I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

　　Fat man's expression showed a moment of solidification.

　　 This is the first time he heard a tomb raider say this to him.

　　 "Boy... do you know what you are talking about?"

　　 The terrible momentum exploded from the body of Sha Fatty. That was the momentum of the high-level Tianyuan level. The yellow sand around the earth was spurred by this momentum and flew into the sky, forming an extremely terrible sandstorm.

　　Fat man in sand is like the king of yellow sand, staring at An Bulang.

An Bulang did not evade, but also looked at the fat man in front of him, said lightly: "This is not what I said, but a few large characters on the gate of the White King's tomb are written like this, I just implement the concept of White King That's it. Or, do you think that your rules are more effective than the rules of Bai Wangding?"

　　Fat sand man heard this, and seemed to be choked.

"Okay, a man who has the ability to take it..." Fatty Sha suddenly smiled, his arms spread open, his momentum soared again, and he swept away in peace, and laughed, "I am the king who guards the rules of this place, Boy, do you have the ability to defeat me?"

　　 "Yes." An Bulang nodded decisively.

　　 "Rampant!" Sha Fatty suddenly shouted.

　　 Boom!

　　 A terrible sandstorm dragon descended from the sky, smashing on Anbulang's head, completely swallowing Anbulang's body, and the might of the violent sandstorm even scraped the yellow sand earth out of a big pit.

　　Fat Sha was still thinking of using his powerful coercion to scare the young Xiaoxiu, but he did not think that Xiaoxiu still spoke badly, so he did not mind giving this Xiaoxiu an unforgettable lesson for life.

"I don't know if the thick hairy kid, I can kill even Tianyuan Realm, if you dare to provoke me, then be prepared to be killed by me!" Sha Fatzi's smile became untidy, and his hands were linked to make the sand storm roll. The mighty power surged once again, slamming the teenager in the center of the storm.

If you are a monk of the Naling level, you will be crushed into flesh at this moment.

　　But the fat man who can perceive the storm center is still alive, so he can't help but increase his strength again.

　　 also at this time, it seemed that a drop of water was dripping from the sky and dropped on the fat man's head.

　　 "Huh? This is..." Fatty Sha froze, looking up at the sky.

　　 At this moment, the extreme danger enveloped his whole body.

　　 That is the feeling of death!

　　 The field of vision suddenly turned blue.

　　 "Stab!"

　　The severe pain came from the head, and the extreme cold flooded the whole body.

　　 Suddenly the water droplets burst into a mighty blue ice thorn, which penetrated his head from top to bottom!

　　 "Dripping glaciers, everything can be condensed." The boy's voice came from the storm.

　　 attacked the boy in white and walked through the sandstorm unharmed, looking at the fat man who was penetrated by the ice thorn, and shook his head: "You are still too weak after all..."

　　Fat Sha seems to have consciousness, and the eyes of both pupils show a look of panic and begging for mercy, but that frost spreads relentlessly toward all parts of his body, centered on Sha Fat's head.

　　Fairy glaciers, although there is no support of fairy qi, but only take a ray of true meaning, you can explode supreme power.

　　 However, this trick is very laborious.

　　An Bulang can only be used once in order to pretend to force.

　　 "Now, do you think I have the ability to take these treasures?" An Bulangfeng asked lightly.

　　The fat man in sand frantically urges the power in the body, squeezing the remaining power desperately, and finally overcomes the extreme cold and freezing.

　　 nodded!

　　An Bulang saw the fat man with soft clothes, smiled slightly, and waved with one hand.

　　 The ice spines melted.

　　Sand Fatty fell from the sky, hit the ground, and nearly smashed his body.

　　 "Hoo...Hoooo..." It seemed as if he could finally take a breath. Fat Sha kept taking a deep breath. The body of the tumbler made him stand up automatically, but he saw the gentle smile of the teenager.

　　Fat Sha was scared and almost breathless: "You... who are you? How could the college allow you to enter such a demon into the White King's tomb? This is unreasonable!"

　　 An Bulang heard a word.

　　 The college is informed about the tomb of Bai Wang?

　　Listening to the fat man's words, it seems to have some kind of unspeakable cooperation with Bai Wang's tomb?

　　An Bulang was a little interested: "Next, I want you to release your own natal blood, and make a series of heart vows, otherwise I will kill you now."

　　The fat body of Sha Sha trembled: "Don't try to threaten me with these things. I was born as a tomb in White King's tomb, and died as a ghost in White's tomb..."

　　 A long sword suddenly placed on Sha Fatzi's neck.

　　 "Sorry, I kill you, you can't even be a ghost."

　　An Bulang looked at Fatty Sha, his eyes became golden, and his tone was indifferent.

　　Fat Sha and An Bulang stared at each other, feeling an unspeakable horror for no reason...

　　 "But...but I don't have natal blood..." Sha Fatzi suddenly changed his tone.

　　 "How could a living creature have no natal blood?" An Bulang looked surprised.

　　 "I only have natal fine sand..." Sha Fatzi said.

　　An Bulang looks a little embarrassed and reaches out: "A meaning, get it out!"

　　The fat man spit out a small golden sand from his mouth.

　　An Bulang outlined the ancient golden curse marks in the void. It was the Yangyan Heart Curse that was cast on Tian Ge and others before. It can be implanted into the body of the other party and let the other party burn the other party in violation of the oath!

　　The seal of mantra merges with the sand, and then merges into the body of the fat man.

　　Under the guidance of An Bulang, Sha Fatty made a full-hearted oath of hundreds of words, and the tossed fat people lost several pounds. An Bulang only let Sha Fatty go.

　　 "Fat Sha, the relationship between Bailing Imperial College and Baiwang Tomb, you know how much you tell me." After all this, An Bulang finally revealed his fangs.

　　 "This...I'm not called Sha Fatty." Sha Fatty looked wronged, "I have a name, and the name is pretty good, called Sha Bi."

　　An Bu Lang: "?????"

　　 The corner of the teenager's mouth slightly twitched: "I still think Fatty Sha is nice..."

　　Fat man Sha stubbornly shook his head: "I don't care, you will call me Sha Bi!"

　　He hates people calling him fat.

　　An Bulang was the first time he saw such an excessive request, but he still decided to meet the other party and nodded: "That's good, stupid, can you answer that question above me?"

Sha Bi admitted frankly: "I waited for Bai Wang to be a follower before his death. The cooperation between Bai Wang's tomb and Bai Ling Imperial College is unknown to me. The only thing I know is that in the long years, young practitioners will enter Bai Tomb of Wang, and all I have to do is use Sha Bingsha to hinder them. Once they break through the encirclement, let them get a chance to fight for a magic weapon..."

　　An Bulang was a little disappointed after listening to it, and he didn’t know anything about it.

　　Shabi is impossible to lie, because when he took the oath before, he had vowed not to lie to An Bulang.

　　 "Okay, then I will take the magic weapon." An Bulang glanced at the aperture wrapped with the magic weapon floating not far away, and said, "You have removed these apertures."

　　Shabi continued to shake his head: "I will not withdraw, this is not what I got... There is the prohibition left by the White King. Only when there is a magic weapon approved existence, the aperture is actively lit, I have the authority to open the aperture."

　　 "So, if I want to get the magic weapon, I have to release my own blood first and let the magic weapon recognize me?" An Bulang stroked his chin.

　　 "That's right." Sha Bi shook his round body.

　　 He was still fortunate in his heart. Fortunately, this was the ban that the White King left behind. The magic weapon in front of him would not be completely hollowed out by An Bulang.

　　After all, these magic weapons have strange characters and a very high vision. Where can they bow down because of the blood of a strong man? It is good to be able to have more than a dozen magic weapons to recognize An Bu Lang.

　　Sha Bi was thinking this way, An Bulang had thrown out his fine blood.

　　 Suddenly, all the magic apertures shine brightly!

　　 All magic weapons tremble madly, and the sounds of the magic weapons tremble together to break through the clouds, as if shouting: Choose me! Choose me! Choose me! ! !

　　Shabi was dumbfounded and stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

What's happening here?

　　Why the magic weapon moved?

　　Why do even the arrogant and profound magic weapons climax without exception?

　　 Is this boy so popular?

　　Shabi turned his attention to An Bulang and said with difficulty: "You... what the **** is going on..."

　　An Bulang was very satisfied with the result in front of him. Instead of answering Sha Bi’s words, he smiled and said, “How about, the aperture is bright, do you have permission to open the aperture?”

　　Shabi felt that the teenager in front of him was the devil!

　　 He had never seen a single drop of essence blood make all magic weapons exist madly, not even the White King. His three views were shattered and shattered at this moment.

　　 "Sha Bi! What else are you stupid, open the aperture!" An Bulang looked impatient.

　　 He always felt that calling this fat man's name seemed to be very unqualified.

　　Shabi had recovered, and he did not dare to disobey the meaning of peace and tranquility, sketched a rune, and opened all the white apertures.

　　 "Shoot..."

　　 one magic weapon, like a streamer rushing towards An Bulang.

　　 The appearance of scrambling, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seems to be afraid that An Bulang will not want them at the next moment.

　　 "Don't worry, don't worry, take your time..."

　　 "One by one line up, don't squeeze!"

　　An Bulang opened the precepts and put all the magic weapons into the bag.

　　Shabi looked at what was happening in front of her eyes, and felt so painful that she couldn't breathe.

　　 blinked, the land of yellow sand covered with magic weapons was empty.

　　The fat man in sand looked gloomy: "I never expected that the old man would lose his job..."

　　The magic weapon is gone, and this treasure trial has to be closed...

　　 "Where are you unemployed? Don't you still have many regenerable sand soldiers and generals?" An Bulang finished the baby, and he was in a good mood and smiled.

　　 "But my magic weapon..." Shabi couldn't help speaking.

"The magic weapon is not important!" An Bulang suddenly said, "What is the purpose of participating in the tomb trial? In order to complete the combat ability in the battle, in various difficulties and obstacles, to break through the self, temper the state of mind and Dao Xin !"

　　 "When people come to you after experiencing difficulties and obstacles, they already have the greatest gains, and they have benefited from the endless road of spiritual practice!"

　　 "This is the true meaning of trial!"

　　Shabi's eyes widened and he murmured: "It turns out so..."

　　An Bulang patted Sha Bi's shoulder, inspiring: "Do it well!"

　　 finished, he turned away.

　　 On the ground where the sand is undulating, the shadow that made Sha Bi awe gradually disappeared.

　　 left Shabi alone in place, calming the inner shock.