"The catalog of peerless martial arts... Why am I so familiar with this?" Bai Lang muttered, and didn't care about the departure of Wei Wei, and went through the catalog by himself. It was a big book, but when he opened it, two-thirds of it was martial arts that were no different from his Black Tiger Fist... Think about it, isn't this kind of martial arts the easiest to get? And the exchange of these martial arts is also quite cheap.

Bai Lang turned to the back, and there were indeed many practical and excellent martial arts behind him, but there were not many internal skills used to build foundations, and the martial arts that could directly reach the innate level are even more vague. After turning back, I finally found the innate and innate martial arts - but not to mention the exchange price, there are even requirements for the exchange identity, and in other words, these martial arts seem to be not suitable for him in Bai Lang's opinion.

"This is equivalent to abolishing the Thirteenth Taibao's Golden Bell Cover? This martial art can be directly promoted to the innate level, and it will not be worth it if it is directly transformed into other martial arts. However, these innate martial arts used for combat are good! But why are almost all sword techniques and palm fingering techniques, and there are not many more powerful martial arts..." Bai Lang was not sure how good he was about sword techniques.

But this is a long time later. Just looking at the exchange conditions and prices, Bai Lang doesn't think he can get it. "It's just a mercenary bounty hunter. I'm just thinking too much about redeeming the martial arts behind it!" Bai Lang is now difficult to exchange the martial arts in front, so let's not mention anything else. "It's probably just exchanged to the outside world... I'm afraid that the true secret martial arts will not be like this."

Bai Lang knew that there must be some mystery in this, but he thought it was quite reasonable - martial arts that really belonged to major sects and major families, how could you learn it in this place? "But I actually have golden fingers!" Bai Lang thought to himself, and he closed the catalog and walked out of the room. The guard outside the door was waiting for him quietly, and Bai Lang grinned, "Things are good things, but you can't afford to exchange them without money. Hahaha."

"I really don't know how poor I am if I don't come here... Oh, ah, gentleman is poor." Bai Lang sighed and went out by himself. When he returned to the mountain temple, Bai Lang put down the load he was carrying - it was full of household goods. Anyway, he had already entered the inner city of Jicheng, so he should take this opportunity to buy some things he wanted, and then buy an iron stick to carry it back.

Anyway, Bai Lang has now practiced the Thirteenth Taibao Heng to practice his magical power, and it is no problem to come back with two loads of "small hills". After the back hall is arranged, it can finally be like a normal place to live. After putting the things on, Bai Lang felt a heat in his chest, "Why is this thing like a death-hunting ghost? How long has it been last time? Shouldn't it be at least half a year after a year? Is it going like this? Is it raising a master or playing games like this?"

The next moment, Bai Lang's head flashed in his chest, and others had already stood in the Adventure Hall. Others also appeared at the same time, and they all looked pretty good. Bai Lang looked at Mu Ronghua and the others, "Yeah, I haven't seen each other for a while. How about it? Have you practiced your skills?" He didn't say that he had entered the innate world, but he could see that others had not entered the innate world - it was just a short kick.

Before they could greet each other, the adventure hall had already jumped out of light, "It seems that it has changed again. The special effects of 50 cents follow the rules that change at any time - is this really a bad script made by the inequality crew and screenwriter?" Bai Lang murmured and stood in the light column.

The next moment they were already standing on an extremely majestic mountain. Looking down, there was an endless sea of ​​clouds, and looking up, there was a golden light that could not see the peak mountain. This mountain was so huge that the platforms on the mountain they were standing were almost as big as the city - it was a city like Jicheng, a city with a population of millions. The mountain was extremely full of spiritual energy, and by breathing, you could feel like you had inhaled jelly - but you couldn't choke. Instead, the endless spiritual energy flowed through the meridians, making you look like you were ecstatic.

"Martial arts are improving!" Mu Ronghua said happily, "The skill is increasing rapidly, hahahaha!" Bai Lang just smiled at this, not going to expose his illusion - his skill is indeed improving, but these are all created by spiritual energy, which is like the illusion on the light. If you really want to use it, it is actually useless and unhelpful. It is better to breathe and absorb and practice the exercises here - at least the progress will be much faster than in other places.

When the clouds and mist surround them, fonts also appeared, "Life, live until you reach the peak and persist for twelve hours." Bai Lang smiled immediately, "This loophole..." Ma Rulong also smiled, "If we wait slowly and walk three steps to practice for an hour, wouldn't it be possible to do this..." Of course, there was no such good thing. As soon as he said, the font immediately added, "At the peak of the mountain in a limited twelve hours!"

"The grass-roots team!" Bai Lang laughed and scolded. There was no doubt that the adventure hall was a grass-roots team! There were stairs to go up the mountain, and the golden and jade carvings were extremely luxurious. However, the mountain was a little quiet, as if no animals were seen? Bai Lang and the others walked along the stairs, and they were quietly along the way. However, when they turned a valley, everyone suddenly felt as if they were hit hard, and they all stopped and their mouths and noses were bleeding - except for the golden bell cover on Bai Lang's body flashing "clang" with a long bell sound.

It was not a heavy blow, but it caused serious damage to them. The white wave's golden bell cover had cracks, and all this was just a crane lying in front of him, dozens of feet long. The crane seemed to have died, its neck was broken, and blood flowed out of its mouth in golden color. Even the crane had a scattered momentum, and its dispersed aura could make it weak and give these people a heavy blow.

"It's more than a hundred feet away, but you can actually have such power?" Bai Lang murmured, while the others were already sitting cross-legged and healing their wounds, and took pills. "If you are prepared, you can get closer. After all, this is just the residual momentum left by dead objects. But it can be like this even if you die. How strong should you be when you are alive? At least, it's not good enough to be a strong man who can make his own world inside and outside."

I'm afraid it's even above...

Fortunately, these people were not seriously injured, after all, they were dead objects. The healing rate was quite fast, and if you pay careful attention, you would not be injured again. Speaking of which, the concentration of spiritual energy here greatly increased the momentum of the dead object, it was quite beneficial for healing. Bai Lang took the lead, and others followed behind and gradually approached the crane. "It's really big! Is there such a big crane?" Bai Lang asked.

"Under normal circumstances, there is no such thing, but if it is a monster or a alien species of cultivation, it is hard to say..." Murong Jiuxiu said.
Chapter completed!