Landing a Fantasy Game in the World of Mythology

　　Yang Jian and Xiao Han followed, and the three stepped on the dead leaves, crossed the stone monument, and entered the Lanruo Temple.

　　The whole temple was extremely dark, and the moonlight from the sky fell into it, slightly distorted, as if being swallowed up.

　　The pictures of the Angry King Ming Wang engraved on the surrounding walls are set off like ghosts and gods.

　　"The atmosphere is good."

　　Xiao Han looked around and seemed very interested, which surprised Yang Jian.

　　However, Lin Fan knew that this guy had only seen Lan Ruo Temple on the screen before, but now that he was there, he was naturally extremely curious.

　　"There's no one in there, what about the Daoist Ning?"

　　After crossing the overgrown courtyard, Yang Jian took the lead into the main hall, lit the remaining candles, and illuminated the temple. He swept around and said.

　　"Probably not yet."

　　Lin Fan found a place to sit and said casually.

　　As he spoke, his gaze couldn't help falling on the center of the dilapidated hall. There, a Buddha statue sat in the town, which was also dilapidated, but in Lin Fan's view, there seemed to be an inexplicable feeling.

　　"This Buddha statue seems to be a little special."

　　"This Buddha statue seems to be a little special."

　　Xiao Han's spiritual sense was strong, and he also noticed something strange.

　　"I also feel the same way." Although Yang Jiantian's eyes were not open, his initial awakening of the blood of the immortals was extraordinary.

　　At this time, there was a sudden sound of fighting, from far to near, to the courtyard.

　　Ok?

　　Yang Jian's eyes moved, and he sensed for a while, "There are two people who are fighting."

　　At this moment, the sound of fighting stopped abruptly, and then, footsteps sounded, as if someone was approaching here.

　　"Go out and see."

　　Xiao Han stood up with interest, obviously remembering some scenes, and Yang Jian also went out with...  

　　...

　　"You are..."

　　Yan Chixia retracted her sword and sheathed it, looking at the two young men who appeared in front of her, her eyes narrowed, and she noticed the extraordinaryness of the two.

　　"Qi refiner and martial arts?"

　　He could sense the sound of the blood flowing in Yang Jian's body. It was like rushing to the river, and it was mighty. Obviously, the martial arts had reached a profound level.

　　On the other hand, Xiao Han and Yan Chixia felt the heat like a sea of ​​fire. This is a character who is good at fire.

　　"Where are the two geniuses from?"

　　Yan Chixia secretly said in her heart, but her hands kept moving and clasped her fists lightly.

　　"Yan Chixia, a disciple of Xiashu Mountain, wants to stay here for one night. I don't know if it is convenient for the two of you."

　　Yan Chixia!

　　A bright color flashed in Xiao Han's eyes, looking at this burly middle-aged man with a sword on his back, he was not like a monk, but a knight.

　　"It's okay, we just arrived."

　　Yang Jian didn't care, and immediately reported his name, and Xiao Han also introduced himself.

　　"The two of you are young and strong, I don't know where you are from?"

　　Yan Chixia asked curiously.

　　Yang Jian thought for a while and replied, "My teacher likes to travel around. There is no sect in 2.0, so it should be a loose cultivator."

　　You are the third-generation chief disciple of the Chan Sect!

　　Xiao Han complained in his heart, and then he also said that he was a loose cultivator. In fact, he was really a loose cultivator.

　　"It seems to be a master of the hidden world." Yan Chixia muttered to herself, and made up everything on her own.

　　After that, Yan Chixia followed the two to the hall.

　　As soon as he entered the hall, Yan Chixia's eyes were startled. He didn't expect that there was a handsome young man here, so he couldn't help but glance at it.

　　Seemingly aware of his gaze, the young man's originally slightly closed eyes opened gently.

　　hum!

　　In an instant, Yan Chixia seemed to see a majestic mountain oppressing him, and her whole body's mana was stagnant, there was a feeling of suffocation! .

Chapter 108 Eating hot pot at Lanruo Temple! (5/5)

　　In the main hall, Yan Chixia almost felt her breathing stagnate. He had never felt this feeling in the chief disciple of Shushan, who was known as the first hero of the millennium.

　　This overwhelming pressure came and went quickly, as if it had never happened.

　　"Yan Chixia in Xiashu Mountain, I don't know the name of this Taoist brother?"

　　His tone unconsciously carried a touch of respect. When facing Xiao Han and Yang Jian before, he was only a little jealous and curious, but facing Lin Fan, he felt that they were like a deep pool, unfathomable.

　　"Lin Fan, a loose cultivator."

　　Gently spit out these words, Lin Fan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, a strange light flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect such a coincidence, he met Ning Caichen before, and now he met Yan Chixia.

　　Another loose repair! ?

　　An absurd feeling arose in Yan Chixia's heart. Are all loose cultivators so awesome now!

　　Judging from Lin Fan's age, he was only fifteen or sixteen, but his strength was enough to slaughter their core disciples of Shushan!

　　"Master Yan is also here to exterminate demons? 18"

　　Yang Jian asked.

　　Yan Chixia shook her head gently, "I was just fighting with people and came here by accident."

　　After that, it didn't take long.

　　Xiao Han has already lit a vigorous fire in the yard, and a big cauldron is set up. The oil and water inside are boiling, and the aroma is flying, which makes people's tongues drool.

　　"The meal is ready, let's eat."

　　Xiao Han stirred the fish and meat hot pot in the tripod, took a sip, and was extremely intoxicated.

　　"coming."

　　Yang Jian ran out in a hurry. Since the first time he tasted Xiao Han's craftsmanship, he has been full of praise, shocked and completely fallen.

　　"Master Yan, why don't we go together?" Lin Fan invited.

　　"So, it's annoying."

　　Yan Chixia smelled the strong fragrance outside, and then looked at the steamed buns with white flour in her hands, she suddenly felt a sense of difficulty in swallowing, and couldn't help nodding quickly.

　　Immediately, the four of them surrounded the fire, and Yan Chixia provided fine wine and ate while drinking.

　　After that, the four Lin Fans each found a meditation room to live in.

　　The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the stars are still bright, hanging down innumerable rays of light, illuminating the earth, while the Lanruo Temple is still dark and gloomy, and in the dark night, it is like a demon that devours people.

　　"Ding ding dong dong..."

　　At this time, a melodious guzheng sound came, which was agile and elegant, like a gentle breeze and drizzle, and like a clear spring flowing, moisturizing the heart, as if to outline a picturesque wonderland, making people calm and indulged.

　　Inside the room, Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his feet lightly, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

　　...

　　In the center of Youyoubi Lake, an elegant ancient pavilion is located here.

　　Red candles stood in rows, swaying flames, illuminating the ancient pavilion, and extending along the stone road to the lake, like a beacon guiding people.

　　In the ancient pavilion, there is a woman with a fluttering white dress. She has a graceful figure, her skin is as white as ivory, her eyelashes are very long, and there is a poetic rhythm.

　　At this moment, the woman is playing the guzheng, and her ten fingers are slender and jade-like, like flowing clouds and flowing water, like fairy mist stirring, giving people an ethereal feeling.

　　The breeze was blowing, the clothes were lightly lifted, and the blue silk like a waterfall swayed with the wind.

　　Nie Xiaoqian, said to be a female ghost, is more like a fairy, soft and elegant, with a refined temperament.

　　Nie Xiaoqian, said to be a female ghost, is more like a fairy, soft and elegant, with a refined temperament.

　　"good."

　　Suddenly, an exclamation sounded behind Nie Xiaoqian, silently and without warning.

　　Nie Xiaoqian flicked her fingers for a moment, and the wonderful sound of the guzheng stopped abruptly. She turned around and found a young man in green leaning against the pavilion, with a handsome face and a demeanor, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

　　Seeing this scene, Nie Xiaoqian's eyes moved slightly, obviously seeing the speciality of Lin Fan, how could it be an ordinary person who could come to her quietly.

　　"Keep playing."

　　Lin Fan said softly, it was rare to hear this famous song, how could he not finish it.

　　Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, and then she really sat back again, dancing with her fingers, and the wonderful music played again.

　　The picturesque scene appeared again, making people linger and indulge in it.

　　After a long time, the song ended.

　　Nie Xiaoqian stood up slowly, with a delicate body and a slender waist like a willow. When she was about to speak, suddenly, a loud shout came, like thunder.

　　"Bold monster, dare to come out to confuse people!"

　　On the lake, I do not know when, a Taoist priest appeared with a Taoist sword in his hand, and his body was surrounded by mana.

　　A little foot, like an arrow, straight ahead, the sword is unparalleled, pointing directly at Nie Xiaoqian.

　　Nie Xiaoqian's face was pale, she couldn't avoid it at all, she could only watch.

　　Lin Fan turned his head, but he didn't see the slightest fluctuation, only a slight flick of his sleeve.

　　boom!

　　The strong wind pressure suddenly burst out, and the Taoist priest flew out in an instant, and fell on the lakeside like a flock of floes.