The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Gradually, the world became blurred. The raindrops fell on the ground, and the water vapor raised after it burst out, like a rising curtain covering the world.

Outside Beiluo City.

The carriage was beaten by the rain.

Inside the carriage, it was as quiet as usual.

Mo Beike's carriage and the national teacher Kong Xiu's carriage were opposite each other from afar. Both sides saw each other, but never contacted each other.

The green cow stepped on the water splash three feet away, Li Sansi rode the cow with an umbrella, and a wooden sword was tied around his waist, and he came swaying.

On the road, a carriage galloped past, raising the rain on the ground.

Li Sansi glanced at the carriage.

The horse was riding a familiar figure.

"Old Ten."

Li Sansi shouted.

The sound was instantly swallowed by the rain, but Nie Changqing heard it, looked at Li Sansi, and nodded slightly.

He understood what was the purpose of Li Sansi coming here.

Xie Yunling called Hua Dongliu, who was named the Sword Sect, and Gongshuyu, the scholars of the military clan, to Beiluo. This was something he never expected.

Nie Changqing remembers Xie Yunling once asked him about his son's strength.

Nie Changqing said that Lu Fan is very strong, the kind that is so strong that he is not afraid of being enemies of the whole world.

However.

Xie Yunling came after all.

Is this the last stubbornness of the hundreds of schools of thought?

Nie Changqing sighed lightly.

He slowed down the carriage.

The green ox with Li Sansi walked slowly.

Li Sansi looked at the carriage, as if he could see through the silent woman sitting in the carriage at first glance.

Nie Changqing didn't say anything, and Li Sansi didn't speak.

One man rode a cow and the other rode a horse. In the hazy misty rain, he walked outside Beiluo City.

They saw the carriage of Mo Beike and the carriage of Confucian national teacher.

Li Sansi chuckled, the Mohist master and the Confucian national teacher, all came...

In addition, the Tianji family Lu Dongxuan in Beiluo City, all the schools of thought have come.

Mo Ju saw Li Sansi and Nie Changqing.

Mo Tianyu also saw it.

Both sides looked at each other speechlessly.

Li Sansi chuckled, his voice lingering in the rain.

"Old Shi, you broke into the Dao Sect alone. I'm not here that day."

"As the first disciple of Dao Sect, Li Sansi, I am not here that day. Today, it's just right that time, so you and I will finish the matter of Dao Sect."

Li Sansi said.

On the carriage, Nie Changqing was slightly stunned.

He glanced at Li Sansi in confusion and surprise.

"You have changed."

Nie Changqing said.

"I feel you have a stronger heart..."

Nie Changqing leaned against the carriage frame, and a faint sound floated, like Li Sansi, overshadowing the roar of the rain.

If it were Li Sansi in the past, he would be happy to avoid the war.

Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu didn't talk, and in fact, it wasn't their turn to interrupt.

"Is that so? After experiencing some things, I feel that it is necessary to become stronger. If I don't become stronger, I don't even have the qualifications to protect me. The fact is so cruel."

Li Sansi held an umbrella, and rainwater was like a pillar on the edge of the umbrella, constantly sliding down.

"Come on, if you can't beat me, I'll take it back with Sister Ru."

Li Sansi smiled.

Of course, he was just a joke. He knew Nie Changqing's weaknesses and how to force him to fight.

Nie Changqing's face remained unchanged, and the corners of his unshaven mouth slightly curled.

"You were the number one, I was the tenth, and I didn't even have the qualification to swing a knife at you."

"Originally, there was a little regret in the Dao Sect. Now, this regret can be made up, and you don't have to use Ru'er to motivate me."

Nie Changqing said.

As he said, the pig-killing knife placed beside the carriage frame suddenly began to tremble continuously.

The next moment, it turned into a black light and suddenly burst out.

boom!

With Nie Changqing's body as the center, a wave of spiritual energy spreads, and the shocking rain curtain was blown out of the hole.

"Oh, above the Qi Pill?"

Li Sansi chuckled.

The next moment, the breath on his body shook, and the rain around him was shaken and the surroundings were shaken away.

The umbrella was closed and stacked on the back of the green cow. Li Sansi looked serious, and the wooden sword at his waist slowly pulled out and knocked on the head of the cow.

"What a coincidence... so do I."

Bang!

The words fell.

The rain in front of Li Sansi turned into sharp arrows and threw it towards Nie Changqing on the carriage.

The raindrops that were shaken open in front of Nie Changqing also hit them one after another.

In front of both, the rain curtain exploded, like thousands of small ice beads sprinkled on the thick ice surface, constantly jumping.

The powerful spiritual pressure made Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu in the distance frightened inexplicably.

Inside two carriages.

Mo Beike and Kong Xiu both squinted their eyes.

There are good shows in and outside the city.

...

The lake was filled with rain, and thousands of ripples were created.

The lonely boat stagnates in the lake.

Xie Yunling looked at the island and the boy in white on the pavilion and couldn't help but squint his eyes.

This picturesque boy is the rumored Beilu Ping'an?

The gorgeous young master Lu?

The rain soaked Xie Yunling's clothes, and the palms in his wide sleeves couldn't help but clenched.

"Old Lu, your Tianji family has joined Bai Yujing. Do you still want to participate in this battle?"

Xie Yunling looked at Lu Dongxuan beside him and said.

Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Yu also turned their heads and looked at Lu Dongxuan. Lu Dongxuan in white clothes seemed a bit eye-catching in this gray world.

Especially the big gold chain around the neck expresses its arrogance.

Lu Dongxuan's face, covered in gullies, shook like a swimming snake, and he was smiling.

He recalled the scene from the previous moment.

...

Under the gloomy sky.

Lu Dongxuan climbed to the second floor of Bai Yujing's pavilion step by step, standing behind Lu Fan, who was sitting in a silver wheelchair with his back facing him.

"Young Master..."
To be continued...