I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

The prefecture-level power represents the first-class power of the immortal-level titled empire.

They may be able to overwhelm a region, or they can dominate the birth and death of a titled empire, and even the pinnacle power of the prefecture level.

They are arrogant, behemoths respected by countless cultivators.

But now, when a force appeared, they slapped them severely.

The Langmeng is like a husky mixed into the wolf pack. It has no sphere of influence and no inheritance. It is like an organization made by a group of monks eating melon seeds. It actually sits on an equal footing with them. This makes the forces tolerable?

Almost the moment the news was released.

Langmeng has become a public enemy of the forces!

Almost all forces believe that the Lang League is not worthy!

Originally, Langmeng was a tortoise with a shrunken head, so it was fine to be scolded by a group of forces.

Unexpectedly, the Langmeng jumped out on its own, expressing its willingness to accept all challenges except force. With this rampant appearance, a group of forces suddenly exploded again.

"Crazy, really crazy!"

"Little forces, where there is mad capital, let me suppress it!"

"I beg for a hammer, the Langmeng is over, see my Lord Tiger stepping on the Langmeng!"

All the forces were very angry, and the top forces of Hongmeng Continent were once again brought back by An Bulang.

At this time, the Langmeng station.

Storm is coming.

All the friends of Langmeng looked at An Bulang in shock.

They were originally anxious because they were trapped in the whirlpool of power levels that were not worthy of their names.

As a result, their leader felt that the fire was not big enough, and added a fire inside...

It was like a weak young man who said to a group of muscular men: Spicy chicken, come hit me!

This……

"Should I say that you really deserve to be the leader of the Langmeng?" Yun Qingyu laughed, not knowing whether he was angry, or he really felt funny.

"It's over, it feels like we are going to finish..." Su Huohuo was extremely pessimistic.

An Bulang crossed his hands, his eyes were deep, and he smiled: "This is an excellent opportunity for us to experience and earn money..."

"I'm still earning money, I have to say if I can live on..."

"Don't underestimate the heroes of the world."

"What if I want to retire?"

The friends panicked, but An Bulang was still cheering them on.

Booming...

There was a violent roar outside the sky.

Red clouds cover the sky.

A man with an incredibly powerful aura and burning crimson all over his body came out of the void.

"Northbound Sect, Pangbo, come and ask for advice!"

The man's voice is like the roar of an ancient beast, if it weren't for the mountain top covered by a peerless array, this roar could collapse an entire mountain of thousands of feet.

An Bulang walked out slowly and glanced at the man gently.

"Pangbo, right? Let's say, what do you want to compare?" The boy said slowly.

"I know your sacred fire is very powerful." The man suppressed the flame.

He looked at the young man with a blaze in his eyes, and said: "But what I am here today is to be stronger than your body, and harder than anyone else's body! Anbulang, do you dare to fight?"

"It's okay to face off. The key is to bet. What do you take to bet with us?" An Bulang leaned back in his chair and said lazily.

"What to bet..." Pangbo suddenly took out one hundred thousand spiritual stones from Na Jie and threw them on the ground, "I am a relatively vulgar person, so I will bet one hundred thousand spiritual stones. If I lose, I will give you the money. If I win, you immediately dissolve the Lang League and announce an apology!"

An Bulang looked at the money on the ground, his eyes lit up slightly, and smiled: "I like such a real person..."

"But..." An Bulang suddenly showed disdain, raised his eyebrows and looked at Pangbo, sneered, "A mere 100,000, I want to challenge my Lang League? My Lang League is a territorial power, high above you, you Just send us a hundred thousand spiritual stones? We don't bother to win your little money!"

"You...!" Pang Bohu stared openly, a little frustrated, "You dare not compare!"

An Bulang raised his five fingers: "A price, 500,000 spiritual stones, dare you?"

"This..." Pangbo took a breath. He didn't have much cash. Half a million spiritual stones were already half of his assets. If he loses..."

Su Huohuo sneered while holding a sword on the side: "I can't even take out half a million spirit stones, so I am worthy to challenge my Lang League? You also look at your own sorrow!"

"Damn, I just refused to accept it today!" Pangbo threw the quintessential spirit stone out, "People of the Lang League, who dare to be stronger than me, just come!!"

An Bulang picked up half a million spirit stones and stood up with a smile on his face: "I compare with you, Langmeng's first fund was successfully obtained!"

After speaking, he threw the money towards Mo Shi.

Here the ink poem is most suitable for managing the money of the Lang League.

Because no matter who is unlucky, it won't be her unlucky. On the contrary, she can use all kinds of chances and coincidences to increase her spiritual resources in receiving the ring. This causal law governing money is very suitable for Langmeng!

"Okay! I want to compare with you too!"

"An Bulang, you will pay for your ignorance!"

Suddenly a large number of flame dragon scales appeared in Pangbo's body, and the cultivation base of the questioning realm broke out. Every dragon scale on his body was like a pure white crystal, which looked brilliant and extremely hard.

"Have you seen it? This is the **** dragon scale I obtained in the Forbidden Nine-layer Hell. It is extremely hard. Even the strong of the Shenlong clan, there is no such powerful dragon scale!"

With these words, Nalan Jinli wrinkled the bridge of her delicate nose.

An Bulang was amused: "Dragon scales? I happen to have them too!"

After speaking, he performed the Dragon Scale Transformation of the Nilong Nine Transformations.

The superimposed purple dragon scales are unpredictable, full of mystery and power.

Pangbo's expression changed, but he still snorted coldly: "Come on, let's see whose skin is harder!"

After speaking, he took out his heavenly magic weapon, the Crazy Dragon Heavenly Sword!

"Tianyu, slash the mad dragon!"

After that, the mad dragon sky sword descended from the sky with a terrifying edge, like a lore, hitting Pangbo's scaly body, and shook Pangbo's body, but there were no scars on the skin.

The physical body can resist the heavenly magic weapon!

"Dare you try?" Pang Bo looked at An Bulang and sneered.

An Bulang stretched out his arms: "Come on!"

"Tianyu, slash the mad dragon!"

Pangbo slashed down unceremoniously, and then went into the sea with a sound, and all his sharp edges disappeared.

Pangbo's face changed drastically: "How could it be..."

"The heavenly magic weapon is too rubbish... Nalan Jinli, borrow your prison guard gun for use!"

Nalan Jinli threw the Prison Guarding Dragon Spear, which had a sharp edge comparable to that of Jibao, and the sharp edge immediately surprised the world.

Although there is no urging of the power of the dragon, the sheer sharpness is enough to shock the world.

An Bulang opened his arms to greet the sharp edge of the prison dragon spear.

In this scene even Nalan Jinli was shocked: "Don't wave, be careful! The speed is too fast!"

She knows exactly how terrifying the edge of the prison guard dragon spear is.

boom!

A clear voice.

The prison dragon spear collided with the purple dragon scales, making a crisp sound.

"Block... Blocked?" Nalan Jinli was surprised and greatly relieved.

"Huh, but so, I'll come too!" Pangbo saw that An Bulang was okay, and threw the Prison Guard Dragon Spear into the sky, and then opened his steel body.

"I suggest you go a little bit, so receiving the gun will cause serious injuries." An Bulang suggested.

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't look down on people!" Pang Bo sneered.

Puff!

The prison dragon spear penetrated Pangbo's chest, and there was almost no obstacle...

"Ah...!!!" Pangbo was bleeding, lying on the ground rolling.

In this way, a challenger who didn't know the height of the sky was carried down...

Everyone in Langmeng looked at Pangbo with sympathy.

To meet the Jiulong Treasure with the body, is a real boss!

However, this is not over yet, it is just the beginning.

"Wen Yuan teaches Mo Wenshou to come to ask for advice, who will identify cause and effect with me and bet on three elixirs!"

Yun Qingyu appeared with a smile on his face, and talked to Mo Wenchou for an hour, and Mo Wenchou was defeated.

"Lin Qingqing of the Heavenly Snake Mansion brings feathered fruit, asking for advice on the way to change!"

"I'm good at this, let me come." Nalan Jinli was delighted.

Then Lin Qingqing retreated, and the one-stop change surpassed her both in Taoism and Taoism.

"Zhao Bai, the Sword of the Setting Sun, is here to ask for the true meaning of swordsmanship!" A sword-powered Daoist realm leader descended from the sky and placed a bet of 500,000 spiritual stones.

Su Huohuo appeared, defeating Zhao Bai with his natural sword heart and unparalleled sword intent.

Immediately afterwards, Bao Yan went out to fight and defeated the enemy.

With Biringen, Ji Yinyin appeared on the stage, shocking the opponent to retreat in a row.

There are some who use the knife, and Hongli makes a stunning appearance.

There are also the Shen Danzong who come to compare alchemy, and feel that no one can overwhelm them with alchemy.

As a result, as soon as An Bulang's void alchemy technique appeared, all alchemy masters knelt down!

"Fengxu Sect is here to ask for advice and silence!"

Immediately afterwards, Su Mu appeared on the stage and taught them what dying is.

...

As long as there is no real battle, An Bulang finds that they are not afraid of anyone at all.

Of course, there are also those who are caught up in hard struggles, such as Bi Yin Rhyme and Bi Hua Dao.

Yun Qingyu is good at rhythm, but he was almost defeated by a goddess of a fairy music sect. Fortunately, the goddess made an inexplicable mistake, and the artistic conception he created was finally destroyed, which failed.

The same is true for the Qianshanwanshui Pavilion that compared with Nalan Jinli. When the opponent was about to win, his hands cramped and the ink spilled irregularly, destroying the entire painting and directly losing.

Their failure was weird and helpless, and they could only pay the bet unwillingly.

A huge amount of spiritual materials fell into the purse of the ink poem, and UU read the book www.uukanshu.com ink poem with a boring smile.

The Langmeng went beyond everyone's expectations and faced the world's best players, and it won streak in a row without a single defeat!

The competition that some people came over became more and more excessive.

A swamp monster emperor turned into a spirit, and even tried to eat shit.

It is assumed that no one in Langmen dare to compete with it.

As a result, Jun Lion stood up and slapped the bog monster in terms of eating shit...

The swamp monster flees in a big defeat, leaving behind a place of treasure.

Langmeng fought back again and won!

In one day, the members of the Lang League fought the entire world, even one hundred games.

Achieved a record of one hundred consecutive victories, which caused a sensation in the entire spiritual world!

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