out, and sent it to the world.

Tianji Ge's residence, one pass, two pass, two pass, three pass...

Soon, this news was received from all over the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Whether it is the martial arts world or the temple, there are slight commotion, and many people seem to have expected some unusual meanings.

The three sons went to Beiluo with a decisive meaning.

It's a bit like a twilight struggle against fate for the last time.

Many martial arts people received news that some disciples from the Hundred Schools set out silently and rushed to Beiluo to see this grand event.

...

Xijun, within the big tent.

The Overlord got the news, and a light flashed slightly in his eyes.

"Just just go to the fire."

Xiang Shaoyun sighed.

After rubbing his hands, the secret letter in his hands was rubbed into ashes.

"Even if Mo Beike and Kong Xiu are added, they will not win..."

"The era of various schools of thought has come to an end."

Xiang Shaoyun shook his head and felt deeply moved.

He stood up, outside the tent, the moon was cold, and he walked slowly with the moonlight and came to the big stone in Dongyan River.

Looking at the rushing river water in the Dongyan River, the white water foam passed eastward, and the waves washed away all the heroes.

Xiang Shaoyun looked at the river and clenched his fists.

He wants to become stronger.

If he does not become stronger, one day he will end as powerlessly as the sects of the hundreds of schools.

...

Imperial capital.

In the Imperial City room.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the secret letter in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Young Master Beilu... the world's number one cultivator, Bai Yujing."

Tang Xiansheng spit out words one after another.

"What a fearful force."

He looked at Tang Yimo leaning outside the door and spoke slowly: "Yimo."

Tang Yimo pushed the door open and entered.

"I originally wanted to go to Baiyujing tomorrow, but once my father left the imperial capital, he would probably be assassinated in various ways."

"You are a practitioner. Tomorrow, I will go to Beiluo City instead of your father and see this shocking showdown."

Tang Xiansheng smiled gently and said.

Tang Yimo frowned.

Although he was unwilling to do so, Tang Yimo still did not refuse, and finally nodded and said, "Okay."

Then, there was no sound and disappeared into the night.

Tang Xiansheng looked at Tang Yimo's disappearing figure.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

...

The next day.

The sky is still a little gloomy.

It seemed as if there was a huge rain in the clouds, which was so depressing that it made people breathless.

From a distance, the black clouds are swaying to destroy the city.

The plain outside Beiluo City.

Three carriages were slowly coming, raising rolls of dust, and the sound of horse hooves tore through the silence of the morning.

The three coachmen were a little nervous, and inexplicably felt a depressing atmosphere, which made them breathless.

The carriage stopped on the plain five miles from Beiluo City.

The curtain was lifted, and three people cast their sights in the carriage.

"Bei Luo..."

Xie Yunling sighed.

Then, I walked out of the carriage and stepped on sand and stones.33 mobile terminal::

Hua Dongliu carried a sword on his back and walked out of the carriage, Gong Shuyu stood beside the two of them.

The three old men are old and have a look of vicissitudes of time.
To be continued...