I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

The giant battle dome in the inner courtyard of the Bailing Imperial College is an extremely wide circular battlefield made of special white bricks. It is said that the special white brick can even withstand Tianyuan level attacks, which can become a dedicated battle dome for students.

　　 Today, there are two hundred students gathered here.

　　 are the students in Class 10 and Class 4, respectively.

　　 They are all classmates who come to participate in the actual survival class, and they also have the same mentor, that is the gold-coat mentor Darkwood! !

　　 A small figure depicting a color totem, a puppet like a child made of some metal material, dressed in gold, sitting in the center of the battle dome, smiling at An Bulang and others.

　　An Bulang was goosebumps who were laughed up by the child.

Xiao Ye, a classmate who was exceptionally "excellent" in the assessment, was not spared. He couldn't help but hug himself and muttered to himself: "What's going on? Why do I always feel cold all over the body? Why do I always Feel the teacher staring at me?"

　　An Bulang glanced sympathetically at the uninformed person.

　　 "Brother Lang, do you know anything?" Jin Yuexi secretly transmitted a voice to An Bulang.

　　 "Ah? What do you know?" An Bulang said confused and confused.

　　 Jin Yuexi looked at the teenager beside him, and then looked at the child puppet who kept smiling at her. He always felt that something was wrong, and he seemed to have overlooked something.

　　 "Good classmates, after the freshmen, introduce yourself first... I am the dark mentor of actual survival..." The puppet child began to speak with a kind of emotionless doll sound.

"It's not about fighting, it's about survival," Darkwood said, turning his eyes to two of the 200 classmates. He said, "The battle will not be smooth, and you will often encounter stronger than yourself. The existence of ... in the face of self-existence, how to hold on, how to hold on to a turning point, is also a skill we must learn..."

　　 "Below, I invite two very representative classmates to come and fight, and let them demonstrate how to support in front of a stronger opponent..."

　　 "An Bulang, Wang Qingzhu, you come up to show you."

　　The words of the dark wood tutor suddenly let the students on the field whisper.

　　An Bu Lang is the most dazzling and hottest existence in the new life. And Wang Qingzhu is not bad, he is the top Tianjiao of the Wang family, and also the first freshman ten years ago!

　　 A handsome young man dressed in bamboo leaves embellished with a robe, strode towards the crowd, walked to the center of the battle dome, bowed to the dark wood tutor, and then looked at An Bulang.

　　An Bulang walked out daringly.

　　Ma egg, started targeting me so soon?

　　 without any relief?

　　 Although An Bulang also began to walk towards the dojo, the students all found An Bulang's hesitation.

　　 The students felt that it was An Bulang who was a little scared.

　　 "Isn't this freshman the first person who is very good?

"Nonsense, what Wang Qingzhu said was also the number one freshman ten years ago, and the realm was much higher than An Bulang. No matter how crazy An Bulang is, in the final analysis, he is also a monk who is satisfied with the spirit of the sixfold, facing the pressure of Wang Qingzhu. Can't it be..."

　　 "The main reason is that I was too crazy a few days ago. If I was beaten up today, would I not be able to pass my face?"

　　 classmates have started private discussions, but the dark wood is showing a kind smile.

"Wang Qingzhu is the leader of the fourth class, cultivated as Na Ling Jiuzhong. An Bulang is the most famous freshman since the establishment of the inner courtyard, and his cultivation performance is not bad, but he is the genius of Na Ling Liu Zhong! Appropriate, you can show everyone how to resist and delay the time when you compare your strong opponent!"

　　 "The test time is ten minutes, if the other party can hold for ten minutes, then it is judged as winning!"

　　 Wang Qingzhu glanced at the dark wood tutor, and they all saw a smile in the other person's eyes.

　　 Ten minutes... Enough lesson!

　　 Must beat An Bulang to the point that he doesn't even recognize his mother! !

"Student An Bulang, please enlighten me!" Wang Qingzhu took out a bamboo from the Nahua ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is not an ordinary bamboo, but an ordinary magic weapon, green jade bamboo, which can be easily broken Steel!

He is a member of the Wang Meng, and naturally received instructions from Bai Li. He must give this unknowingly thick guy an unforgettable lesson. He must be beaten fiercely. He must be beaten to the ground, begging for mercy, and showing his foreign appearance. If there is no peace, there will be no face and continue to go crazy in the inner courtyard!

　　An Bulang thought about it for a while, and took out a magic weapon from the order, dripping blood spike.

　　 The mace is extremely thick, and the body is covered with long scarlet spikes, like blood dripping.

　　 This horrible appearance makes all the students take a breath. Will it hurt if you accidentally hit it?

　　 Even Wang Qingzhu saw this thing, and could not help smoking at the corner of his mouth.

　　 However, he soon came to a slack, something terrifying in appearance, just the obvious, he could easily escape with a smart body, and then dunked against the head of An Bulang with green jade bamboo!

　　An Bulang held the mace slightly and saluted: "Senior Wang Qingzhu, please enlighten me!"

Jiang Muqing stood in the crowd of classmates, looking at the two people who were going to start work, and said with a worried face: "Yin Yin...... An Bulang, will he be okay? Heard that Wang Qingzhu is Wang Meng's person, will he be hurt? Was Wang Qingzhu beaten?"

　　 Ji Yinyin shook his head: "I'm worried now that the mace is too brutal, and the senior can't stand it..."

　　 Jiang Muqing: "???