I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Tianji Pavilion actually brought the letter?" An Bulang was stunned.

"Tianji Pavilion is responsible for the collection and release of intelligence, and the transmission of letters is also a type of intelligence release." Shengfeng explained patiently with a smile on his face.

An Bulang nodded, and said, "Let's talk about it, who the **** is telling me?"

Shengfeng began to transmit to Anbulang.

"I have spoken, the following voices are encrypted, even I don't know. I'm just a tool for storing and emitting sounds..." Shengfeng spoke to An Bulang.

Then, his voice suddenly changed, becoming a very pleasant female voice.

"Brother Bulang, we have come to Hongmeng Continent."

Hearing this female voice, An Bulang was struck by lightning and immediately stood still.

"Hehehe...Is it surprised or surprised?"

"When we heard the secret report from the Tianji Pavilion that there was also An Bulang in Cangyun Taoist Palace who was awarded the title of No. 1 Artifact Refining Master in the world, I knew that An Bulang must be you. I and Xuanyuanyu There is also Dabai performing missions in the territory of the Red River Demon Race, and cannot leave for the time being. I will look for you when I have time."

"Don’t worry about the remaining forces of True Person Qingxuan, we have already cleaned it up for you. We also went to the blood mill hell, and Lu Mengyao and Yu Huai rescued all the monks inside, please Don't worry. When the monks were crying and shouting to thank Uncle Anlin, we were petrified. Later, I found out, um, it turned out to be you..."

"By the way, I heard that you also killed the real person Qingxuan. It's really amazing. It's only in the Tianyuan realm, but you can do such an amazing thing. It really is the brother Bulang I know."

"The enemy Qingtian Devil Emperor is a little troublesome to deal with. There is the shadow of the ancient gods and demons behind. We are investigating. We will look for you when the matter is over. We look forward to seeing you again. Come on!"

The woman's voice ended, but An Bulang stood still on the spot, speechless for a long time.

Ji Yinyin became nervous. She had never seen her master so gaffe. She couldn't help but nervously said: "Brother Bulang, what happened?"

An Bulang raised his head, his eyes flushed: "My youth is over."

Everyone: "???"

The owner of that voice is Han Yueling, his previous fiancee.

Now she, Xuanyuanyu, and Dabai actually ran to the mortal world and caught his trail. What could he do?

Look at what they did.

To wipe out the remnants of True Man Qingxuan, we must kill the Emperor Qingtian. He wiped out all his enemies, so what's the point of his descent?

World peace, boring to cultivate immortals?

Is this what he wants? !

What he wants in peace is his youthful and passionate practice experience, unpredictable mysterious events, rather than being protected, a dull and carefree practice life!

Because of this, An Bulang felt that his youth was about to end.

"Fellow Daoist, do you still need to say something to convey to your friends? I can help you convey the past, and it's free." Shengfeng said with a smile.

An Bulang shook his head and said, "Forget it, no need..."

Shengfeng left.

An Bulang fell into silence.

All the friends looked at An Bulang and felt that the teenager was very unhappy, and they all asked worriedly.

The young man sighed slightly, and said, "The family members have found me. I just want to be a low-key practice and no one cares about it, but this wish seems to be impossible."

Yun Qingyu: "???, are you very low-key now?"

Su Huohuo: "???, you are very uninterested now?"

"Oh, my supreme god, don't bother my master to pretend." Jun Shi shook his head and said.

"Ba Ba, are you a little unhappy? Would you like a little thing to play with you?" Little Qilin pulled Anbulang's hair with his paws, his big eyes were full of water, and he said crisply.

An Bulang smiled: "Okay, let's get some breath!"

After speaking, he bid farewell to his little friend, rode a white dragon horse, slid a little unicorn, and wandered around the five major cities.

Little Qilin has never stepped out of the battlefield in her life. He was extremely excited when he saw all kinds of novel and fun things in the city. He ran around and wanted to scratch or bite everything with his paw, making him look like a bear kid. .

"Hey, this little beast can really make a fuss, I really want to catch it and burn it."

"Careful in words and deeds, this little beast looks a lot like the legendary unicorn."

"Isn't this a joke, the unicorn is a legendary beast that runs around like a dog. Isn't the beast shameless?"

"Hey, that boy is very familiar!"

"Oh my God, wouldn't he be the godless son of the famous Cangyun Taoist Palace, right?"

"It's really him..."

Wandering around in the five cities, many monks recognized An Bulang's identity, either in awe, or in private discussions. Some monks with good status even came to talk about it.

An Bulang is already a top student in Cangyun Taoist Palace, and the forces that want to flatter him are naturally indispensable.

At the beginning, he came here and no one cares about it, but now almost everyone knows it.

Maybe this is growth?

Niubi cannot be hidden.

No matter how he wants to keep a low profile, one day he will be discovered by others, by the forces of the upper realm, and finally by his father. There is no such thing as running away from home and developing wretchedly.

However, he is not without gains, he is advancing indefinitely on the road of nine changes against the current.

The universe birth and death creation exercise, the universe’s first body-refining exercise, he also succeeded in getting started, singing and advancing, and the effect was exceptional. At least before, he could only cultivate to the ninth level of the Shenhai realm, and now he can cultivate to the 90s of the Shenhai realm. Kunou, this is the most obvious change...

After thinking about it for a while, An Bulang was relieved suddenly.

Forget it, be discovered if you are found.

Accept it calmly and face the next wind and rain calmly!

"No, uuuuuuuuu... please don't take me away!" A beautiful girl in goose-yellow clothes, crying with pear blossoms and rain, shouted to a middle-aged man, "Father, save me, save me what……"

The middle-aged man looked sad, but looked at his daughter blankly.

A group of monks with a strong cultivation base sealed the girl's meridians with his cultivation base and pulled the girl away.

An Bulang was moved when he saw this scene.

Originally he would not be nosy.

After all, there is too much nosy in this world.

But now, he is really free.

An Bulang rode his horse and came to the place of dispute.

"What the **** is going on with you?" An Bulang asked curiously.

"Be less nosy!" a man shouted at An Bulang.

"Moo!" The white dragon horse suddenly exhaled, and the powerful fluctuations of the extreme spirit beast spread, shocking the surroundings, and the dragon gas hovered like a dragon, and the formation was exceptionally large.

Those cultivators were only in the Heavenly Origin Realm, and they were immediately shocked.

One of the headed men, aware of the extraordinaryness of Anbulang, explained forward: "We are a disciple of the Liangyi Mansion, this monk named Ji Wencheng, bet we lost 300 Jin Baiwujing in the Liangyi Mansion. Mine, now unable to repay, we can only use her daughter to pay off the debt!"

An Bulang was stunned when he heard this: "He owes money, so he can use him to pay off the debt, what's the matter with her daughter?"

The man in the lead laughed directly when he heard these words: "What do I want him to do with this terrible old man in the Heavenly Origin Realm? His daughter Ji Churan has a bit of beauty and aptitude for cultivation. Fancy, being accepted as a concubine, only then reached the three hundred jin of white mist crystal mine."

"You don't want to be nosy, his father signed and pledged. This is a fair deal."

The man saw that An Bulang had a certain identity, so he explained a few more words, and he also took out a signed sales contract.

An Bulang was taken aback, and looked at the middle-aged man named Ji Wencheng.

The middle-aged man had no gods in his eyes and murmured: "It's okay, at first... It is a good thing to be favored by elder Liu. Elder Liu is a strong and respected senior in Liangyi's mansion. You follow him and never Lack of cultivation resources, and the road to cultivation is open..."

Ji Churan burst into tears: "Father, I don't want to go, don't sell me, I don't want to marry that kind of person!"

After that, she turned her eyes on An Bulang for help, begging: "Please, big brother, save me, I really don't want to go to Liangyi Mansion..."

Little Qilin was taken aback by the battle, shrinking on An Bulang's shoulders, and whispered: "Can Ba ​​Ba still sell children? It's terrible..."

"Not all bullies are like this." An Bulang shook his head.

He turned his head to look at Ji Wencheng, and said: "I sold my daughter and said it was for the sake of her daughter. This is the first time I have seen a father like you!"

Ji Wencheng's body trembled, his face flushed.

An Bulang looked at Ji Churan, who was crying red, and then at the monks in Liangyi Palace.

Naturally, he would not say that it is illegal to buy or sell his daughter. Instead, he turned his attention to a gambling gambling ground next to the Baiwu Crystal Mine. There were many monks active inside. The face is red.

An Bulang went straight in.

"I bought this, I bought this, I bought this too!"

As soon as he entered inside, Dzogchen's Liuli Jintong opened, and went to the piles of rocks one by one.

This shocked the owner of the gambling field, thinking that a big fat sheep came.

But the next moment, the boss was desperate.

With the training resources comparable to more than a dozen white mist crystal mines, the teenager opened more than three hundred kilograms of white mist crystal mines, causing a sensation in the entire casino!

What a big sheep, this is a devil!

Before long, An Bulang came out with more than 300 catties of white mist crystal mine.

The monks of Liangyi Palace were still waiting outside.

It's not that they were obedient and didn't leave, but the white dragon horse was holding them by the side, and they didn't dare to leave at all.

An Bulang threw more than 300 kilograms of white mist crystal mine to the monks of Liangyi Palace.

"These ore are enough to pay off the debt, right?"

The man headed by Liangyi Mansion is still unwilling: "This is a consensual transaction. What are you doing? Why do you want to be nosy?"

An Bulang said: "Because I am free."

The man opened his mouth and was speechless.

An Bulang knew that he seemed to be more interested in the girl named Ji Churan compared to the three hundred kilograms of white mist crystal mine.

However, the man did not do much after all.

Because he heard a monk secretly talking next to him, this man seemed to be a very famous student in Cangyun Taoist Palace, and he couldn't afford it.

The monk of Liangyi Palace is gone.

Ji Churan was free again.

The father and daughter thank An Bulang with gratitude.

An Bulang looked at Ji Churan, and said to her, "Leave this useless father, otherwise he might go to bet on rocks someday and sell you again."

Ji Churan's expression stagnated, she turned her head to look at the middle-aged man behind her, her mouth tightly closed, and finally shook her head: "No...I believe my dad will be able to reform~www.wuxiaspot.com~ now he I'm at a low point and I must not leave him, otherwise he will have nothing."

When An Bulang heard this, he stopped talking and rode away.

Ji Churan caught up, trying to do something for An Bulang.

But An Bulang smiled: "It's okay, I'll just do things casually, you don't have to worry about it."

After speaking, he rode a white horse into the air, disappearing into the clouds like a fairy, leaving only the girl staring at it intently, and finally kowtowing on the ground.

An Bulang looked at the misty white clouds and the vast sky.

Look at the crowd below, bustling, coming and going.

Their expressions and movements are different, and all beings are in various forms.

Suddenly, An Bulang felt that he was really idle and did something that was both redundant and not redundant.

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