Landing a Fantasy Game in the World of Mythology

　　"Humph!"

　　Chen Changjian snorted coldly, "How did the goddess Wang do things? She gave her so much money to clean up a piece of trash, but she still missed it. You hurry up and inform her that you must solve this trash for me tonight!"

　　"Yes, sir."

　　The old man stepped back immediately, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the yard.

　　"If it wasn't for the fear of leaving behind a handle, I would have done it myself..."

　　Chen Changjian's eyes were cold, and he squeezed his palm lightly, and the purple clay pot in his hand shattered in an instant, then turned into powder, and disappeared with the wind...

Chapter 11 Slaying Evils in the Night! (third more)

　　The autumn night is icy cold, and the bright moon hangs high above the nine heavens.

　　Lin Fan sat on the wooden couch, the blood and qi in his body moved, like a long river galloping and flowing without end.

　　In the dantian, a wisp of Yaojin Qi exhaled and breathed out the edge, absorbing the power of the strong Qi and blood.

　　After a while, the luminous golden light became more intense.

　　"Wait until all the qi and blood are converted into the Qi of Yaojin, and this Taiyi Yaojin Art will be regarded as entering the hall."

　　After a long time, Lin Fan opened his eyes, and a faint golden light flashed across the room, making electricity in the empty room.

　　But then, he restrained everything and turned into that ordinary handsome boy again.

　　squeak-

　　At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of wind blew, blowing out the lotus lamps in the house.

　　"Ok?"

　　Lin Fan didn't panic, and looked towards the door by the moonlight shining in from the window.

　　clap la la...

　　The wind was like weeping, the windows were rustling, and then, a vague white figure was slowly creeping in from the door.

　　Even in the moonlight, Lin Fan couldn't see what the other party looked like, shrouded in white air, it seemed invisible.

　　It seemed to be laughing, and there was a constant burst of unhuman laughter.

　　"what are you?"

　　Lin Fan stood up and narrowed his eyes. He thought that someone was coming to kill him, but now he saw that it was probably not someone who came.

　　"What the hell, it's interesting."

　　His qi and blood suddenly circulated throughout his body, as if he was in a furnace, his body temperature rose rapidly.

　　call!

　　Suddenly, the white shadow rushed towards Lin Fan.

　　boom!

　　Lin Fan didn't move, his right fist was clenched tightly, his blood was bubbling, like a hammer, he smashed it outright!

　　However, the next moment, his eyes were full of flowers, and his ears were silent, and he could no longer hear any sound.

　　There was nothing in front of Lin Fan's face, and this punch was completely empty.

　　"So fast!"

　　He didn't even think about it, the iron fist suddenly turned around and slammed towards him!

　　boom!

　　Bright energy and dark energy burst out together, and in an instant, the air was torn apart and all fell on the white shadow.

　　Octopus collapse!burst!

　　The violent airflow shook the whole room.

　　The violent airflow shook the whole room.

　　The white shadow immediately screamed, screaming like a girl, and flew out with a whoosh, landing in the courtyard.

　　Lin Fan chased after him without saying a word, and then jumped out.

　　And when he was in the courtyard, he found that he had lost the trace of the white shadow.

　　"It doesn't seem like an ordinary ghost, but he is not afraid of the power of blood..."

　　Lin Fan's eyes flickered, his mind moved, and the Rainbow Shock Sword appeared in his hand. Although he couldn't notice it, he intuitively believed that this thing was still in the courtyard and did not leave.

　　His eyes were slightly closed, his right hand was on the hilt of the sword, his muscles were loose, and he seemed to have no strength.

　　The wind gradually stopped, and the moonlight was also shrouded in dark clouds.

　　In the courtyard, it suddenly fell into darkness.

　　Gloomy, terrifying, lonely... as if coming to the Nine Netherworlds.

　　call out!

　　Suddenly, a rag-like tearing sound burst out, the void distorted, and a white shadow shot out from the shadows, rushing towards Lin Fan fiercely.

　　At this moment, above the fence, a slender figure suddenly appeared. He looked at the situation in the courtyard and immediately shouted loudly.

　　"This son, get out of the way!!"

　　Clang!

　　What responded to him was a heaven-shattering jingle sound.

　　At this moment, Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and his temperament changed drastically, like a divine sword unsheathed, fierce and unparalleled!

　　In an instant, a golden light appeared in the courtyard, and the air around it shook violently, making a clanging sound.

　　Lone Peak Thirteen Swords!

　　Vaguely, in the eyes of the figure on the wall, it seems to see a lonely peak rising from the ground, with a arrogant temperament that will be the top of the mountain, and see the small mountains!

　　"artistic conception!"

　　He suddenly opened his eyes.

　　puff!

　　The golden sword energy fell, and the white shadow was like a cracked silk. It was slashed by a sword. After a shrill scream, it was divided into two parts, and it was turned into ashes in the void.

　　The surroundings were quiet, the wind picked up, and the dark clouds dissipated.

　　Lin Fan retracted his sword and sheathed it, and the sword-like sharpness of his body converged into his body, returning to ordinary once again.

　　Then, Lin Fan raised his head and looked outside the fence, "What did this Taoist priest just say?"

　　At this moment, the moonlight fell, revealing the figure on the wall. It was a young man, wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a peach wood sword, black hair tied in a Taoist crown, quite graceful.

　　"Uh... nothing."

Chapter 12 Xiaodao Ning Caichen! (fourth more)

　　"This gentleman is very secretive, and his swordsmanship is outstanding. Sure enough, what the master said is right, there are days outside the sky, and there are people outside people."

　　The young Taoist floated down from the wall, showing a good deed.

　　"The Taoist priest is polite, don't you know the name of the chief?"

　　Lin Fan stood casually, with all his energy and energy restrained, like the sword in his hand, the edge of which was covered by the scabbard, but the young Taoist's face changed slightly.

　　"Xiao Dao Ning Caichen is the thirteenth generation disciple of Longhu Mountain. This time he is traveling down the mountain. Please don't misunderstand this young master."

　　The young Taoist saluted gently and reported his origins.

　　Ning Caichen! ?

　　Lin Fan stared, almost suspecting that his ears had heard it wrong.

　　In his memory, there was the protagonist of a ghost story, also named Ning Caichen, but the other party didn't seem to be a Taoist...

　　"Aren't you a scholar?" he asked in a mysterious way.

　　"Um... Young Master, why did you say this, Xiao Dao followed his master to learn Dao when he was young, and it has been more than ten years since then."

　　Ning Caichen was stunned and puzzled.

　　Is that so.

　　Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, suppressing a lot of thoughts, "Ao, maybe I've identified the wrong person. My name is Lin Fan. Since Daoist Ning is in the poor house, please come and talk."

　　In the previous temptation, Lin Fan roughly determined the opponent's strength, or there may be strange things, but he thought it was enough to deal with it.

　　"The trail is disturbing."

　　When Ning Caichen passed by this place before, he sensed a demonic aura. Out of curiosity, he came here, not wanting to see Lin Fan's stunning sword.

　　"I didn't expect this young master to master the way of artistic conception at such a young age. Could it be the successor of some hidden senior?"

　　Walking behind, Ning Caichen looked at the slender figure and couldn't help but guess.

　　The so-called way of artistic conception is to temporarily integrate every scene and object in the world into swordsmanship, and take advantage of the situation to suppress it with unparalleled power.

　　"But I don't know if it's Martial Dao or Qi Refiner?"

　　According to Ning Caichen's knowledge, both martial arts and qi refiners are good at this method, and they are indistinguishable from each other.

　　Before the foundation was established, there was no difference between the two.

　　While he was thinking about it, he followed Lin Fan to the hall.

　　While he was thinking about it, he followed Lin Fan to the hall.

　　"It's so late, and there's nothing else to entertain, just a cup of tea. Daoist Ning, don't take offense."

　　Xiao Lian slept in the west wing, which was far from here. It was quiet at night, and Lin Fan didn't want to disturb her.

　　"No problem, no problem, Xiaodao Xianyun Yehe is used to it, this tea is enough."