I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

An Bulang once again returned to the center of the tomb where the five passages intersected.

　　Treasures, immortals, spells, and exercises were all cleared by him.

　　 Now there is only one channel left: formation!

An Bulang remembered the words of Green Sunflower again. The White King once made his name in the Bailing Empire with a prosperous culture. Xiu Wei reached the level of the peak of Shenhai. Compared with the current state of An Bulang, Can be considered a strong man.

　　 No wonder the formations set up here will be so strong, that mysterious power of the gods even put him in danger...

　　An Bulang knew that once he walked into Matrix Avenue and faced the remnant soul of White King, he would face an unknown danger that was enough to threaten his safety.

　　If you are an ordinary person, knowing this fact, my heart has already retired, especially after doing the above series of things...

　　 But somehow, An Bulang's heart was about to move.

　　 "Unexpectedly, White King is still alive..."

　　 "It's a pity that such an interesting person is dead."

　　 "Come all here, why not meet him?"

An Bulang caressed his chin and nodded, "Although it's a little dangerous, but how can the path of practice be smooth sailing? Besides, I have a lot of cards in Anlang, can't I still have a wave? Many waves are stable!"

　　 He succeeded in persuading himself, and then walked towards the avenue of formation.

　　 The moment he stepped into the line of formation, he knew that he had fallen into the formation.

The 　　 array method is very good, and in terms of structure, it can also be called delicate.

　　An Bulang perceives and analyzes the formation with interest, and walks forward step by step. Every step of his step was on the key points of the formation, so that the formation could not even be hostile to him. Instead, he was slightly shaken by his footsteps and seemed very comfortable.

　　 walked all the way in this way, extremely natural and extremely peaceful, as if an invincible master, soon walked out of the formation range of the hidden killer and crossed the formation avenue.

　　 Milky white light came into view.

　　 A brand new world appeared before An Bulang!

　　 This is an extremely large round white stone platform.

　　Holy, tranquil.

　　 A bronze-colored coffin was placed in the center of the round white stone platform. The coffin was covered with strange purple spirit grass and gently swayed, as if waving to him.

　　 This is a mysterious high-level treasure of heaven and earth, increasing soul grass!

　　 Actually there are so many! !

　　An Bulang licked the corner of his mouth.

　　Otherwise, all these grasses have been pulled out by our own ability? !

　　 He remembers that he still has a white dragon horse. He can't eat these grasses, but the white dragon horse can eat them, which is extremely good for cultivation.

　　 At this time, the wind suddenly rose.

　　 A fierce and powerful sword light fell from top to bottom.

　　Horan sword qi flooded the entire world in an instant.

　　A man of ordinary appearance, but with a strong cold temperament, appeared in front of the coffin.

　　 His body is illusory, with a golden virtual sword in his hand, eyes quiet and majestic, and a platinum tabard with no wind automatically, giving a very wise and magical feeling.

　　 "Congratulations to those who are destined to be able to get the experience of the avenue of formation from among the five avenues of treasure, kung fu, immortality, spells, and formation. I have to say, your luck is awesome!"

　　 The man with a cold face and a strong aura suddenly showed a soft smile.

　　An Bulang blinked. Is this luck? He seems to have all of it. This is strength.

　　 "Of course, if you can pass the trial of Formation Avenue, it also proves that your strength is good, and you are eligible to receive the solitary formation inheritance..."

　　 "Dare to ask the senior is..."

　　An Bulang looked at the man in front of him, full of sword energy, and asked the man curiously.

When the man flicked his sleeves, his eyes looked like a sword, and slowly said: "The lonely is the owner of this mausoleum, once prestigious, unparalleled in combat power, killing the Red River Demon Clan is fearful of the wind, known as the little warlord of the Bailing Empire! Everyone in the world respects the orphan as the White King, the king on the battlefield!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, the golden light turned into a flying sword.

　　Men's body has a vertical and horizontal battlefield, the unprecedented momentum of the world.

　　If you are an ordinary monk, when you see this scene, you can't help but worship the White King.

　　An Bu Lang is not so exaggerated, but there are also surprises in his eyes.

　　Who says that the White King has only a wisp of remnants that will not attack people?

　　 This battle is definitely bullying whoever wants to bully!

　　Stable! Must be stable!

　　An Bulang silently suppressed the idea of ​​discussing the construction of the cemetery with the White King.

　　 "An Bulang, I have seen Senior White King." An Bulang saw him respectfully and saluted.

　　A truly strong person should know how to control himself, be hard and soft, and bend and stretch.

　　 "Yes, after seeing the orphans, they can still be humble and unassuming, and their demeanor is still a good seedling..." Bai Wang saw An Bulang's reaction that was not too shocking and licking the dog.

　　The golden transparent sword in his hand flicked up, and the sword gas surged again, saying: "Look!"

　　 hum~~~

　　 Sword will spread.

　　 The white king moved with the sword, and began to dance in front of An Bulang.

　　Sophisticated swords are swayed willingly, setting him like a king in the sword. Suddenly, on the round white stone platform, a powerful formation rose up, and it was a sword formation!

　　In an instant, the sword moves and the sword array blended and changed a lot.

　　Various kendo visions began to appear, there were high mountains and flowing water, there was a sword splitting the sky, and there were mad sweeps of the army...

　　I don't know why White King jumped in front of him, but since White King has that interest, he naturally enjoys being an audience, but he doesn't know if the applause is appropriate.

　　 After half a quarter of an hour.

　　White King's sword dance finally ended.

　　 He seemed a little tired, and his body became illusory, but he was still magnificent, unparalleled in the world, with one hand behind the sword, looking at An Bulang, his voice was majestic and high Avenue: "How?"

　　 An Bulang looked shocked.

how about it?

　　 Is this asking for his opinion?

Thinking of this, An Bulang immediately looked seriously: "White King, your idea of ​​combining sword moves with sword arrays is actually good, and the gain to sword moves is also very good, but the connection between sword moves and sword arrays The blending is still too stiff. To put it simply, it lacks the reconciliation power.

　　 "Once the enemy finds the key node connecting the two and breaks it apart, then not only will you not gain the increase in strength, but you will also be repulsed by your sword formation and fall into a dangerous situation."

"In addition, you have a trick Kendo really like the sunset over the river, but there is no power matching it on the sword array, resulting in the sword array power cannot be reasonably connected with your strength, which greatly increases the instability of the sword array's normal operation. Sex, it is easy to cause a series of chain consequences, suggest changes

"There are also engravings of flying dragons in your sword array, which are too violent. Although combining with sword moves can increase strength, it is easy to hurt your meridians and souls. Here, I suggest you to change the engravings of flying dragons in sword array. Cheng Qianlong's inscriptions or other inscriptions of yin and yang..."

　　An Bulang talked eloquently in front of Bai Wang, his expression was very serious and sincere.

　　White King's faint force gradually solidified, and his expression changed from arrogance to consternation.

　　 This minor repair...

What are you talking about?

　　He wanted to show his best skill of combining his sword skills and sword array, so that the little cultivator in front of him worshiped him in five ways, praised him eloquently, and then begged him to teach the inheritance of array method.

　　 But now, what is this small repair doing?

　　 actually taught him how to use his best skills in a serious way? !

　　Bai Wang feels that his three views have been refreshed.

　　 He listened to An Bulang in such a silly way, until An Bulang finished all his opinions.

　　 "You... do you know what you are saying?" White King didn't know how to be angry, so he stared at An Bulang and spoke with dignity.

　　An Bulang blinked, curiously: "What questions do you have, just ask."

　　 White King's mouth twitched slightly, his heart roared, I want to be your teacher, teach you heritage, not let you be my teacher! !

　　He was about to get angry, somehow, An Bulang's previous words suddenly came to his mind.

　　 Blending bluntness, reconciling power, chaining consequences, revising scripts...

　　 One defect, one suggestion...

　　 White King was said to be ignorant before, and he didn't react for a while.

　　At this time, after carefully pondering, but suddenly found that his own shortcomings and deficiencies, is not exactly what the little monk said in front of him? !

　　Not only that, the other party even came up with some solutions to the defects! !

　　 "You..." Bai Wang's words stuck in his throat, I don't know what to say.

　　 "If you have any questions, please ask." An Bulang said kindly.

　　 In the final analysis, he has no fundamental conflict with the White King. This is the White King's tomb, which is also the White King's home. He came to the White King's tomb. In a sense, he came to the White King's house as a guest, and he was a guest.

　　 Guests, it is necessary to emphasize etiquette.

　　For the owner's request, the guest will also amicably satisfy him.

　　 "Who the **** are you..." Bai Wang thought for a long time before holding back such a sentence.

　　He had wanted to be angry. He was a magnificent white spirit empire, when did he get a little monk here? But after calming down, he found that he couldn't get angry~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is absolutely uncommon to be able to see the defects of his sword moves and sword array and make reasonable suggestions!

　　 "Me? My name is An Bulang, a freshman of Bailing Imperial College." An Bulang didn't change his face.

　　 "Just a student?" Bai Wang looked at An Bulang incredulously, and shook his head after a while, "No... I absolutely don't believe you are an ordinary student."

　　 "I am not ordinary, I am an excellent student." An Bulang nodded.

　　Baiwang took a deep breath, does he mean that?

"An Bulang Daoyou, did you really only see it once and found the flaw in my blend of sword moves and swordsmanship?" The White King dared not regard An Bulang as a junior, but commensurate with his peers. Road.

　　 "Yeah, you didn't show it a second time." An Bulang felt that the White King was nonsense. "Besides, what do you ask me? Isn't it just my opinion? Is my suggestion wrong."

　　White King's heart once again set off stormy waves.

　　 What's wrong, it's just right! !

　　The White King killed countless enemies, met countless days of arrogance and power, and surpassed the famous top powers in the Bailing Empire. The majesty and vision are top-notch, and naturally know that he should face the scene in front of him.

　　 He flew to An Bulang without hesitation, grabbed An Bulang's hand, clasped his hands tightly.

　　 "Senior Bulang!!"

　　 "Are you here to save me?"

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