This method can be said to be unpredictable.

The words on the plaque were erased from the air and a new name was mentioned again. This was not a magic trick, but a creation out of thin air. Who can do it in the world?!

Nie Changqing took a deep breath, and the young master's methods once again refreshed his worldview.

Ning Zhao was also surprised, but he soon calmed down.

After all, there are too many miracles that the young master showed.

Nie Changqing carried the pig-killing knife, Ning Zhao also stretched out his fair and slender neck, looking at the name re-nominated on the pavilion.

"Bai Yujing..."

The two of them murmured, chewing on the name.

"From now on, 'Bai Yujing' will be the power of the young master."

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, rubbed his fingers, and chuckled, "You are one of Bai Yujing."

"Thank you, my son, for your accomplishment."

Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao's hearts trembled slightly.

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and nodded slightly, feeling very good.

"In the future, you can walk outside and call yourself a disciple of Bai Yujing..."

"Here."

The two nodded slightly.

A gust of wind blew, blowing up the peach blossom petals falling on the ground.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had his drooping temples fluttered.

The stranger is like a jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

Ning Zhao was slightly lost in his mind when he saw it.

A flash of splendor flashed in Nie Changqing's eyes.

Bai Yujing...

In a short time, the name of this force will resound throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This may become a force that is above all the schools of thought.

He, Nie Changqing, the former abandoned disciple of the Daozong, now has a new identity...

Disciple of Bai Yujing.

And he had a premonition that the name of the disciple of Bai Yujing Nie Changqing... might be even louder than when he was in the Dao Sect.

Nie Changqing lowered his head, looked at the scattered peach blossom petals floating on the ground, and suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth gently and laughed.

From a abandoned disciple of the Daozong who was like a dog in the family, to the current disciple of Bai Yujing.

Everything is getting better.

Lu Fan was in a wheelchair, with the three words "Bai Yujing" flying and flying on the plaque. Ning Zhao looked at the young master's trance, while Nie Changqing was full of thoughts.

Under the bluestone staircase of the Baiyujing Building.

Those strange scenes of the peach blossoms on the peninsula being left in an instant were frightened to the point of being sank on the ground and selling themselves in Zuichen Pavilion, the singers who were also full of ghostly expressions at this moment.

Especially the madam, her face full of panic.

I didn’t see them changing the plaque, but... Why did the nomination plaque for Zuichen Pavilion disappear?

Instead, the three words "Bai Yujing" are replaced!

What the hell is this Bai Yujing...?!

...

"Sister Ning, those singing girls, just send them away from the island in the middle of the lake, give some silver and settle it."

"I want to see anyone else on this island except Bai Yujing."

"Old Nie, guard the island in the middle of the lake. Without this son's permission, no one can step on the island."

Lu Fan supported his chin and said lightly.

"Here."

Ning Zhao bowed, slowly retreated down the bluestone steps, and walked towards the singing girls and madams who were sank on the ground.

Nie Changqing also nodded, carried the pig-killing knife, and stood silently in front of the door.

And Lu Fan's mind moved.

The prompt message pops up.

"The gift of the Qi of Enlightenment: The Door Couplet (The best-quality treasure of Xuan-level, possessing the Qi of Enlightenment, the visualizer has a one-ten thousand chance of gaining the opportunity to enlightenment. The higher the cultivation level, the higher the probability of enlightenment.)"

"Does the gift couplet be installed?"

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, what is the best Xuan-level treasure?

His spiritual chessboard is a lower-grade treasure of the Xuan-level. Is this couplet even higher than the spiritual chessboard?

Now, Lu Fan also understands the system's level division of treasures.

First of all, the class, according to the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth, the small levels in the class are the lower, middle, upper and the best, four small levels.

"Stand it."

Lu Fan confirmed in his heart.

Later, Lu Fan saw that the original couplet describing Fengyue disappeared on the gate of the pavilion. Instead, they were replaced by two vertical plaques made of black iron.

"The sky is a chessboard, and the stars are made of pieces."

"The earth becomes a pipa, and the road makes strings."

Lu Fan looked at two plaques condensed out of thin air.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Something interesting.

The two questions formed a couplet, and just by looking at them, it seemed as if there was a misty momentum coming.

After rubbing his eyebrows, Lu Fan moved his gaze away.

After watching for a long time, there was no sign of enlightenment.

Sure enough, something like taking a chance is not suitable for him.

Of course, it may also be because he still cannot reach the standard of enlightenment.

Only those who have great wisdom or who have reached a bottleneck in their cultivation and are only one line away from breaking the realm will be more easily touched.

And Lu Fan really doesn't look like ordinary practitioners.

"Old Nie."

Lu Fan shouted.

Nie Changqing looked back and looked over.

Lu Fan didn't say anything, but raised his hand and pointed to the two erected plaques made of black black iron hanging.

Nie Changqing was stunned.

His eyes moved horizontally and fell on the hook.

Um?

At first glance, I didn't feel anything.

In the second look, Nie Changqing's pupils shrank.

In the third eye, Nie Changqing felt as if his heart was hit by a heavy punch.

Puff!

He squirted a mouthful of blood.

The qi and blood in the body roared uncontrollably, and six abnormal sounds exploded uncontrollably.

The whole person seemed to be hit by a huge force.

Dingdengdeng.

Continuous retreat.

He felt a huge force pressing down on his body, his eyes were covered with blood. He stared at the couplet tightly, his eyes were about to burst into bleeding.

Finally, my legs became weak.

With a click, the blue bricks were cracked.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
To be continued...