I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Samsung fate?"

Luo Zhanhu couldn't help shaking his head, and the talent of God's Destiny went one star day by day, one star higher, which meant that the talent had entered another level.

Even if he had confidence in his baby girl, he did not dare to imagine that Luo Shuihan could reach that level.

Moreover, even if the talent of the gods is as high as three stars, if you want to push it to great success, you still need an extremely large amount of resources——

From awakening to true maturity, the life of God can be roughly divided into four realms: Xiao Cheng, Zhong Cheng, Da Cheng, and Consummation. This point, even the Jiuxing Divine Life is no exception!

The core disciple of "Meng Wuchen" might have another chance. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Sirius Academy alone to afford such a contribution.

"You don't want to belittle yourself. With your little girl's age, the power of divine life can reach the current strength, which is enough to prove her talent."

Zong Haoyang said, "In the history of Blue City, she is afraid that she is the strongest person with the most talented destiny!"

When he said that "the talent of God's fate is the strongest", Yu Baiwei glanced at his granddaughter subconsciously, revealing a strange expression that was both headache and pride.

...

In the next few days, Yang Lie was immersed in cultivation practice, constantly pondering the newly realized Yuxing artistic conception——

"Shoo! Shoo!"

With a flick of your fingers, the invisible waves gather in your palm, and a small sword takes shape quickly. Soon, thirteen sword shadows emerged, forming an array in the void, and the tyrannical aura condensed on the sword.

Unlike last time, this time Jian Ying looked at it with naked eyes, and there was a feeling of boundlessness and vastness. It seems that they are no longer virtual objects, but stars that nurture everything.

Unfortunately, these stars are very fragile, like a candle in the wind, with dim light.

"call!"

Yang Lie breathed a sigh of relief, the sword shadow in his palm slowly disappeared, and a look of regret passed across his eyes: It still doesn't work, the perception of the lower artistic conception is indeed dozens of times more difficult than the basic artistic conception, even though I have understood the prototype, but want to make it Deduction to Dacheng is also extremely difficult.

He could feel that he had not accurately grasped the essence of Yuxing Swordsmanship, that is, the profound meaning of heaven and earth contained in it. Otherwise, the power of using Yuxing's artistic conception will increase more than ten times!

It's a pity that the sentiment seems to have entered a certain bottleneck. It takes a certain chance to break through and cannot rely solely on penance.

"Fine, take your time."

Yang Lie slowly got up, and subconsciously looked not far away.

Sensing the expression in his eyes, Luo Shuihan turned his head like a frightened deer, and he was in a hurry for a while.

She received Yang Lie's guidance, and she has fully comprehended the cracking cloud artistic conception, and is now working hard to combine the spiritual inner force and the artistic conception force. Once successful, it is the threshold to truly enter the Vientiane Realm!

It's a pity that there is another object around her that distracts her from time to time, and the effect of her practice is really not good.

On the other side, on a tall white joe tree, a pretty figure was lying on a branch, leisurely took out a handful of nuts and threw them into the mouth, biting "cackling".

From time to time, a contented sigh came from her mouth.

There is no doubt that this is Yu Ruoruo.

The poor Fish City Lord wanted to let his granddaughter stay in the training camp, so he could accept some of Yang Lie's influence and give birth to a heart to work hard. But now it seems that this painstaking effort is undoubtedly wasted.

Time flies quickly in calm and no waves, and in a blink of an eye, the trial period has come.

Zong Haoyang brought the news that the entrance trial of Sirius Academy was arranged in a place called "No Regrets" outside the Senyue Mountains.

No regrets?

Yang Lie's eyes were vague, as if he could penetrate the sky to see the depths of nothingness: As long as I pass this entrance trial, I can officially enter the Sirius Academy! The Sirius Academy created by the realm kings!

Dad, mother, I don’t know, who made us separate, and what kind of power forced us to stay out of each other for 14 years.

But no matter who it is, I will have to pay for it!

Pay the due price for their fault!

...

No regrets collar.

This place is about three hundred miles away from the blue city, and ordinary Ju Yuan realm warriors rush to the road with all their strength, and it takes half a day.

Fortunately, Luo Zhanhu brought six-headed Shenjun's "Red-eyed Flying Eagle" early. This is a sixth-level monster with a body length of five meters in adulthood and a wide back muscle.

It can carry up to two adults flying, with an average speed of about two feet per second, which is considered a true thousand-mile speed. However, it's irritable temperament is difficult to be tamed, and it needs to be carefully raised in normal times. The resources consumed at one end are equivalent to two six-layer warriors in the Juyuan realm!

Therefore, with the net worth of the Demon Hunting Corps, it can only raise six heads.

Riding on the back of a red-eyed flying eagle, underneath his body is a thousand mountains winding like a giant python lying prone on the ground. What I can see from the extreme eye is full of uncertain clouds, changing the world.

"expensive!"

Yang Lie couldn't help standing up and screamed into the distance. He is now full of internal strength, and the sound of howling contains strong energy. He spit out a long arrow no less than a crossbow, breaking through a long gully in front of the cloud.

Youthful spirit, fierce flying!

Luo Zhanhu and others smiled at each other, Zong Haoyang turned around and said, "Prepare to land, it's almost there."

As the red-eyed flying eagle descended, one could vaguely see a stone forest below, with two towering stone gates on the southernmost side, as if they had been broken open by a knife.

"Boom! Boom!"

The red-eyed flying eagle fell, blowing up clouds of dust and smoke.

"Hey! Captain Luo is really big-handed. He used six red-eyed flying eagles in a row to drive on. It is very difficult for my Ling family to borrow one!"

A bunch of people gathered here early. Most of them were an old man and a young man. There were ten people in total. These young people are the people who have obtained the trial quota, and they are all the arrogances of the blue city.

Before coming, Yang Lie knew that they belonged to the five big families of Qinglan City——

Ling, Ouyang, Chen, Lu, and Nie, these five are listed as the eight powers alongside the Haoyang Training Camp, the City Lord’s Mansion, and the Demon Hunter Corps!

Each of them has a Vientiane Realm powerhouse who sits in town, and the background is stronger than Feng's family.

At this moment, the talking is an old man in a green shirt. He has a fair-faced appearance, and he is playing with a jade jue in his hand, and he can see a little handsome and romantic when he was young.

He is the head of the Ling family, "Ling Master".

"Haha, old man Ling, what you said is so unreasonable."

Luo Zhanhu laughed and pointed to the monster beast that looked like a horse like a lion on the side of the stone forest, and had hoof like a cloud. "These'yunteng beasts' you raise in the Ling family can run for three thousand miles a day, but they are incredible treasures. , How can the red-eyed flying eagles of our demon hunting army get into your Ling family's magic eyes? Don't make me happy."

Although in the face of foreign enemies, the eight major forces are in unison. But usually, they fight against each other in secret.

Master Ling couldn't help but "hum". Although Yunteng Beast is very fast, it needs to travel through mountains and forests on this road. There are a lot of poisonous insects and miasma on the road. How can it be worth riding a red-eyed flying eagle high in the sky? Come comfortably?

"Leader Luo also makes sense. Although it is eye-catching to fly into the sky, the creed of my Ling family is still down-to-earth and climb higher."

As he said, he glanced at Yang Lie behind a few people intentionally or unintentionally, and walked away.

Yang Lie could feel that whether it was Master Ling, the heads of other families, or even the young Junyan beside them, his eyes were full of hostility!

He couldn't help rubbing his nose: Did the young master grow a mocking face? Is it just so unwelcome?

"Recently, you first made a big trouble in Suxin Pavilion, and then killed the old man of the Feng Family. Your name has spread throughout Qinglan City. People with good deeds call you the'first genius', which really stole their limelight." Luo Shuihan explained it funny.

Yang Lie was speechless.

Watching them laugh and Yan Yan's intimate attitude, a black-clothed youth who followed Ling Shangren's face sank, and a ray of jealousy flashed through his eyes!

His name is "Ling Haojian", he is twenty-two years old, and his strength is the pinnacle of the Ju Yuan realm. In addition, he possesses the "burning blood warfare" secretly passed down by the Ling family, and it is rumored that the actual combat power has reached the half-step Vientiane state!

Before Yang Lie turned out to be born, he was the veritable first genius of Qinglan City. More importantly, he fell in love with Luo Shuihan and had pursued it several times in secret.

It's a pity that Luo Shuihan never shows off to him.

I thought it was just a thin-skinned girl, not that she had no good feelings for herself. But now seeing Luo Shuihan's attitude towards Yang Lie, he had never shown himself sweet and greasy before, Ling Haojian couldn't help but ignite a fire of jealousy!

"Bah! What is it! I don't know what kind of shit, and the civilian **** that pops up, dare to mix into our Tianjiao with a cheeky?" Ouyang family Tianjiao "Ouyang Fei", born extremely thin and wearing a blue turban, disdains typical.

"Big Brother Ling, I've said that Luo Shuihan's little girl is not worthy of your liking, so you should treat her as a treasure. Now you can see it clearly? Huh, a beautiful girl!" Chen Jia Tianjiao "Chen Aoxue" is a woman. She has always admired Ling Haojian, but now she has a chance to defame her desperately.

Although Nie's "Nie You" and Lu's "Lu Jiebo" did not speak, their expressions clearly wrote in agreement. It would be okay if Yang Lie came from the eight major forces, but he was a commoner, but now he is in the same camp with them!

This makes them all feel extremely humiliated: We occupy more resources than you, and now are the same as you. Doesn't it mean that we are not as talented as you?

A genius and proud, no one wants to admit it!

"The inspection has brought adults here, don't talk!" Suddenly, the head of the Ling family "Ling Master" said solemnly.

There was a piercing sound, and a black cloud flew over. It gradually approached, revealing the true face of the cloud. It was actually a dozen huge flying monsters that were huge, a circle larger than the red-eyed flying eagle.

They have sturdy limbs, and the pads on their claws show a golden iron color. The black body was slender like a lion and leopard, with short hairs glowing softly in the sun.

"Golden Claw Lion!"

The Patriarch of the Ling family sighed, "A golden-clawed lion can tear ten red-eyed flying eagles at four times faster than it! Tsk tsk, it's such a big deal."

He deliberately said loudly, obviously to Luo Zhanhu.

Luo Zhanhu did not speak. Although the Demon Hunting Corps was also very powerful, it was undoubtedly the light of the fireflies compared to the Sirius Academy. He knew the gap between them, and naturally there was no frustration.

"Look, what is that?"

Suddenly, a cry of exclamation sounded.

Following the reputation, everyone was shocked!