The moonlight shines through the vermilion carved wooden windows, projecting on the rice paper that lays the desk, reflecting the bright light.

The wooden bed curtain tent hangs.

Vaguely, Lu Fan sat cross-legged on it.

When my mind moves, the system panel is mobilized.

Host: Lu Fan

Title: Qi Refiner (permanent)

Number of Qi Refining Layers: 2 (3rd level progress: 100/1000 strands)

Soul Strength: 11 (Convertible: 2)

Physical strength: 1 (convertible: 1)

Aura: 92 strands

Reward for transformation: "Chuangxuan Qi Refining Chapter"

World rating: Wuhuang Continent [Low Martial Arts]

Permissions: [Task], [District of the Mission], [Reincarnation of the Spirit]

Branch permissions: [Wanfa Oven (lv1)]

Spiritual Tools: Spiritual Proof Chess Board (Xuanjie Lower Level)

Disposable attribute points: 10

Lu Fan's mouth slightly raised, and the 10 attribute points earned was an unexpected surprise, which made him quite satisfied.

After touching my chin, thinking and analyzing for a while.

Lu Fan divides 10 attribute points.

9 points to increase the soul strength, 1 point to the body.

Lu Fan's soul strength officially entered 20 points, and the exchangeable soul strength remains 11 points.

boom!

As the attribute point control is completed.

Lu Fan suddenly felt that his soul had been baptized again.

The feeling of enlightenment made his eyes extremely bright and bright in the darkness.

The soul strength will have a very obvious sense of improvement every time you span 10 points.

Lu Fan felt that his five senses and six consciousnesses became clearer, and it seemed that the flow of blood in his body could be clearly identifiable.

The ability to control objects is stronger. Originally, he could only control the rotation direction of the wheelchair, but now, he is afraid that he can control the wheelchair to drive without any rush or slow speed.

This is promotion.

Lu Fan's heart moved slightly. Perhaps, as the strength of his soul increases, he may reach the level of spiritual consciousness mentioned by the immortal cultivator.

A wisp of spiritual consciousness spans thousands of miles, and everything in the world is in my heart.

Retracting his mind, Lu Fan suppressed his emotions.

He was not overwhelmed by joy. To build the Low Martial Continent into a fantasy world, it is not enough for him to become stronger by himself.

The mind moved and fell on the column of the missionary platform.

Just as Lu Fan was about to sink his mind into the mission platform, Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Looking up at the vermilion carved wooden window.

On the roof of the Lu Mansion.

There was a man carrying a wine gourd, stepping on bricks and tiles, and his body was as light as a swallow, coming with a chic style.

The Confucian shirt is rolling, her breasts are exposed, her head is full of hair, and she is arrogant in the wind.

Who is this guy?

Lu Fan was a little confused.

He started a massacre in Beiluo City, and the killings were in panic.

There are actually people who dare to break into the Lu Mansion late at night.

Is it a skilled person who is brave or... not afraid of death?

...

Ning Zhao stood up from the roof, his white skirt fluttering, and his eyes were picturesque.

A cicada-wing sword was drawn from her hand, and the sword body was almost transparent, and under the moonlight, it flashed with ice crystal-like fluorescence.

"Who is yours?"

"It is a death sentence to break into the Lu Mansion late at night."

Ning Zhao's long hair hanging from his waist drifted in the wind, and cold words lingered in the dark night.

In the villa.

Jing Yue put his fingers together and wiped it on the pineapple wood sword box. The sword suddenly "scared" and was held in his hand.

This is his first show since becoming a slave of Lu Fan. Although he is helpless, but...

In order to leave a good impression on Lu Fan, he had to sell some strength for this debut.

Above the eaves, Mo Tianyu's bright moon plate was above his head, stepped on the blue tiles, and came in a leisurely manner, without making a sound. This light skill is excellent.

"The madman whispers to the country, and laugh at the genius with one word!"

"The first disciple of Confucianism...Mo Tianyu!"

As one of the seven heroes of the Sword Sect, Jing Yue had a natural vision. He recognized Mo Tianyu, who was disheveled, held a gourd, opened his chest, and held a wine gourd.

The gatekeeper of the National Teacher Book Pavilion and the first disciple of Confucianism is still quite famous among the various schools of thought.

Above the roof.

Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine, and the wine sprinkled, and the chuckling sound floated.

"Miss, I'm visiting late at night, and it's abrupt. However, I'm here to visit your son by the order of the national magistrate. I hope you can see him."

Ning Zhao's eyes condensed and coldness flashed.

"Your Excellency is called trespassing, not visiting..."

"Retreat, otherwise... die."

Ning Zhao's cold words were not loud, as if he was afraid of waking up Lu Fan, so he lowered his voice.

Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine and continued to laugh.

"I have calculated two hexagrams, and when it comes to your son, all of them have made mistakes. In order to find out the reason, today, I will definitely calculate one hexagram in front of your son."

Mo Tianyu came over with a trampling on the blue tiles, and his Confucian shirt was floating.

The tone was full of arrogance and fearlessness.

Ning Zhao frowned slightly.

Below, Jing Yue shot his fingers on the pineapple wooden sword box behind him.

The remaining three swords also popped up.

"It is rumored that Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism, was known as a madman, who was not convinced by heaven or earth. Except for the Confucian master, he did not accept anyone. When he saw him today... it turned out to be worthy of his reputation and was boundless arrogant."

Jing Yuedao.

After the words fell, his body suddenly rotated, his legs raised back, and kicked the hilts of the three long swords that popped out of the pineapple wooden sword box.

Suddenly, three swords shot out straight and straight.

Sword School, Flying Sword Technique.

"I said why the Sword Sect was defeated? It turns out that you are so rebellious."

Mo Tianyu, with his disheveled hair, held the gourd in his hand and glanced at Jing Yue disdainfully.

Take a sip of wine.

Spraying out in the wind.

The wine spilled, as if it turned into a fog of wine. Under the moonlight, it seemed like a divine dragon was born.

When they collided with three flying swords, each drop of wine contained a thousand pounds of force.

Jing Yue's sword was suddenly knocked away powerlessly and fell to the roof.

“A mere path, boring.”

Mo Tianyu smiled faintly.

In the courtyard, Jing Yue shook his face. He was indeed a cruel man, the first disciple of Confucianism... he was really not comparable to him.
To be continued...