"Li Sansui (identity: a disciple of the Taoist sect) entered the preaching platform."

"Mo Ju (identity: Confucian disciple) entered the preaching platform."

"Sima Qingshan (identity: a poor painter in Nanjincheng) entered the preaching platform."

...

Lines of prompt text scrolled in front of Lu Fan's eyes.

Lu Fan, who was used to it, looked calmly.

[Daoist Platform] Since the last time he recruited a newcomer, he has not had any abnormal movement. Now, after he broke through to the third level of Qi training, he has begun to recruit newcomers again.

This made Lu Fan unable to help but guess that perhaps, if he upgrades to qi, he might be a newcomer to pull him up?

Of course, this is Lu Fan’s guess, and it is very likely that all of this is just a coincidence.

Among these three names, two Lu Fans are not unfamiliar with them.

"Li Sansui, the little Taoist nun from Daozong?"

"Mo Ju... Hum? Confucian disciples? This guy... is not a Mo family, Dan Tai Xuan's counselor, how could he become a Confucian disciple?"

Lu Fan first looked at the first two names. Li Sansui had some impression of him. He did not expect that the preaching platform would actually pull her in this time.

Li Sansui had already obtained the fate of immortality at the age of 30, and his cultivation was not weak.

It was quite unexpected that he would be brought to him by the missionary platform.

However, what surprised Lu Fan even more was...Mo Ju's identity.

"The Confucian disciple... this guy is not honest."

Lu Fan thought.

Mo Ju was a counselor of Dan Tai Xuan. He came from the Mohist school and became a disciple of Confucianism...

Lu Fan didn't think that the [Daoist Platform] would have an incorrect mark, which means that Mo Ju is very likely... to be a secret chess set up by the national teacher in the imperial capital?

After smiling, Lu Fan didn't think about it anymore.

The mind entered the [Pastoral Platform].

In the middle of the spiritual energy rolling, there were three slowly condensed blurred figures in the center of the missionary platform, and the face was hard to see clearly.

Li Sansui frowned. She looked down at her blurry figure. It was obviously not the real body, but the feeling was exactly the same as the real body.

There were two people beside him, one looked like a scholar, carrying the one behind him with one hand and gently lifting it up in front of his lower abdomen with the other hand.

On the other side, there was a man with fear, who was so scared that he squatted on the ground as soon as he came in.

“Where is this?”

Li Sansui was curious.

In the secret realm of Longmen?

It doesn't look like this. Such a rich spiritual energy is beyond the reach of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

In the center of the space, there is a Bagua formation platform floating, and above it, the misty air gathers and stacks, and soon a figure of immortal spirit and Taoist bones condenses.

Sitting upright in the center of the formation, the spiritual energy lingers, and the ethereal is out of the dust.

"A new person is here..."

Lu Fan said lightly.

His voice lingers in the entire missionary space, which makes Li Sansui and Mo Ju slightly shocked, while the poor painter named Sima Qingshan looked full of fear.

Every time I open a missionary, I always seem to get in with strange things.

This time it's pretty good.

However, Sima Qingshan is the painter, so why should he be more poor?

Lu Fan had some complaints about the introduction in his heart.

"This is a secret realm of preaching. You can all get the immortal relationship and rain. Remember not to reveal each other's identities, so as not to cause the reversal of the heavenly way and fall into the Nine Netherworld Purgatory forever."

Lu Fan is quite skilled in the formulaic opening remarks.

However, the effect is as good as ever.

Li Sansui, Mo Ju was upset when he heard this.

Sima Qingshan was so scared that his face turned pale. He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lu Fan, who was sitting on the Bagua Formation Platform.

"Immortal, let me go. I'm just a poor painter. I have no money and I have nothing. Let me go!"

Li Sansui didn't care much about Sima Qingshan's actions.

Sima Qingshan’s reaction is what a normal person should have.

Mo Ju was curious.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Fan sitting on the immortal platform.

Compared to the group of white blue birds who are cognizable, these group of immortals are very arrogant.

Li Sansui had the cultivation level of a practitioner, so he looked at Lu Fan without fear.

Mo Ju also cared about curiosity.

Lu Fan smiled faintly.

Gently brush your sleeves.

boom!

In the missionary platform, terrifying pressure suddenly erupted.

Mo Ju and Li Sansui couldn't control themselves and knelt on the ground, smashing their knees, causing the spiritual energy in the missionary platform to scatter and ripples scattered and scattered.

Behind Lu Fan, there are immortal pavilions, flying waterfalls, five-clawed dragons and other magical states emerging.

Being able to enter the preaching platform is their immortal fate.

Lu Fan is too lazy to talk nonsense.

Continue to brush your sleeves.

The runes beating rapidly around their bodies, transforming into thousands of illusions, as if they had built a hazy and gorgeous world.

Li Sansui knelt on the ground, raised her head, and opened her mouth to say something.

However, the words have not been said yet.

A ray of white light poured into her eyebrows, making her feel as if her mind was about to explode.

"Go."

Lu Fan said lightly.

Li Sansui's body exploded and disappeared.

His eyes fell on Mo Ju, a disciple of Confucianism?

Lu Fan also built a practice method with runes, specializing in cultivating the righteous spirit, and spreading it to Mo Ju.

Mo Ju sensed the chapter that appeared in his mind, and his face suddenly became a little strange.

He opened his mouth, but Lu Fan waved him away without waiting for his answer.

Finally, in the preaching platform, only Sima Qingshan, who was kneeling on the ground and almost cried, was left.

"Those who can enter this place can all seek immortality once. What kind of immortality do you ask for?"

Lu Fan spoke, his voice was empty and he lingered among the towers of Xiantai.

Sima Qingshan's body trembled.

But I was so nervous that I couldn't even say anything.

The preaching platform suddenly became quiet.

Lu Fan was speechless.

Afterwards, without waiting for Sima Qingshan to speak, he waved his hands directly, allowing the runes to construct a practice technique that was accompanied by a ray of spiritual energy that penetrated Sima Qingshan's eyebrows.

Afterwards, Sima Qingshan's body was shattered.

"Get done with work."

Lu Fan raised his lips and withdrew from the preaching platform.

The fragrance rises in the house.

Lu Fan opened his eyes and took the bronze wine glass. The wine in the glass was already a little cool, but Lu Fan didn't care and drank it all in one gulp.

Outside, it was raining heavily and it was pouring.

The sky is gray, as if it is sprinkled with light ink.

He took out the Lingwei chessboard again.
To be continued...