Chapter 19: Spiritual person

The rain blew down.
The curtain of rain makes the world dim.
In the alley, the rain splashed and splashed on the green bricks, splashing high water splashes.
Zhu Yiyue held an umbrella, and Fox Charm had the wrong face on her face.
Ni Yu also opened her eyes slightly, her mouth opened round, and she looked at the handsome man in front of her wearing a robe and a bucket.
This man ...
怎么 How dare he say that?
Son-in-law's eyes are so small, this guy ... is dead!
眯 Lu Pan squinted his eyes, and the rain water ran down the umbrella of the oil-paper umbrella, like a rushing bead curtain, making Han Lianxiao's smiling face full of dimness.
Lu Lu laughed.
抚 Gently stroked.
也是 "Also, I'm just a scholar with a leg problem, I just write poems, find flowers and ask a willow."
"Let Your Excellency give me face, it's a luxury."
Hey this.
Let Han Lian smile and Mei Yu slightly pick.
I have said that Lu Changkong's son, because of his legs and legs disease, violent spleen, now it seems ... the rumors are not true.
Look at this temper ... how nice.
"Since Lu Shaozhu is so self-aware, let's step back."
Han Lianxiao gently swayed the wooden flute, smiling gently.
Voice is very gentle, but at the end of the discourse, it gradually becomes killing.
Nie Changqing stood up tremblingly.
The blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his face was paled by the rain.
"Luke Gong ... Thank you for your willingness to come to our rescue."
"However, this matter is a grudge of the people, and blending in it is not good for Lu Gongzi."
"However, I implore Lu Gongzi to take my son away. He is just a child. He is innocent."
Nie Changqing's words were shaking.
Lufan leaned on a wheelchair, propped his chin in one hand, and flicked it gently on a woolen blanket contaminated with water vapor.
The narrow alleys are narrow and formidable, just like the gloomy sky.
"Brother Nie, it's hard for you to be a master of Lu Shao. His supreme order is to bring me back to you and Shuanger, especially Shuanger, and I am worried about you."
Han Lian laughed and went to the raindrops on the wooden flute, smiling.
In a hazy tone of speech, it was full of irresistible domineering.
Nie Changqing's face flushed suddenly, and Han Lian laughed angrily.
No wonder Han Lianxiao will appear today, originally for Nie Shuang.
"Snapped."
Suddenly.
番 Lu Fan in a wheelchair slaps and pats his hands.
Walking in the rain lane, like a thunder.
Li Niyu was taken aback.
Zhe Yiyue also tightened her heart, while Ning Zhao Chan, who was standing in front of her, lifted her sword gently, blood and aura began to flow, and Luo Luo's long skirt fluttered with blue silk.
He saw Lu Fan raise his hand and rubbed his eyes.
"My father's love is like a mountain, he is so moving that my Lu Ping's life is the most unlovable father's love, which reminds me of my old father who was waiting at home for my Lu Ping's dinner."
"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind is endless, and the child wants to raise and kiss."
Qi Lufan lowered his head, his eyes filled with sentimentality.
After a while.
Lu Lufan raised his head and looked at Han Lianxiao.
"I almost forgot to ask your lord what power you came from. In Beiluo City, you can't give me face."
Lu Fandao.
The sound of gurgling wafted in the narrow and rainy lane.
Han Lian smiled and frowned, staring at the landing fan, not knowing why, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the alley had become a bit slaying.
I was stared at by Lu Fan, he actually had a bit of chill in his heart.
Tighten the wooden flute, the chill in his heart seemed to be evaporated by the stove.
"A‘ tidal water ballad ’, Daozong ’s ninth Han laughed.

"From the hundreds of ancestors ... Daozong."
Han Lian laughed.
Snapped!
However.
Han Lianxiao's words just came to an end, and Lu Fan slaps his hands on the wheelchair guard again.
"Go!"
"Speak early!"
"Looking at you like a dog, I thought it was the gold, silver, and Confucianism sent by Emperor Jingjing, and I wanted to do something to old Nie to scare the son.
"Daozong? What the is ... in Beiluo City, isn't it worthy of me?"
Lu Lufan leaned back on the wheelchair abruptly and looked at Han Lian with a pout.
The atmosphere is suddenly quiet.
Nie Changqing looked at Lu Fan suddenly.
Although I do n’t know if Lu Fan ’s performance really does not know that Han Lianxiao came from Daozong, I still do n’t know.
But anyway ...
This person ... It's too real to bully and fear hard.
There was a chuckle on Zheyi Yuehumei's face, and Ni Yu rolled her eyes. The son is still the son ...
Wu Ningzhao raised his sword gently, and a series of water droplets dropped from the tip of the sword, pointing at Han Lianxiao.
The mild smile on Han Lian's smile gradually disappeared.
盯 He stared at Landing Fan. He didn't seem to understand why Lu Fan was so arrogant and so arrogant.
凭 Why is he?
How come this servant girl who entered the Grand Master?
"Lu Shaozhu, what do you mean?"
Han Lian laughed in a cold and annoying tone.
"Noise."
Lu Lufan waved his hand.
"Sister Ning, get him."
Humming ...
Qi Lufan's words fell, Jian Yin exploded instantly, and Ning Zhao moved, and the two auras of Qi Dan suddenly surged, as if burning in an oven.
The rain curtain seemed to be cut open.
Xuan Jianguang was like lightning that cut the night, and was about to laugh at Han Lian.
Han even the rain on Xiaodou's rain continued to fall, he ignored Ningzhao, but just stared at Lufan.
"The great master is the master, Lu Changkong's handwriting is extraordinary."
"This niece is a bit of a doorway, under Beiluo City, the sword is over the four masters ..."
The gloom on Han Lian's face disappeared, and she laughed again, smiling like a spring breeze.
He slowly raised the wooden flute in his hand.
"Gongzi Lu ... you are a non-guru, you may have misunderstanding the strength of the guru, and you know nothing about the mystery and power of the great masters of the hundred schools."
"You son-in-law, though the blood is weird, but ... cannot be your proud capital."
Click.
连 Han Lianxiao's wooden flute suddenly threw out.
He touched the tip of Ningzhao's sword.
The next moment, Ning Zhao trembled, her pupils tightened.
Alder flute suddenly split off.
At the point where the cricket and sword point collided, a thick wooden bark was forked out, and the wooden bar entangled along the sword point, binding and locking the joints of Ning Zhaohun's body.
I made her completely immobile.
Xi Ningzhao's umbrella fell, and rain poured through her body.
"Compared to the combat experience, you are just a granddaughter's niece ... far worse."
Han Lian smiled lightly.
He carried his hand and ignored Ningzhao who was restrained by him.
Grandmaster Yi Xiang, it is difficult to break away from the organ wooden flute lock that he specially asked the institution to build in a short time.
Stepping on it, the rain splashed two feet.
He locked his eyes on Lu Fan and walked step by step. He was arrogant. He was indifferent. He seemed to be high above him and tried to judge Lu Fan's life and death.
Nie Changqing raised the killing knife.
However, Han Lian laughed with blood and shocked, and shot it with an understatement. Nie Changqing hit the pig knife and flew out.
Han Lian laughed and ignored Nie Changqing, who looked like a bad guy.
The muscles of his hand were picked and his blood was silent.
The former generation of master swordsmen was reduced to less than first-class martial arts.
He couldn't get into his eyes.
Han Lian laughed while walking.
"Heavy rain, narrow alleys, killing night."
"At the right time, the right place, there is someone."
"In such a good condition, if I kill you, God doesn't know it, and the ghost doesn't know it."
"If I don't kill you, I'm sorry."
Han Lianxiao's tone became more and more fierce, and in the end, it was full of monstrous murder.
"Introduce myself again, Han Lian laughs, Daozong Ninth, Master Wuxiang."
Huh!
Han Lianxiao stepped on suddenly.
The stagnant water blew up seven feet, like torrential rain.
Zhe Yiyue's face changed suddenly, and she seized the long whip around her waist and blocked it in front of Lu Fan.
However.
Han Lian took a picture with a smile and patted it on raindrops. Countless raindrops hit Yiyue, making Yiyue vomit blood and fly out.
Since I decided to kill Lu Fan.
Han laughed without hesitation.
He is a man of rivers and lakes, while Lu Fan, the son of the main owner of Beiluo City, is a temple man.
Once he killed the killer, he didn't turn back.
I cannot leave any trail and evidence.
Although Da Zhou is in a mess, the Confucian masters are still there, and Da Zhou ’s deterrence to the hundred scholars is still there!
"Dead!"
Han Lianxiao looked straight at Lu Fan with red lips and white teeth in a wheelchair.
In his eyes, Lu Fan was really pitiful. He had a leg problem and could not even escape under fear in the face of death.
Han Lian laughed and yelled from his throat.
A palm blows up the falling raindrops, and the tips of the palms of his hands are stacked like a knife, across the neck of Lu Fan.
Wheelchair.
Lu Lu frowned, the wind and rain fluttered like a knife, rain wet his clothes, Ni Yu clasped the oil-paper umbrella tightly, and two trembled.
But she did not retreat.
I looked at the terrible Han Lian laughed.
Xi Lufan exhaled and closed his eyes slowly.
Xi Ningzhao's defeat was beyond his expectations, but he did not have no cards.
He can continue to cast Reiki to Ningzhao, but ...
This time, Lu Fan did not choose to do so.
I was moved.
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1 point of soul strength, you can refine 10 strands of gas.
For a moment.
Lu Pan's aura went from 0 to 50 and instantly soared to 50.
后 After the exchange is complete.
Lufan suddenly opened his eyes.
视 Looked straight at the killing Han Lianxiao, his eyes were indifferent and cold.
Radon is like an oven.
With a trickling stream of mind, Lu Fan exhibited the practice of Taoism and Spiritual Practice revised by Nian Changqing from the Oven Oven.
next moment.
Qi Lufan felt that in the oven-like air, 50 strands of aura boiled.
Wheelchair.
Qi Lufan sat quietly.
缕 50 light blue auras of air around his body, constantly crisscrossing his body.
Boom!
With a majestic and majestic pressure, it was suddenly depressed.
Han Lian, who came galloping, laughed, and suddenly "snapped", kneeling under pressure and lying in the water alley.
There was tremendous pressure, which made him look up hard.
His side face pressed tightly against the icy ground with splashing water.
Five body throws into the ground, can't move!
Sting his heart ... all shaking.
"This ... what is this ?!"
Han Lian laughed, her pupils tightened, like a hell.
Wu Ling wrapped around Lu Fan around the wheelchair, stretched out his hand, wiped off the water vapor sprayed on the thin woolen blanket, and glanced at Han Lian who was lying on the ground with a smile.
Lazy in a wheelchair, chuckling:
"Practitioner, spiritual pressure."
"Sculpture of the worm."
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