I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

Qinghe will brutalize the two top powerhouses of the Wentian clan, and his momentum has reached its peak.

He wore a robe of the Three Suns of Flowing Clouds and fluttered, standing on the dojo as an insurmountable peak, looking at Langmeng and others with arrogance and sharp eyes.

He seemed to be afraid that the Langmeng and others would not dare to fight, his mouth raised more exaggeratedly, and he spoke with a slightly sarcasm: "Why? You won't be terrified after seeing my terrible combat power? Now even the courage to fight. Is it all gone? Are people in the lower realms so courageous?"

How can everyone in the Long League endure such words?

Zell immediately refused to accept it, patted An Bulang on the shoulder and said, "Big Brother Lang, you said the same thing, don't you go up and teach him a lesson?"

An Bulang: "..., how did you rise up?"

Qingxue laughed at this, with a clear voice, and coldly said: "I remember you just called yourself An Lang, right? You were not ashamed before, saying that you would refuse to join our Chaoyang Saint Sect. I think there is a better place to go. Let us see your talents here?"

What she said about Tianzongzhi was naturally a kind of flattery with purpose.

Don't you think you are awesome? Then I will lift you high, and then let Qinghe relentlessly use absolute strength to trample you off the dust and trample you severely, so that you can understand how many catties you have!

When Xuanxian Qinghai saw this scene, he smiled and said, "Little friend An Lang, why don't you go and try it, so that you can understand the difference between different cultivation areas and different Tianjiao."

His words are very subtle, but obviously there is also an intention to beat Anbulang.

As long as An Bulang is defeated, the few monks who are still swaying during the Tribulation Period, after recognizing the gap, will not hesitate to join them Chaoyang Sect.

The two elders of the Asking Clan opened their mouths, just as they were about to say something, their voices were covered by the roaring noises around them, and many Tianjiao from the Chaoyang Sect were urging An Bulang to come to power.

An Bulang looked reluctant, but still embarked on the competition dojo.

"Daoist Anlang, I finally waited for you..." Qinghe smiled suddenly and became cold. "You seem to be very capable, then I will not be polite and use my full strength..."

He had long wanted to educate this arrogant and ignorant young man. This is a rare opportunity. He must burn this native of the lower realm to scream and beg for mercy!

"That's it, don't hesitate to use your strength, I will continue." An Bulang looked reluctant.

In the eyes of other people, this young man's expression seemed to be scared, afraid of Qinghe's strength, but there was no way he was pushed into the dojo by others.

Qingxue's beautiful eyes glowed and her smile was bright, looking forward to the next period.

As the competition begins.

Qinghe rushed to Anbulang first, he must step on Anbulang at the fastest speed!

boom! !

The hot fairy spirit turned into a terrifying and boundless prehistoric flame beast.

The lion head dragon body is three thousand feet long, and the scales are as hot as red iron. With a flick of its tail, the mountains can be cracked, and the roar can cause a storm of fire, which is terrifying to the extreme.

"It's Brother Qinghe's unique knowledge, Chaoyang Lion and Dragon Transformation!"

"Oh my god, he actually used the ultimate school as soon as the war started, won't kill that kid?"

"Hehe, it happens to be a profound lesson for the kid who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

The monster of the lion head and dragon body bursts into the sun, the hot energy melts everything, the terrifying power shakes the earth and the sky is arrogant, and the power shakes the void to tremble.

"Boy, you let you know what a real gap is!"

Qinghe screamed, and fell to the white-clothed boy with invincibility.

The young man's clothes were blown up, he faced the terrifying monster and sighed slightly.

His big hand slapped the lion-headed dragon-body monster across the air, as if endless wind gathered in his hand.

Qinghe laughed: "A lunatic, actually fighting the flame with the wind? Do you think he was burned not violently?"

Bang! ! !

The boy hit out with a palm.

The wind of heaven and earth broke out in an instant, and the blue wind roared, even the void was distorted.

The blue sacred wind shook 30,000 meters, tearing the monster condensed by the hot flame into pieces!

The wind helps the fire, and that depends on the wind.

The wind blown by An Bulang's palm, the wind that can even extinguish flames, such as a blade that rages from the extreme cold, shatters the monster, and freezes together with the opponent's energy.

Qinghe was dumbfounded, who was about to burn the peace. He couldn't expect the situation today.

In the next moment, his body was hit by a blue storm, and he was swept into the sky and slashed with tens of thousands of knives. The blood shot into the room and turned into a blood man and fell to the ground.

"Brother Qinghe!"

"No! How could this be..."

"An Lang, are you crazy? How dare you make such a heavy hand!"

The cultivators of Saint Sect Chaoyang looked at the white-clothed youth in shock and anger.

"Don't say it, I think I can save it again..." Qinghe fell into a pool of blood, suffering.

He looked at the white-clothed boy in shock and perplexity. He wanted to abuse the boy, but he became the abused one in the blink of an eye... He still hasn't recovered.

The cultivator Tianjiao immediately went to treat Qinghe, and many cultivators of the Saint Sect of Chaoyang stared at An Bulang with anger, blaming An Bulang for taking too hard.

An Bulang responded indifferently to this: "When he fought with me, he shot so hard, and once he shot it, he was absolutely unskilled. Why didn't you stop him at that time? I am embarrassed to blame me now?"

Qinghe did not show mercy to him when he was in the world, and the other side knew exactly how careful he was in his heart. For such a monk, he naturally would not smile.

On the contrary, he was actually very merciful. Although Qinghe was beheaded 10,000 times, he did not hurt the root.

If you really want him to be merciless, Qinghe really wants to become something that can't even find a scum.

"Anyway, your action is too heavy this time. Qinghe just wants you to recognize the difference between the two places, how can you make such a heavy move?" Qingxue frowned and looked at An Bulang.

An Bulang smiled when he heard this, "I want him to recognize the difference between the two places."

"You...!" Qingxue's chest trembled with anger, she didn't know how to answer.

How could the other Tianjiao of Chaoyang Saint Sect do not know what the young man meant.

They are one of the top ten sects of Kunlun Sanctuary, and now they are actually said by a monk from the lower realm, which greatly stimulates their self-esteem, and they are filled with righteous indignation, wanting to compete with An Bulang.

"Senior Brother Qinghe must have underestimated the enemy before, and only then was defeated by the despicable nether cultivator."

"Senior Sister Qingxue, this person obviously looks down on our sect. Why don't you give him a good education for us! Look at him dare to be so rampant!"

"Yes, looking at his incredible appearance, I really think he is invincible? Senior sister, you will make one shot to let him know that the Chaoyang Saint Sect cannot be insulted, let him have a good experience of the real Chaoyang Saint Sect's top Tianjiao!"

Qingxue was inexplicably pushed onto the dojo by a crowd of angry Tianjiao.

These Chaoyang Saint Sect's Tianjiao are not fools. In fact, they know that An Bulang is very powerful, much stronger than they thought before! But as the top holy sect Tianjiao, there is always a kind of unspeakable pride and contempt.

They don't want to admit the monks in the lower realm. If they want to educate the arrogant monks, it is best to see the young man kneeling down and begging for mercy, but obviously they can't do it.

In the eyes of the heavenly arrogances in the martial arts dojo, Qingxue, as one of the saints of the Chaoyang Saint Sect, is definitely an excellent candidate to teach that young man, and can use the most powerful means to trample that young man off the dust.

Qingxue had already sternly taught An Bulang a lesson, and she just let it go and stood on the dojo.

Qingxue stood in front of Anbulang, with ninety-nine stars orbs, and at the same time released mysterious brilliance, surrounding the woman in a special trajectory.

The bright white brilliance shrouded the woman's slender and **** body, making her as lonely as a saint of stars.

At this time, a large number of Tianjiao monks gathered in Chaoyang Shengzong's martial arts dojo.

They all heard that monks from the lower realm had come to fight Qingxue, and they rushed from all over the place.

"I heard that Senior Sister Qingxue is going to shoot that boy?"

"No, there are cultivators from the lower realm who are worth letting Senior Sister Qingxue take action?"

"It is said that the young man is too rampant. Elder Qinghai gave him a fairy relationship to join our sect, but he looked down on our Chaoyang Sage. Not only that, he also defeated Senior Brother Qinghe."

"It's not bad to defeat Senior Brother Qinghe."

"Hehe, he should be the most powerful aboriginal in the lower realm. That's why he is so proud, but that's the end. Senior Sister Qingxue will let him recognize what a real gap is."

Many Tianjiao of the Chaoyang Saint Sect gathered here.

A phantom shining on his head for three days, like a man descending from the Son of the Sun, came with his feet on fire.

As soon as he appeared, it seemed that even the brilliance of the sky and the sun had been taken away, and he was the dazzling one in the whole world.

"Holy Son of Beiyang is here!"

"I didn't expect him to come here to watch the game."

"Don't you know, Beiyang Shengzi is the suitor of Senior Sister Qingxue!"

All the arrogances, seeing the extraordinary man, their eyes are full of respect.

Those who can be named as Saints in the Sanctuary are all top talents. They are all the star monks of the top ten sanctuary. They have an extremely glorious future and an extremely terrifying potential for cultivation.

At the same time, they also represent the qualifications to inherit the position of Saint Sovereign in the future.

Even if it is as powerful as Qingxue, it is only a candidate for a saint.

At this moment, there was another exclamation in the crowd.

There is a woman with a black dress coming from the model, her figure is perfect, her eyes are like autumn moon, her eyebrows are picturesque, and there is a little cinnabar between her eyebrows.

"Senior Sister Qingyue is here too!"

"His, is this competition so lively?"

"She's afraid to see Qingxue making a fool of herself? But she is only going to be disappointed when dealing with a monk in the lower realm."

Qingyue is also a candidate for the saint. Since a saint of Chaoyang Shengzong fell in the previous battle, she and Qingxue are fierce competitors of the saint of Chaoyang Shengzong. The two often compete in various matters. .

"Oh... I didn't expect it, Beiyang, you came to the martial arts dojo again to see sister Xue fighting? You are so caring about her, do you think she has expressed anything to you?" Qingyue smiled lightly. Glancing at the Beiyang Shengzi on the side.

Beiyang Shengzi said with a blank expression: "I'm just looking at what the practitioners of the lower realm look like. It's you at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com. Come here to join in the fun."

Qingyue pulled her long black hair and said with a smile: "Me too, come and see what the so-called Hongmeng Continent Tianjiao is like. Judging from the previous record, it is quite impressive, even Qinghe They are defeated. If even Sister Qingxue loses, then..."

Before he finished speaking, Beiyang Shengzi said coldly: "You think too much, there will be no such possibility."

The Tianjiao on the martial arts dojo gathered more and more, and finally the other two elders also appeared.

Those were all powerhouses at the Xuanxian level, and all the heavenly arrogants voluntarily gave way.

Qingxue didn't expect this competition to cause such a sensation. She looked at the white-clothed boy in front of her and said lightly: "An Lang, what you did before is really too much. People who are arrogant must have capital, and are incompetent. It’s just a stupid appearance, I’ll teach you a lesson for Qinghe today, so that you know what it means to be outside, there are outsiders, there are outsiders!

"Don't talk nonsense, just go." An Bulang is tired, and he doesn't understand why things have developed like this. He is obviously very low-key...