I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

　　 Two monks, Hua Qingzhu and Gui Wangzong, were stunned for a moment.

　　Click...

　　An Bulang's feet were suddenly caught by slender white hands.

"Please, save me, in the hands of those two people, I will die better than life..." The green bamboo lying on the ground grabbed An Bulang's feet, she was pale and delicate The face is full of begging, and the pitiful appearance is so pitiful.

　　Hua Qingzhu's appearance is very beautiful, plus her own invisible temptation, even more attractive than Ji Hongxue, can score four points in the wave scoring system.

"I know you are also a monk, as long as you promise to save me... I can promise you any request." Hua Qingzhu's tone is soft and soft, with tears of fear in her eyes, sobbing, "I really don't want to fall on their hands... "

　　 "I don't want to fall on their hands? Then I have a way." An Bulang nodded.

　　Hua Qingzhu's face appeared with hope.

　　 An Bulang suddenly burst into an extremely terrifying momentum, a gleaming golden light bloomed in his palm, pressed against the flower green bamboo!

　　 Aura surged, golden giant palms condensed in the sky, five fingers bent slightly, as if tearing the dragon claws of the void, there was a dragon sound that frightened the soul.

　　 This is the Tianlong palm created by An Bulang in the colorful dragon lake after watching the real dragon roaming for nine days.

　　 palm fell and the dragon came out, the dragon mighty endless.

　　 "No...!!!" Hua Qingzhu's body shivered in horror, shouting in horror, before she had time to do anything, the golden giant palm was already photographed on her body, the energy carrying the dragon's roar exploded in an instant.

　　 Ao! !

　　 Bang!

　　 The earth shattered and burst.

　　 During the golden shock, the ground with a radius of 100 meters went down.

　　 In the center of the sunken ground, the green bamboo in front of An Bulang has been crushed into flesh by terrible energy.

　　An Bulang looked indifferently: "In order to avoid you falling into their devil's claws, can I kill you first?"

　　The two ghost monks who were rushing with a grinning smile, the fierce look at the moment froze on their faces, stopped their bodies, and their legs shivered a little.

　　What's going on? This is not the same as saying good! !

　　 They were dumbfounded for a few seconds and then turned around and ran, faster than when chasing flowers and bamboos.

　　An Bulang condenses his energy into a sword. With one wave of his hand, the flying sword penetrates the two monks, strangling each other's vitality.

　　 "Two monks with eight metaphysical bodies, chasing a monk with seven spirits, what about cheating?"

　　 He shook his head and turned to leave, as if he had just done a little big thing.

This woman, known as the Tianxiangzonghuaqingzhu, is a monk with a nine-fold mysterious body. In fact, it is a pseudo-decoration with a more advanced secret method. Deceived by her.

　　 But what she didn't know was that An Bulang had Liu Liyang Hitomi and had the ability to see through the disguise!

　　 Even if he is a monk in Tianyuan Realm, he can't pretend to be in front of him. If a monk who accepts the spirit realm wants to pretend in front of him?

　　 A strong man disguised as a cultivation base, although his body was weakly poisoned, he slowly accumulated extremely virulent power in his body, waiting to burst out in a flash. Adding up all the characteristics, the identity of the other party is ready to come out.

　　 "Want to overcast you Langpa? Sorry, you are still tender."

　　 "But the people in the other bank are really annoying...I should also find an opportunity to visit the house once."

　　An Bulang sighed softly, carrying a box of spirit stones, and continued on his way back to the palace.

　　At the moment, behind the woods hundreds of meters away in the battlefield.

　　 a shadow slowly emerged.

　　 It was a brawny man covered in animal skin and covered with metallic luster.

　　Hamming has a fierce air on his face, but his huge body can't help shaking.

　　 "Fuck Fuck Fuck! Suzaku was even seconds!!" The strong man was cold sweating.

　　 He is a veteran of the White Tiger. He is the strongest killer except the King of Sky Ghost, and he has the cultivation skills of Na Ling Jiu Zhong.

　　The king of the other bank, the Ghost King, to ensure that the task is foolproof, after careful consideration, even the strongest killer, Bai Hu, the veteran, was also sent to cooperate with Suzaku's actions.

　　 But now, the strongest killer has panicked and wants to run home immediately.

　　 Where is this an ordinary Naling monk?

　　 Monster, the existence he faces is definitely a monster! !

　　Suzaku veteran can't even resist, he was caught in seconds. How strong was the opponent's strength?

　　 Baihu suddenly felt distressed from the elder Suzaku.

　　Suzaku said when she was performing her mission that beauty was a deadly weapon, and she was confident that she could destroy the other party with minimal effort. Even if the other party is the strong player of Na Ling Jiu Zhong, Huang Quan will definitely die in her hands.

　　 Suzaku's assassination process is indeed very delicate, whether it is the scene setting of the hero to save the beauty, or the choice of actors, are impeccable.

　　 She is very similar to Tian Xiangzong's flower and green bamboo, and looks like that. After disguising her breath, even the white tiger can't see through her true cultivation behavior. Even the two monks they found were also brainwashed dead men. They really thought they were chasing the flowers and bamboos, and they could do whatever they wanted after they were caught.

　　 All preparations are flawless.

　　 is waiting for the hero of An Bulang to save the beauty.

　　 Then, An Bulang slapped the beautiful woman to death...

　　 also has a good name, in order to avoid gangsters infringing ~www.readwn.com~ to kill him in advance...

　　 "The devil... He is not only a monster, but also a devil!" White Tiger trembled.

　　An Bulang carried the spirit stone back to the palace.

　　 Two sisters, Ji Hongxue and Ji Yinyin, found An Bulang coming back and ran out excitedly to greet her.

　　 "No wave, it looks like you harvested a lot." Ji Hongxue smiled when she saw the box behind An Bulang.

　　 "Master! Yin Yin misses you so much!" Ji Yin Yin was in a slender figure, wearing a princess dress, wearing a cloud-like veil, like a swallow's arms, and hugged An Anlang.

An Bulang couldn't dodge, felt the tenderness of his arms like jade, and smelled a fragrant wind. He immediately pushed away Ji Yinyin and said in a straight voice: "Bold! In the broad daylight, how dare to take the advantage of being a teacher. What system?!"

　　 Ji Yinyin tilted his head, his clear and bright eyes bent into a crescent moon, and said with a smile: "The child knows the wrong, ask the master to punish, whatever is fine. Yes, you can do any punishment to Yinyin..."

　　 said the girl, still carrying her hands behind her back, and before her body slightly explored, her pink lips fluttered lightly and she exhaled like blue.

　　 The gas was like a gentle wind blowing on the teenager's face.

　　 "Ji Yinyin, I teach you the yin and yang feathering tips, are you using this place?" An Bulang felt that Ji Yinyin's aura brought the mist from his mouth, his head was big, and he couldn't bear the little goblin.

　　 "Eh, what people learn to use..." Ji Yinyin puckered her pink mouth, her eyes were clear and clear, her face was innocent and wronged looking at An Bulang, and the girl felt full of emotion.

　　 From a certain point of view, the temptation of Ji Yinyin is much stronger than that of the red dress woman who was beaten to death by An Bulang before.

　　 In the final analysis, An Bulang is still a fledgling teenager......