I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Hey, hey brother finally has fresh ingredients in again."

"Brother, remember, don't underestimate any psychic monk, our duty is to be a statue calling a ground soldier, don't expose yourself, and forget our previous experience?"

"Yeah, but I still look forward to it. I don’t know how many days of blood can be integrated into the cemetery to nourish us."

The two bull-head statues smiled evilly, looking at the students who crossed the prohibition, eagerly moving until they saw a familiar white figure, the smile gradually solidified, and then became a silent statue

All the students passed the prohibition of crossing the hole and felt a strong whirlwind.

Then, a brand new world appeared in front of them.

The pale gray sky, the earth with stone peaks, and the magnificent tomb

"Oh my God, is that the White King's Tomb?"

"I failed the last trial of the White King's Tomb this time I must conquer it"

Some students are already eager to try it.

"Don't panic, everyone" At this time, a man in Tsing Yi stood with a smile on his face, "I am Mu Yunxiu of the third class. I went to the cemetery in the trial of the White King's tomb 18 years ago. The core of the White King Statue Hall, everyone enters with me after entering"

"Ok I will follow in the footsteps of Brother Mu Yunxiu"

"Mu Yunxiu is a great student"

The man's words were immediately sought after by many seniors and sisters.

Class 1 and Class 2 are the top evils of the Tianyuan gangster. Class 3 can be said to be the existence of the most evil in the Lingling Realm. Some students couldn't help but hug their thighs and rub their chances.

But there are also many geniuses who sneer and want to dig more things through their own strength.

"An Bulang, what do you think of this matter?" Jiang Muqing leaned beside An Bulang, watching the teenager's gaze quite like asking for his opinion.

In her mind, An Bulang's image and status are relatively tall and reliable.

Before An Bulang had spoken, Ji Yinyin couldn't help but intervene: "You don't have to follow that guy, follow Brother Bulang, you're right."

Jiang Muqing blinked and looked at An Bulang's irresponsible expression, and he suddenly had a decision in his heart.

Hold the thighs to hug the right person. At this time, she chose to hold the thighs.

"That's safe, I'll follow you." Jiang Muqing whispered.

An Bulang was a little helpless: "Actually everyone is the same."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Muqing looked puzzled.

An Bulang is not easy to explain, after all, the baby in the tomb of the White King was taken away by him, not unlike who

Oh wrong

It seems that the trap has not been lifted.

He may still be able to protect Jiang Muqing so that she doesn’t have to die in the trial

"Classmate An Bulang"

At this time, a crisp and sweet voice came from behind.

An Bulang turned around and found a schoolgirl with white, beautiful, long legs and red hair, who was staring at herself scorchingly. Even the slightly red face seemed to show her tension and shyness.

This school sister's image was originally selected, and it was the object that many seniors secretly paid attention to. At this time, she took the initiative to find An Bulang, so that An Bulang suddenly became a figure of public concern.

"My name is Hong Lin'er, I am a member of the First League." the woman said.

"Oh, do you have anything?" An Bulang nodded and asked.

Hong Lin'er pointed to An Bulang and said: "You are the first in a new life, so I want to turn you over"

When An Bulang heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "How to fight here?"

"No, how bad it is to kill"

Hong Lin'er shook his head immediately, and then said: "So, in the White King's tomb, you chase me to escape, within a quarter of an hour, if you can catch up with me, even if I lose, if you can't catch up within a quarter of an hour Me, even if I win. The bet is one thing that the loser has to promise to win, what about?"

"No" Ji Yinyin was anxious. "What if you win An Anlang and marry you?"

Red Liner: ""

An Bulang: ""

I haven't spoken yet. What is this apprentice thinking about?

"The competition between me and An Bulang is purely a gentleman's appointment." Listening to Ji Yinyin, Hong Lin'er's cowardness was a little more, but he still had the courage to say, "If I win, the demands are too much. , An Bulang students can also refuse, this has no hard requirements"

"So, Classmate Bulang, what do you think?"

This shining student sister looked at An Bulang with an expectant look.

The students who observed this silently around were envious and jealous.

They also want to play with Hongliner Xuejie. If you catch up with me, I will promise you a conditional game.

It’s a pity that they don’t even have the chance to be invited to the contest.

Mu Yunxiu, who was not far away, was also upset.

He was also the first freshman before, why did Hong Lin'er not come to turn him over

However, he looked at the followers in front of him, and some of the emotions in his heart were also satisfied. He no longer looked at Hong Lin'er's direction, but shouted his arms: "Go, I will take you to seize the opportunity."

With that said, a group of people rushed towards the White King's tomb vigorously.

"Wangmeng's people came and assembled"

"Yuemeng, Yuemeng, sisters don't go away"

"Comrades from the First League, gather Lao Tzu to take you on the grave!"

The people of the major alliances also began to gather people and ran towards the tomb of the White King.

Hong Lin'er looked at An Bulang with a distracted look, and asked, "Classmate An Bulang, what do you mean?

"Come on, let's compare it." An Bulang sighed and nodded.

He feels that this trip must be boring, why not find some fun to do

"Great," Hong Lin'er cheered, the smile on his face could not be concealed, and he waved a little white fist, said, "Student An Bulang, I will definitely let you lose your heart and convince you."

"Master, we," Ji Yinyin pointed to himself and Jiang Muqing.

"You play first, and you can finish it soon as a teacher."

"After you finish, come back to find you." An Bulang said.

Hong Lin'er looked displeased and said, "Huh, it seems that you will definitely win"

At this time, Mu Yunxiu had rushed to the door of the White King's tomb with a group of people and said, "As soon as we approach, the ground will vibrate and a group of ground soldiers will emerge from the ground."

Everyone was tense as they listened, approaching carefully.

However, let them be careful all the way to enter the gate of the White King's tomb, nothing happened. A group of students all turned their doubtful eyes to Mu Yunxiu. Mu Yunxiu twitched his mouth and said, "The tomb of Baiwang is ever-changing, maybe a little has changed."

With that said, he led the crowd into the cemetery.

An Bulang and others also came to the gate of the White King’s Tomb. At this time, the fighting and screams of the students seemed to have been heard inside.

Hongliner held out three fingers and said, "Let me run for three seconds first, and then you will catch up."

"Oh, no problem" An Bulang smiled.

As soon as the voice fell, Hong Liner turned into a white shadow and shoved into the door.

When An Bulang counted to three, he followed the door and saw that the slender woman with red hair and white clothes at the end of the channel turned and ran at a very fast speed and disappeared into the field of vision. It was naturally the red forest.

"Oh, you can't escape my palm"

An Bulang stepped on his feet, his figure swept quickly

Soon, the figure of the two disappeared at the gate.

Ji Yinyin and Jiang Muqing looked at each other with blank expressions.

"Oh, your master was snatched away by the devious and cheap goods." Jiang Muqing said bluntly.

Ji Yinyin also resented: "This morning I ate my carefully prepared cloud, and finally fed him. He was so full that he tried hard to chase other girls."

The two also entered the tomb of the White King.

As soon as he entered, he encountered several fireballs and fell.

Ji Yinyin released his coldness expressionlessly, and lost all the fireballs, then walked slowly forward, without any rush.

"Yinyin, you don't seem to be interested," Jiang Muqing tilted her head to look at the girl beside her, "Is it because of An Bulang?"

Ji Yinyin shook his head: "Master half and half."

"Well, what is half and half?" Jiang Muqing was even more puzzled.

Ji Yinyin waved her hands in sadness: "Mu Qing, don't fight too hard in this graveyard. Listen to me, it's not worth it."

Jiang Muqing blinked, feeling that Ji Yinyin was mysterious, but he still remembered this sentence in his heart.

In the middle of the winding and twisted, heavily organised Tomb of the White King.

All students have gone through the challenge.

One by one, the students who were hit hard by accident could not afford to fall to the ground, and some were scared and fled.

The vanguard squad led by Mu Yunxiu who wanted to seize the opportunity also fell down one after another. After all, the trap would erupt in any way, and even Mu Yunxiu could not take care of so many people.

"Senior student Mu Yunxiu, how is the actual White King's tomb different from what you said?" The injured student couldn't help but speak.

Mu Yunxiu was also very annoyed: "The layout of the White King's tomb seems to have changed, but I understand the general route, you don't have to panic and we are still the fastest runner, what panic"

"The fastest for us"

"That is, don't follow the seniors if you don't believe them, don't complain so much"

Everyone agrees.

However, at this moment, suddenly a white shadow passed by their crowd.

Several psionic arrows shot from the wall.

The woman's lotus foot lightly touched the ground, her posture fluttered in the air, her white robe skirt fluttered, her bright fire-like hair bloomed like a rose, and she escaped the attack of the psionic arrows with great precision.

That stunning figure surprised all the students on the field.

The woman seemed to be on her way, after avoiding the arrows, she kept pace and ran forward again.

Just when the students wanted to sigh, another man surpassed them. At this time, the trap of the tomb was changed, and numerous ice thorns fell from the sky.

But the man did not hide. The ice thorn fell on the man's body as if it hit an extremely hard magic weapon, and it was directly blown into crushed ice, but the man was unharmed.

The man was still running fast, surpassing a group of students, as fast as a gust of wind.

"Isn't that the Hongliner?"

"There is that one, it is An Bulang"

"God, he was so fast"

"I heard that they didn't expect them to surpass us during the competition"

Some students who were still proud of being the fastest team suddenly became embarrassed.

There are still many organs in the tomb, and the crisis is everywhere.

And An Bulang and Hong Lin'er are like sudden accidents.

Stunning people, and then go away

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