Chapter 136: Re-entry into the missionary

"Li Sansui (identity: Daoist disciple) entered the preacher."
"Mo Mo (identity: Confucian disciple) entered the missionary."
"Sima Qingshan (identity: poor painter in Nanjin City) entered the missionary."
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Line by line of prompt text, scrolling in front of Lu Fan's eyes.
The accustomed Lu Fan looked at it calmly.
[Preacher] Since the last time he was recruited by the newcomer, there has been no change for a long time. Now, after he broke through the third layer of practicing Qi, he began to pull the newcomer.
This makes Lu Fan's inability to speculate. Maybe he will be promoted by refining his gas and maybe there will be a pull from a newcomer?
Of course, this is Lu Fan's speculation, and all of this is likely to be a coincidence.
Of these three names, two of Lufan are no strangers.
"Li is three years old, Daozong's little aunt?"
"Mo Ju ... Um? A Confucian disciple? This guy ... not a Mo family, a conspirator of Yan Taixuan, how did he become a Confucian disciple?"
Lu Fan first looked at the first two names. He was somewhat impressed when Li was three years old. He did not expect that the missionary would actually pull her in this time.
Li was three years old and he had already been immortalized, and he was not weak.
It will be pulled by the preacher, which is quite unexpected.
However, what made Lu Fan even more unexpected is ... Mo Mo's identity.
"Confucian disciple ... this guy, it's not honest."
Lu Fan thought.
Mo Ju was a conspirator of Yan Taixuan. He came from the Mo family and turned out to be a Confucian disciple ...
Lu Fan doesn't think that [Evangelist Taiwan] will have the wrong mark, that is to say, Mo Mo is very likely to be ... a dark chess set by the emperor in the emperor capital?
With a smile, Lu Fan didn't think again.
The mind entered the missionary.
In the Reiki scroll room, there are three faint figures slowly condensing in the center of the preaching station, and they can't see their faces clearly.
Li frowned at the age of three. She glanced down at her fuzzy figure, which was obviously not her real body, but she felt exactly the same as her real body.
There are two people around, one looks like a scholar, with one hand behind his back, and one hand gently lifted and hung in front of the lower abdomen.
On the other side, there was a man who showed fear, and squatted on the ground as soon as he entered.
"This is where?"
Li was three years old and curious.
Inside the Dragon Gate?
Not very similar, such a strong aura, can not be compared to the Dragon Gate.
In the center of the space, there is a gossip array suspended. On top of it, the Qi of Qi gathers and stacks up, and soon, a figure of immortal wind and bones condenses.
Sitting in the middle of the end-to-end array, the aura lingers and dust comes out.
"There are newcomers again ..."
Lu Fan said lightly.
His voice haunted the entire preaching space, making Li Sansui and Mo Mo slightly startled, and the poor painter called Sima Qingshan was full of panic.
Every time the missionary was opened, it seemed that strange things were always mixed in.
This time it was pretty good.
However, for Sima Qingshan, the artist is the artist. Why do you want to add a poor man?
Lu Fan's heart was a bit confusing about the introduction.
"This is a secret preaching environment. You can all get the immortal rain and dew, and remember that you must not reveal your identity, so as not to cause the heavens to bite back, and you will never fall into Nine Purgatory."
Formulated opening remarks, Lu Fan said quite skilled.
However, the results are as good as ever.
Li was three years old, and Mo Ju heard this and commotion.
Sima Qingshan's frightened complexion turned pale, and he immediately fell to his knees, heading toward Lu Fanbu's gimmick sitting on the gossip array platform.
"Fairy, let me go. I'm just a poor artist. I don't have money. I don't have anything. Let me go!"
At the age of three, Li did not care much about Sima Qingshan's move.
The reaction of Sima Qingshan is the response that normal people should have.
Mo Mo is curious.
He looked up and looked at Lu Fan sitting on Sendai.
Compared to the group of white blue birds who are acquaintances, the immortals of this group are very proud.
At the age of three, Li himself was a practitioner, so Yiran was not afraid to look directly at Lu Fan.
Mo Ju was also curious.
Lu Fan chuckled.
Flick your sleeves gently.
boom!
The pressure of terror suddenly broke out in the missionary.
Mo Ju and Li were three years old and couldn't control them. They fell to their knees directly on the ground, their knees hit the ground, and the aura in the smashed evangelism ripples.
Behind Lu Fan, there are fairy towers, flying waterfalls, five-claw flying dragons and so on.
Being able to enter the preaching stage is their fairy land.
Lu Fan is too lazy to talk nonsense.
Continue to fleece.
The runes are beating rapidly around the body, turning into thousands of illusions, as if building a magnificent world.
Li knelt down at the age of three and raised her head. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something.
However, nothing has been said.
A ray of white awns poured into her brows, making her feel as if her mind was about to explode.
"Go on."
Lu Fan said lightly.
Li's three-year-old body exploded and disappeared.
The sight fell on Mo Ju, a Confucian disciple?
Lu Fan also built a practice method based on runes.
Mo Mo sensed the chapter that appeared in his mind, and his face suddenly became a little weird.
He opened his mouth, but Lu Fan didn't wait for him to answer, so he let him go.
Finally, in the preaching platform, all that remained was Sima Qingshan, who was kneeling on the ground and scared to cry.
"Everyone who can enter here can ask for a fairy edge once. What fairy edge do you want?"
Lu Fan opened his mouth, his voice vacant, lingering between the towers of Sendai.
Sima Qing shirt shivered.
But it was nervous and couldn't even speak.
Suddenly the missionary became quiet.
Lu Fan was speechless.
Afterwards, he did not wait for Sima Qing shirt to open his mouth, and directly waved his hands, allowing Rune to build a practice method with a ray of aura that fell into Sima Qing shirt's brows.
Later, Sima Qingshan's body was broken.
"Get the job done."
Lu Fan picked a corner, and his mind retreated from the missionary.
The fragrance of the room was rising.
Lu Fan opened his eyes and took the bronze wine glass. The wine in the glass had some coolness, but Lu Fan didn't care and drank it.
Outside, the heavy rain continued to linger.
The sky is gray, as if being painted with light ink.
He took out the Spirit Board again.
The two black and white chess boxes are arranged, and Lu Fan holds Baizi and gently rubs it.
"There are nine games in the game" Yi Tian Shi ". I have already set the game in Shanhe, and now I have broken through the third layer of gas refining. I may try a new game.
Lu Fan holding son murmured.
After that, the slender palm was gently brushed on an immaculate spirited chessboard.
Bai Zi fell.
"The second round of" Yi Tian Shi ", the wind and rain."
Inside the laid-back pavilion.
Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair, and the chessboard was standing in front of him.
Amazing in Lu Fan's eyes, she was attentive.
Passing the Shanhe Bureau, Lu Fan's chess skills are not weak, and now this stormy situation makes Lu Fan even more surprised.
And between the descendants, Lu Fan's soul strength began to continually condense.
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Taoism, inside Xiaozhu Building.
Li opened his eyes at the age of three.
The wind in the bamboo forest is a little bit cold, and the sunlight passes through the bamboo leaves, but it can't dispel the chill.
"Immortal ..."
"this is……"
Li was a little surprised at the age of three, and her rosy little mouth opened slightly, as if she saw something incredible.
She stood up and paced in the bamboo tower.
What Lu Fan conveyed to her was not an immortal cultivation method, but rather ... a peculiar one.
Li Sansui had a war with Nie Changqing, and that war allowed Lu Fan to see Li Sansui's talent. She seemed to have a natural sensitivity to Dao Fa.
Actually based on Longmen, it involved Nongyun as Yunlong.
Therefore, Lu Fan preached Li Sansui's Taoist practice. Lu Fan himself was too lazy to study Taoism. He could only create an opening for Li Sansui to study well.
Li walked out of the bamboo building at the age of three.
In the bamboo forest, the fallen leaves are falling and they are constantly stacked, exuding a musty smell.
Li was thinking at the age of three.
She was like a child who had discovered a new toy, and her face was full of surprises.
She raised her hand and squeezed each one.
"Dry print."
Li drank softly at the age of three, and the aura in Qi Dan quickly flowed.
The bamboo leaves on the ground flew up and rolled continuously in the air, and soon they were stacked into a little bamboo leaf person.
With the intention of Li Sansui, the bamboo leaves people can actually use martial arts and be able to attack, although they are still a little less skilled, after all, Li Sansui is the first to master.
"Dharma, this is the Dharma ..."
Li was three years old and pleasantly surprised.
On the opposite bamboo floor, the door opened.
Xie Yunling seemed much older.
He saw Li three-year-old hand-printing the secrets, the bamboo leaves piled into armor, and the armored man walked.
Xie Yunling froze.
"Honor."
Seeing Xie Yunling, Li accepted the method at the age of three, and suddenly the bamboo leaves collapsed and turned into floating leaves, withered and weak.
"Xianfa?"
Xie Yunling coughed and asked.
Li was three years old, and nodded: "I have a fairy inheritance, calling it ... Taoism."
Taoism ...
Xie Yunling smiled, looking at Li Sansui's eyes quite kindly.
"Three years old."
Xie Yunling, said.
"Call me Mochou." Li San was very cold.
Xie Yunling was lagging, "Okay, three years old."
"Old is going out once. If you can't come back, you are the next son of Daozong."
Li frowned at the age of three. "Why the next son is me, my brother?"
Xie Yunling waved his hand: "You are more suitable to be the master of Taoism than thinking twice ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Your brother has gone to the borderland. He is free and unrestrained in his life, and is not suitable to be the master of Taoism."
Li was pouting at the age of three. Indeed, Li Sansi was not very reliable.
"Where are you going?"
Li asked at the age of three.
Xie Yunling carried his back, stepped on the soft ground with fallen leaves, and smiled.
"Bai Yujing has big ambitions."
"Old is going to see if he has the strength to carry this ambition."
Xie Yunling laughed deeply.
"So ... where are you going?"
Li Sansui continued to ask blankly, can you speak straight?
Xie Yunling took a sip of blood and glanced at Li Sansui.
"Find some old guys and go to Beiluo together."
Li Yuyu, a three-year-old Mei Yu, combined with Xie Yunling's previous words of entrustment, and said, "Go to Beiluo? Are you going to die?"
Xie Yunling almost spit out blood.
He waved his hand, and was too lazy to talk to Li three years old.
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North County.
Within the military account.
The ink moment of Yu Fanlun's towel opened her eyes strangely.
"Immortal ..."
"It's different from the Wolongling mystery and the eight dragon gate mysteries ... This immortal seems to be a direct pass from the immortals. The overlord and the master of North Luolu suddenly got the immortality, which is definitely because of this method."
Mo Ju turned his thoughts and analyzed.
Fairy?
Bei Luolu Ping An often said that fighting with the immortal, who is fighting this immortal?
Mo Ju suddenly admired Lu Ping'an. In that weird place, Facing the immortal immortal, Mo Ju didn't even have the idea of ​​resistance.
Lu Ping was thinking of fighting fairy.
"But why ... the immortal passed me on ... Confucianism practiced arrogantly?"
"Xian ... knows everything?"