The most feared thing is that the air suddenly quiet.

Ni Yu raised her head and looked at the familiar figure behind her. The expression on her face began to solidify gradually. She felt that the flesh on her face was a little stiff.

Even the elixir wrapped in sugar fell into the snow, she couldn't feel sad.

Of course, it is also because the sugar-coated elixir falls on the ground for no more than one breath, and you can still eat it by picking it up and blowing it.

"Mr....Young Master?!"

Ni Yudao.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair and looked at Ni Yu with a calm expression.

However, he did not punish Ni Yu, after all, Lu Fan has a very good temper.

Lu Fan glanced at his eyes, and with a move, a pebbles on the lakeside shot to his front and floated. Lu Fan raised his finger and wrote gently on it.

Stone chips spilled.

Then, with a move of Lu Fan, the pebbles fell to the ground, just in time to crush the pill with a "bar" sound.

"Young Master, I'm in seclusion for three months, and you may be under a little pressure."

"This pebbles record the refining method of the 'body tempering pill'. You can take a look first. I need to see the finished product in three days."

Lu Fan leaned against a wheelchair and his voice was very dull.

Ni Yu's hands were placed somewhere, and she looked at the crushed icing elixir with some heartache.

Young Master, are you a devil?

Why don’t you even let go of a pill?

She trembled her hands and picked up pebbles from the ground, and saw the dense small characters on it, which were elixir recipes.

Carving the elixir recipe on the pebbles was no longer so casual except the young master.

Ni Yu's mouth was pursed.

When facing the young master, does she dare to say no?

"Young Master... is the retreat over?"

Ning Zhao looked at Lu Fan, his eyes lit up slightly, and he gently pulled his hair and said.

Lu Fan nodded.

"Young Master, Jing Yue and the others have left the island and gone to various counties to fight against the Hu people."

Ning Zhao said: "There is a huge crisis in the world."

"I know."

Lu Fan was very calm and not surprised.

Ning Zhao was stunned. After thinking about it, it was true. How could the young master not know about such a thing?

Don’t look at the young master who rarely leaves the island, but he sits alone in the pavilion and knows everything about the world.

There is light snow floating in the sky.

It fell between the hair of several people, adding a little white floss.

Of course, the snow could not fall on Lu Fan's body, and the invisible airflow flowed around his body, fluttering the snow.

Lu Fan was wearing a white cloak and supported his chin with one hand.

Then, the Qianbiao Chair automatically went down the Baiyujing Tower and headed towards Beiluo Lake.

Ni Yu held the pebbles, and Ning Zhao looked over in confusion.

In the distance, Yi Yue, who was practicing, opened her eyes and hurried over.

In the lake.

It seemed that he could sense Lu Fan's breath, and Xiao Yinglong broke through the ice, but after being comforted by Lu Fan, he crawled back into the lake.

The Thousand Blade Chair was slowly walking, climbing across the lakeside, floating on the surface of the lake like a lonely boat.

Tear the lake surface and two ripples apart.

Lu Fan came to the center of the lake and slowly raised his hand.

The lake surface immediately separated to the sides.

This strange scene made Ni Yu and others stunned.

But I saw a huge golden ball floating out at the bottom of the lake, and there were five colors in the golden balls floating and rising.

The magnificent and majestic aura was being released, which made Ning Zhao and others on the island feel panic.

Even Ning Zhao, who was in the realm of body hiding, didn't even dare to look at the golden ball.

"Then...what is that?!"

Ning Zhao was a little shocked.

Ni Yu held the pebbles and swallowed: "Can it be a large hemp ball made by young master...?"

Ningzhao: "..."

On Beiluo Lake.

Lu Fan's hair was swaying, watching it floating up, the origin of the plane equivalent to the diameter of the black pot, stretched out his hand... and his palm attached to it.

Buzz...

Strange fluctuations began to surge.

At the top of Bai Yujing, the clouds broke open and turned into vortex, like an upside-down funnel.

A strange change began to occur between heaven and earth.

...

Nanjun.

Outside the southern Jincheng, the drizzle is drizzling.

The air was filled with rich blood.

The situation on the battlefield has been controlled. Jing Yue's white shirt is not stained with blood, holding Jingtian's sword and swinging his stabs towards the barbarian army.

With one stab, the sword energy was pierced for hundreds of meters, and the body was broken and seriously injured.

Under such a sword stab, Jing Yue felt that his sword intent seemed to have been condensed a lot.

far away.

The sword saint Hua Dongliu looked at Jing Yue's sword thorn, his eyes lit up slightly.

The sword moves are simple and simple, and the transformation from simplicity to the essence may be the essence of swordsmanship. One stab, one swing, and one sweep are actually extremely difficult to do well.

Unexpectedly, Jing Yue could actually realize this level.

Huadongliu naturally saw what Jingyue’s purpose was. Jingyue wanted to condense the sword intent, just like his Eastflow sword intent. With one sword out, it was like the rushing river flowing eastward, carrying the power of the Eastflow and possessing a thousand pounds of power.

In order to understand the Dongliu sword intent, Hua Dongliu spent thirty years.

The East China Flow flew down from the city wall.

He pulled out the "Chaoju" and waved it suddenly, and countless sword shadows gathered around the sword body. The next moment, it was like flowing water, and it was surging out in a mighty way.

The East China flowed to the ground and landed beside Jing Yue.

"You must have a sense of aura in your mind to understand the sword intent. You must understand what you want in your heart, what your sword... wants."

East China runner.

"The sword has intention. If you understand the intention of the sword, you can condense the sword intent in one go."

Hua Dongliu looked at Jing Yue and said with a smile.

"The times are different today. The emergence of spiritual energy makes it easier for the sword to condense the sword intent...you can experience it with your heart."

Jing Yue nodded and held Jingtian Sword.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy in the Qi Pill was surging and brewing.

Hua Dongliu didn't say anything, held the sword and rushed out.

Although they belong to the world, the world is not just the world of the court, but they are also an important part of the world.

When the barbarians attack, how can they sit idly?

After the battle in Nanjun came to support the enemy, it gained a huge advantage, and the barbarians began to retreat.

After Tang Yimo opened his second meridian, he became even more crazy and killed all directions.

All the strange black robe sacrificial priests were wiped out by Tang Yimo.

In the dense forest.

There seemed to be a roaring sound of the ground.
To be continued...