Nowadays, it seems that the martial arts of the Golden Bell Shield practiced by the Thirteen Taibao is indeed an early magical skill - it is known as the twelve levels of the Golden Bell Shield's magical skill. After completing the twelve levels, one can achieve the indestructible golden body of Buddhism. However, Bailang now also
After knowing that after the eighth level, it is not clear that he may not be able to practice it, which means that his golden bell magic skill is about to end. "You can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves. You don't need to go to the eleventh level to do it now."
Bailang, who was practicing Nan Dou Sheng Quan to break through the golden bell barrier, had already found that he had disappeared. The inner strength is endless, even an innate master can do it, but he can't fight fiercely.
It's just a matter of replenishing it to keep up with the consumption - strong masters replenish their internal energy even more than they consume when fighting, while weak chickens can only replenish a little bit and consume a lot.
Bai Lang is not a weakling, he is already considered a strong one among innates - not every innate master can have such a range of visions before achieving the inner and outer scenes, and it is also the kind of celestial phenomena that can be controlled and fought.
"Golden Bell Shield..." Bai Lang waved his hand and the wind blades danced wildly, slashing towards his body. The Gang Qi reacted, and the wind blades directly collapsed and disappeared. "The iron armor is still there, hahahaha, the golden bell shield magic power is just
It's just a different method, so if you break another level, you should be gone." A patterned Gang Qi appeared on Bai Lang's body, and the white tiger phantom was covered with bronze armor. The golden bell shield has been absorbed by the Nan Dou Holy Fist.
, combined with the Black Tiger Fist and the Tiger Shape True Meaning, the Nandou White Tiger Fist is on the road.
Now that Baihu Fist has just begun to take shape, as Bailang grows, this martial arts will continue to grow. Nan Dou Sheng Quan is such a boxing technique, which is constantly developed according to each person's talent and talent. "In this way, this martial arts
The baboon boss who was entrusted to me... needless to say is very strong. He has been to the Lingshan Mountain. How can he be any less strong? It seems that he is indeed a genius in terms of martial arts."
The more he practiced, the more Bai Lang became fascinated by the baboon. He didn't know when he would be able to achieve such a skill one day - maybe he would not be able to reach that level until his death. But for now, let's practice martial arts first.
Bailang once again put on his bamboo hat and went shopping in the city. This time, for some unknown reason, he turned onto the road to Weiwei's Mansion. He was casually looking at the goods in the shops on both sides of the road.
While he was looking at the brothel that hadn't opened the door yet and was still smelling the aroma that had seeped into the wood, a voice made Bai Lang's heart skip a beat. "Okay, I'll go right away."
This voice was a bit familiar, but also quite unfamiliar. It always felt like it was the voice of someone I knew a long time ago, but I couldn't remember it. Bai Lang raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound - but
He only saw a few back figures walking into the Weiwei Mansion. "Who is it? I must have heard this voice somewhere...but these back figures." The memory of the innate master is still good, Bai Lang is completely
I remember those figures from behind, but they didn't look very familiar to me.
As for the memories before becoming an innate master, they are not so clear. They should be forgotten like ordinary people. Bailang shook his head, still unable to remember which acquaintance this could be - an acquaintance who was not very familiar with him.
The few figures he saw were all guards, and Bai Lang clearly remembered that some of the brands on his waist were silver. "Are you all innate masters like me?"
In the mountain temple, Bailang sat cross-legged on the couch, regulating his breath and nourishing his energy. The innate true energy traveled throughout his body, but the increase was very small. "After all, it is exercise, and the method of practicing meditation and breath adjustment is not suitable for it."
Bailang felt his chest was hot, and knew that he was going to that troublesome adventure hall again.
Sure enough, after losing consciousness for a while, he was already in a large hall. Bailang straightened up and said "Huh?", and he was the only one in the empty hall. "They are all dead in reality?" Bailang muttered.
, but unfortunately the Adventure Hall would not answer his question. Bailang raised his head and looked around - he always felt that the Adventure Hall seemed a little different. Sure enough, he saw damage on the top of the hall. If he looked carefully, he would find that the entire hall was actually
They are all in a situation that is starting to break down.
Just as he was waiting for some mission to appear in the Adventure Hall, the entire hall shook. Then the second and third blows, the hall collapsed in half with a loud sound. The fog outside the hall was rolling, and it was
The invisible force tore it apart and dispersed it. Bai Lang watched as another invisible attack was finally seen after passing through the fog - it was a huge fist. This punch hit the Adventure Hall, and suddenly there were broken stones and wood everywhere.
Flying around.
Bailang hid aside. The power carried by the flying fragments was extremely terrifying. He felt that even his innate golden bell could not stop it. The Adventure Palace was covered with a special kind of power, and Bailang was
You know, with his innate mastery of martial arts, although he has never tried it now, he feels that he can only break a few bricks. "Is someone trying to settle the score with the big guy behind the Adventure Hall? Hahahaha! Beautiful! Well done.
OK! 666!”
Bai Lang happily hid behind to watch the demolished house, but before he could be happy for long, a flower appeared in front of him in a new place.
He still kept hiding behind the bunker, but in front of him was a lively street. People were coming and going and everyone was watching his movements. Bai Lang laughed, touched his head and pretended to leave as if nothing had happened. Others were arrogant.
No one else in Dadi dared to smile much and said that everyone was busy with things to do, so he just let Bai Lang run away like this. "What era is this?" Bai Lang was not sure of the situation, because the street in front of him was obvious at a glance.
It's mainland China, but I really can't tell the age.
"It was the late Qing Dynasty when people shaved their heads. Fake foreigners' hair was normal, but what's up with that bun? There were also disheveled hair, mohawks, slicked back hair, airplane hair, and all kinds of fashionable hairstyles.
Yes, I must be in the film and television city!" Bai Lang's hair, beard and eyebrows were completely inconspicuous among these fancy clothes. Except for his relatively tall height, he "blinded out" everyone.
This kind of situation can usually only be seen in film and television cities. However, the shops on these two sides don't look like props at all. They are really open for business, and Bailang didn't see anything that looked like a camera, a filming track, or a crew.
, "They all live in...?" While walking on the road, Bailang also began to analyze the situation. This is not a movie and television city... but is it The Truman World? It doesn't seem like it.
Bailang saw the traveling officials, dressed in typical Manchu and Qing bureaucratic attire, sitting in sedan chairs and crowding around. And he also saw foreigners, Westerners with red eyebrows and green eyes, dressed in typical 18th-century style.
Ninth-century European dressing up. "It's so interesting... I'm starting to look forward to what kind of 'mission' there will be."
This chapter has been completed!