Do practitioners have such means?

His son Tang Yimo is also a practitioner, but Tang Xiansheng had no idea at all.

"Don't let me say some words three times."

Lu Fan's voice sounded again, and then he became silent.

Tang Xiansheng opened his mouth.

Obviously, he sensed the unhappiness in Lu Fan's words.

So, he didn't dare to ask again.

Young Master Beilu Lu’s temper is famous. Tang Xiansheng felt that if he really angered the other party, he might really not be able to get out of Beiluo City.

People like him who are afraid of death dare not try it.

With inexplicable awe, Tang Xiansheng bowed to the direction of the island in the middle of the lake, and then got into the carriage.

"Go back to the imperial capital."

...

Beiluo, the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan leaned on the Qianbian Chair and held a bronze wine glass in his hand, filled with warm green plum wine.

The white shirt blows in the wind, and the drooping temples float elegantly.

It makes sense that he did not see Tang Xiansheng, because there is no need to see him.

The purpose of Tang Xiansheng coming to him was obvious to persuade him to join Nanjun and become his aide. Lu Fan really didn't like this.

Therefore, he refused to come to see him directly.

Compared to seeing Tang Xiansheng, Lu Fan felt that it would be more interesting to play a storm game, or to watch Nie Changqing and others form a group to beat the Master of the Secret Realm.

Jing Yue has returned.

When the lonely boat carrying him floated in the lake.

Ni Yu, Nie Shuang and others on the island all exhaled a long breath.

Ni Yu took out the Qi-gathering pill wrapped in a bupa with disgust and threw it back to Jing Yue.

Jing Yue grinned and smiled brightly and headed towards the second floor of the pavilion.

"Young Master..."

Jing Yue knelt on one knee in front of Lu Fan.

Lu Fan took a sip of the wine in the bronze wine glass and said, "Not bad."

"From today, you will be a disciple of Bai Yujing."

Jing Yue raised his head in surprise.

"Thank you, young master!"

Lu Fan nodded slightly, played with the wine glass in his hand, and made a move.

Jing Yue's broken sword sped out and landed in Lu Fan's hands.

"Well... this sword is useless."

"Today, since you have given me a disciple of Bai Yujing, I will give you a sword."

Lu Fandao.

The next moment, I raised my hand, pressed my slender fingers against my guard, and gently pushed forward.

The red phoenix sword rushed out.

The sword lingering around Jing Yue burned.

A ball of iron floated out of the air.

Lu Fan's mind surged, and soon the iron became narrow and long, turning into a green edge.

The sword is three feet long and is engraved with unique patterns.

The sword floated in front of Lu Fan. Lu Fan flicked his fingers and flicked it on the tip of the sword, the belly of the sword, and the hilt of the sword. He bounced three times in total. Each time, spiritual energy burst out and shocked the sword body.

Feng Lingjian returned to the wheelchair handguard.

Wave your hand.

The three-foot sword of Qingfeng floated in front of Jing Yue.

"This is the sword you give it to you, the name of the sword, you can take it yourself."

Lu Fandao.

"Sword, the leader of attack, sword intent can help the power of the sword. I hope you will not let this sword down, and be able to cultivate sword intent and become a true swordsman with sword intent."

Lu Fan said.

Jing Yue's face was full of excitement, and his lips were trembling.

Is this the gift given to him by the young master?

Looking at this sword that was so beautiful that it seemed to touch his heart, Jing Yue's hand was almost trembling.

He held up the sword, as if he was holding up his lover's slim hand.

This is the first gift Jing Yue received in his life and his favorite gift, no doubt about it.

The sword is there, the man is there.

Lu Fan waved his hand, and Jing Yue went down to the Baiyujing Tower.

He held the sword and stroked it with love.

suddenly.

A black shadow appeared quietly behind Jing Yue, which scared Jing Yue's heart almost shrank.

"Can I use this sword to observe it?"

The hoarse voice, like the sound of sand and stone sharpening.

Jing Yue suddenly looked back and looked around, but couldn't see anyone. When he looked down, he saw a short figure.

"Pongshu...senius?!"

Jing Yue was stunned.

He discovered that this person had become the head of the government office of Bai Yujing's forces, Gongshu Yu.

Gongshu Yu held his hands, his white hair was full of old age and old age.

His eyes were staring at the sword in Jing Yue's hand.

It seemed that I saw Gong Shuyu's hesitation.

"Your sword is missing a scabbard. I will give you a scabbard."

Gongshuyu spoke hoarsely.

Jing Yue smiled and handed the sword to Gong Shuyu.

Gong Shuyu's excitement at taking the sword was no less than Jing's. He seemed to see a peerless beauty, gently touching her palms.

I stroked the pattern on the sword, stroked the sharp blade of the sword...

"I am worthy of being a young master... The exquisiteness of this sword is deeply rooted in the essence of "Weapon Refining Notes". This is a spiritual tool, a top-grade spiritual tool of the yellow grade!"

Gongshu Yudao.

He had read "Weapon Refining Notes" and learned about the classification of spiritual tools.

He reluctantly returned the sword to Jing Yue.

"Swords are good swords, but they still need to be nourished. The instrument is dead and the human being is alive. If the human energy can be incorporated into the instrument, the power of the instrument can be further enhanced."

"For example, Nie Changqing, his pig-killing sword is no longer just an ordinary pig-killing sword, because he is nourished by his energy, and may not be as good as your sword in terms of quality, but the power of the real fight is far from what you can resist."

"What is this sword called?"

Gong Shuyu carried his hand behind his back and said.

Jing Yue rubbed the sword with a smile on his face: "My surname is Jing, this sword is my heaven... Then call it, Jingtian Sword."

"Sedan?"

Gong Shuyu chewed the sword name and nodded slightly.

"Give me three days to create a pair of scabbards for Jingtian Sword..."

Gongshu Yudao.

Then, he took out the "Weapon Refining Notes" with his steps and started reading it hungrily.

If it weren't for sensing that Lu Fan had refined a sword for Jing Yue, he wouldn't have paid attention to Jing Yue at all.
To be continued...