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One person is upstairs and the other is downstairs.

The two looked at each other like this.

The night became thicker and there was a faint fog that covered the moonlight and made the cold moonlight become more sparse.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair without opening his mouth. After looking at the Mo family giant standing in front of the window, he shook his head, lowered his head, and played with the metal piccolo that had gradually dissipated the warmth of the woman in his hand.

There was a look of regret flashing on my face from time to time, but I didn't know what I was regretting.

Mo Beike in front of the window narrowed his eyes and looked at the metal piccolo playing with in Lu Fan's hand. His eyes were slightly shaken. It was Wei Yu's piccolo.

On the roof of the alchemists from the Yin-Yang family, their hats were floating on the curtains, and the mechanical beasts on the long street showed their hideousness.

Coupled with the cold wind, the atmosphere is a bit stern.

Lu Changkong looked at Mo Beike standing in front of the window, his face a little cold.

"Giant, what do you mean?"

Lu Changkong pulled out the knife from his waist, and his hair fluttered in the wind.

Inside the body, a strand of spiritual energy wanders in the elixir of energy, stirring like a small snake.

"well."

In front of the inn window.

Mo Beike sighed leisurely.

"Why should Lord Lu still wake up? Isn't it good to sleep well until dawn?"

Mo Beike's hoarse voice came.

"The whole city is sleeping, why do you have to wake up alone?"

"If I fall asleep, I'm afraid I won't wake up..." Lu Changkong said indifferently.

"If you guess correctly, Beiluo, Zuilong, Tong'an, Pingnan, Yuanchi, Wangtian, Wangtian, and the Mo family should all make arrangements, and what you are waiting for is tonight."

Mo Beike looked at Lu Changkong, his wrinkled face, and he chuckled: "Practitioners are variables, but the world has its own fixed numbers, and variables cannot affect fixed numbers. Therefore... he needs to control the practitioners and wait for the world to be sedate and study the matter of practice."

Mo Beike did not answer Lu Changkong's words.

In other words, his answer was actually aimed at Lu Fan.

Lu Changkong didn't say anything.

Because, at the top of the inn, there were all the organ beasts on the long street, moving.

After Mo Beike's words came to his mind, murderous intent rose everywhere.

Lu Changkong was solemn that water was almost dripping from it.

Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair with a pale face and her legs were shaking slightly.

Lu Fan was sitting in a chair very calm. He looked at the speeding machine beast and the Yin-Yang alchemist who were rushing down from the roof, and his face was calm.

He grabbed the metal piccolo in his hand without any haste.

"You don't understand the practitioners. If you say that practitioners influence the overall situation of the world, in fact, you are the heroes who violate the ban with martial arts."

"What's ridiculous is that you think you have control over everything."

"But, you know nothing about practitioners."

Lu Fan said slowly.

"I feel a little sorry."

"I thought the one who came today would be a Mohist master, but I didn't expect it to be just a fake guy."

Um?

Lu Fan's words made Lu Changkong stunned.

On the pavilion, Mo Beike's eyes shook again.

His eyes stared at Lu Fan with bright eyes, and then he laughed.

"Mo Beike asked me to be careful of Young Master Beilu, but it still makes some sense. The old guy's vision is as poisonous as ever."

The sound of chuckling lingers in the long street.

The next moment, "Mo Beike" reached out and grabbed his jaw, slowly tearing it off. A twisted human skin was pulled off. After the human skin, there was a somewhat evil face and the thick gray hair spread out.

The hunched old man's body also changed, and he gradually straightened his body, tall and burly.

In an instant, the temperament of the whole person changed drastically.

Lu Fan was still holding the piccolo, and there was no emotion on his face.

Lu Changkong took a breath and recognized the person.

"The Yin-Yang Family's sects... Wei Luan!"

A genius figure!

Moreover, among the hundreds of schools of thought, the most mysterious philosophers of the Yin and Yang family.

For a moment, Lu Changkong was shocked by Mo Beike's caution and actually invited the siblings of the Yin and Yang family to come to Beiluo to deal with Lu Fan.

However, Lu Changkong also knew that in front of the secret realm of Wolongling, Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing, white dress and white clothes, rushed out of thousands of troops and bleed for a hundred miles. Lu Fan could naturally not see through the masters of these two people.

Therefore, Mo Beike specially invited Wei Luan, a son of the Yin and Yang family, to take action.

"What did you do to Wei Yu?"

In front of the pavilion, Wei Luan was full of hair fluttering, and he stepped on the window, jumped down, his robe flew, and landed smoothly on the long street.

The roar of the galloping beasts.

The alchemist of the Yin-Yang family galloped rapidly on the surrounding houses.

It was surrounded and surrounded Lu Fan and others.

Lu Changkong was very nervous and his whole body was tense. An existence of various geniuses brought him great pressure.

Lu Fan was as calm as ever, sitting in a wheelchair, playing with the metal piccolo.

boom!

The green bricks on the long street were cracked, and a tiger in the mechanical beast made a faint roar and jumped up. The moonlight shone on the mechanical tiger, reflecting the coldness and killing.

"Wei Yu...is that woman who plays with bugs?"

"Don't worry, she left peacefully."

Lu Fandao.

The metal piccolo in the hand, swung it gently.

Buzz...

The spiritual energy surged, and a ripples appeared, and a sharp flute sound suddenly exploded.

The piccolo disappeared instantly and when it appeared again, it was already at the tail of the mechanism beast tiger...

At some point, the tiger in the mechanic beast was completely penetrated, and the disciples of the mechanic house in the mechanic beast were also stabbed through by the metal piccolo, and blood flowed.

The mechanism broke up and the parts fell in front of Lu Fan, causing a strong wind.

Lu Fan's white clothes were waving under the wind.

The metal piccolo hangs in the night sky, and a drop of crystal blood drops on it.

Lu Fan glanced at Wei Luan, whose face was cold in the distance.

Press down the palm.

Suddenly.

The metal piccolo suddenly pierced, and a mechanical beast wolf was nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

He raised his hand and destroyed two mechanical beasts in a graceful manner.

The priests of Yin and Yang families around him also shrank slightly.

Wei Luan narrowed her eyes and yelled in a low voice: "Let the formation!"

The alchemists from the Yin and Yang family moved, and took off the hats on their heads, and the people seemed to have merged into the darkness.

They all jumped out and swooped towards Lu Fan.

Lu Changkong held the knife and slashed at one of them.

puff……

But when he saw the alchemist turning into a ball of black mist, Lu Changkong swung his sword into the air.

These alchemists kept blowing into thick fog in the air, disappearing in their original direction, and when they appeared again, they were on the other side.

Lu Changkong's forehead was covered with fine sweat beads.
To be continued...