I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

Yang Lie's expression was stunned, as if looking at a beaming clown.

Feng Changjue's face trembled rapidly. When he saw Yang Lie turn around, he suddenly grabbed the dragon blood gun on the ground and pierced his heart, with a crazy flame rising in his eyes: "You die! "

"what!"

The sudden change occurred, and there were exclamations.

Yang Lie seemed to have expected it, his body turned sharply, and he split his leg: "Garbage!"

Split Cloud Legs!

"boom!"

Feng Changjue's right hand was directly severed, and the Dragon Blood Spear rolled down and flew out with a howl.

This blow, Yang Lie only used the perfect power, did not display the "Cracking Cloud Artistic Conception", but it was not what the seriously injured Feng Changjue could resist.

The incident happened suddenly, and no one expected this scene to happen. From Feng Changjue's shameless sneak attack to Yang Lie's splitting, everything happened extremely fast.

In the end, Feng Changjue ended up crippled for a lifetime.

"Bold! Dare to commit murder in the training camp!"

"The student seriously injured the instructor, this is the following crime! Have you forgotten the respect for the teacher taught by the training camp?"

Suddenly, a dozen instructors quickly jumped onto the ring and surrounded Yang Lie with anger.

"Heh, respect the teacher?"

Yang Lie sneered: "The Haoyang training camp is based on martial arts and moral education! He has a long-standing style to protect the younger generation and oppress the common people. This is called'no virtue'! In the graduation assessment, using power for personal gain and secretly linking up is called'no way'! It is'shameless' to make a sneak attack against defeat without knowing how to stop!"

"I, Yang Lie, respect the true teaching, not such a shameless person!"

Sound shocked the audience!

At this moment, the young man in the Xuanpao robe was hunting, his whole body seemed to be exuding a dazzling light, and his sharp energy went straight into the sky.

"Yes! Brother Yang Lie made an appearance for our civilian students, why should we be deliberately targeted?"

"I have never temporarily joined the test. Why should I have it this year? Brother Yang Lie is not the first, who deserves the first?"

Everyone has a steel scale in their hearts. The civilian students in the square account for 90%. Most of them have heard about Yang Lie's three-fisted blows.

For a time, the crowd was raging.

"Huh! Are you going to rebel?"

A middle-aged instructor with a scarfaced face sneered coldly, "Rights and wrongs have their own training camp rulings, where is your turn to be presumptuous!? Yang Lie, let us go to the confinement room. This training camp will naturally give you justice. "

"You have a good talent, don't make mistakes! Now give up the resistance honestly and follow us, and there will be good results. Otherwise, if you violate the majesty of the training camp, no one can protect you." Another instructor was silent. Come to the ground.

There were thirteen instructors surrounding Yang Lie. They came from different origins, but they were recruited by the Feng Family one after another, and they practiced a combined attack in secret.

Thirteen Juyuan Sixth-tier powerhouses surrounded, and the aura lingered and locked in a ten-meter-square-meter space, covering Yang Lie heavily!

At this moment, a young man dressed as a civilian hurried over in the audience. He looked around and finally found Yang Lie on the No. 1 platform. He immediately shouted: "Alie, your little sister was forcibly taken into custody by Su Xin Ge , Is under trial, you go! Going late, Xiao Yuer will be beaten to death by them!"

Little girl! ?

Yang Lie's expression changed abruptly. If he was a little bit angry when he was surrounded, he is now angry! Terrible anger!

As he turned around, Yang Lie's cheek muscles tightened and he shot forward: "Get out of the way!"

"You are not allowed to leave until we have convicted you!"

The thirteen instructors all shot together, and the right arm raised a bunch of sword lights into the sky, intertwined into a net, covering the sky and the earth——

Feng Family Secret, Tian Luo Sword Killing Array!

With a radius of ten feet, even if Yang Lie had a "prototype of phantom body and artistic conception," he couldn't directly break through.

Take it in! On trial! Kill!

These words kept echoing, thinking of the well-behaved and sensible little girl, Yang Lie was anxious! A layer of blood-deep light surged, Yang Lie stamped his right foot and cried out, "Come on!"

"Zheng!"

The dragon blood gun shook on the ground, and the bullet flew into the air.

Yang Lie kept in shape, grabbed the spear with his right hand, and swiped it violently: "Give me all--get out!"

"Boom!"

A star-like spear light emerged, and the invisible force was surging and tearing the void.

Perfect-level Yuxing Swordsmanship! Full of collapsed artistic conception!

"what?"

The besieging instructor was shocked, and what seemed to be rushing in front of him was not a young man in a mysterious robe, but a wild beast. Several feet away, the air has become thick and stagnant like a swamp, and invisible forces are rising wildly.

"what!"

The muffled hum sounded almost at the same time, and a gap was torn through Tianluo Sword Killing Zhensheng, and Yang Lie's figure shot away!

"Damn! Don't let him escape, notify the law enforcement team! Fully pursue it!"

The Scarface instructor was anxious and frustrated, and there was a hint of panic in his expression: the thirteen six-tier powerhouses could not stop him with a formation.

Given time, who else will Qinglancheng be his opponent?

No, never let him live!

Law enforcement team?

Instructor Tu Feixiong's face was pale. This law enforcement team was taught by the principal "Zong Haoyang". Although there were only 36 people, there were only eight of the six strongest.

However, their teamwork is enough to kill all the instructors on the first ring!

"What to do? What to do? Even if Yang Lie is talented, he will never be able to fight the law enforcement team."

Tu Feixion was anxious, sweating coldly.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​consciousness flashed: "Yes! Principal! Only the principal can stop them." He braced his seriously injured body, clenched the record crystal tightly, and ran to the principal's office frantically.

...

Training camp principal's room.

The middle-aged person sitting in the middle looks like a middle-aged person, but with a silver head and long beards under his jaw, he is elegant and graceful. It is the highest leader of the Haoyang training camp, "Zong Haoyang", a strong man in the Vientiane Realm.

"Today is the graduation assessment of the training camp, you, the principal, are hiding here!"

Sitting across from him was a short and fat old man who looked quite happy, with a round face with a small beard turned upwards, and a little braid tied with a red string on his head.

Next to him was a girl about fourteen or five years old. She was born with a little fat baby, with big gleaming eyes, and there was always a confused expression on her face, as if she was not awake.

People who are not familiar would never think that this old man is the "Yu Baiwei", the lord of the blue city. The girl is his granddaughter "Yoruoruo".

"What's so beautiful? After so many years, I haven't been able to find a good seedling qualified to attack the Vientiane Realm." Zong Haoyang shook his head and sighed.

Bang!

At this moment, Tu Feixiong gasped and rammed in directly: "School, principal, please save Yang Lie!"

Before he could explain, he directly urged the crystal ball in his hand, and the pictures on the graduation examination quickly flowed by.

"The prototype of the phantom mood? The complete collapse of the mood? Genius, this is the real top genius! Such a genius, you, you dare to make things difficult? Still besieging? Bastard! A bunch of bastards!"

The more Yu Baiwei looked at, his eyes became rounder, and his body trembled with anger.

"Suxin Pavilion! Feng Family!"

Zong Haoyang's robes burst sharply, and endless suffocation burst into his eyes, "If you dare to touch a hair of my disciple, I want you to be buried in the whole pavilion!"

Boom!

A dazzling electric light package, he soared into the sky, hit the roof directly, and shot towards the inner city.

Yu Baiwei slapped his chubby forehead suddenly, and said, "No, go and get a kick. How can such a genius not enter our City Lord's Mansion?"

"Ruoruo, let's go quickly, grandpa brought that kid to the City Lord's Mansion to be your husband!"

Yu Ruoruo's mosquito-repellent incense circled her eyes and was dragged off by her grandfather, the old naughty boy.

...

It was almost noon, the hunting demon pavilion.

Luo Shuihan waited anxiously. Today is the time to make an appointment with Yang Lie. Whether you can comprehend a bit of cloud artistic conception and gain a glimpse of the Vientiane Realm, the hope is all on that young man!

Uncle Lin next to him smiled, he was about to make a joke, suddenly his expression changed!

"Uncle Lin, what's the matter?" Luo Shuihan asked suspiciously.

Uncle Lin moved his eyes away from the Demon Hunting Token in his palm, a layer of evil spirit was enveloped on his face, and he spit out: Yang Shaoxia, in Suxin Pavilion! "

"what!?"

Luo Shuihan Liu's eyebrows were erected, and he smashed the training doll next to him with a palm, "Blind their dog eyes! Order the people in the pavilion, I want to see what Suxin Pavilion is eating! "

With an order, one hundred and twenty warriors from the Demon Hunting Pavilion moved all the way!