The Thirteen Taibao practiced the martial arts of the Golden Bell Cover in a horizontal manner. In today's opinion, it was indeed an early magical skill - known as the twelve levels of the Golden Bell Cover. If you break the twelve levels of the Buddhist sect, you can achieve the indestructible golden body of the Buddhist sect. However, Bai Lang now knows that after the eighth level, he may not be able to practice it. In other words, his Golden Bell Cover magical skill is about to end. "You can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves, and you can do it now without going to the eleventh level."

Bai Lang, such as the cover, had already found that he had disappeared when he practiced the Nandou Holy Fist and broke the Golden Bell Cover level. The internal force was endless, and even an innate master could do it. It was just whether he could supplement and keep up with the consumption during fierce battles. When a powerful master fought, the internal force was even greater than the consumption. The weak chicken could only replenish a little bit, which consumed a lot of the earth.

Bai Lang is not a weak chicken, he can be regarded as a strong man in the innate world - not every innate master can have such a vision before he achieves internal scenes and external appearances, and it is also the kind of astronomical phenomena that can control and fight.

"Golden Bell Cover" Bai Lang waved his hand and the wind blade danced randomly and slashed towards his body. The Qi was shocked, and the wind blade dissipated invisible. "The iron armor is still hahahaha, the magical power of the Golden Bell Cover is just a different way, so it will be gone if it breaks another level next." Bai Lang's body appeared with patterns, and the White Tiger Phantom was covered with copper armor. The Golden Bell Cover has been absorbed by the Nandou Holy Fist, and the Nandou White Tiger Fist, combined with the Black Tiger Fist and the true meaning of the tiger shape, has been melted.

Now that the White Tiger Fist is just now, with Bai Lang's growth, the martial arts will definitely continue to grow throughout the journey. Nandou Holy Fist is such a boxing technique, which continues to develop according to the talents and talents of everyone. "In this way, it goes without saying that the baboon boss who handed over this martial arts to me is very strong. Can you not be strong if you hit Lingshan? In terms of martial arts, it seems that he is indeed a genius."

The more he practiced, the more he became fascinated by the baboon. He didn't know when he could achieve such skills - maybe he wouldn't be able to reach that level until he died. But now, let's practice martial arts first.

Bai Lang put on a hat and went to the city to buy things. This time, he didn't know why he turned to the Weiwei Mansion by a tragic mansion. Just as he casually looked at the goods in the shops on both sides of the road, while looking at the brothel that had not opened yet, twitching and smelling the fragrance of wood that had already penetrated, a sound made Bai Lang's heart skip a beat. "Okay, I'll go now."

The voice sounded a little familiar, but it was quite unfamiliar. I always felt like I heard 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 backs walking into the Weiwei Mansion. "Who is it? I must have heard this sound somewhere, but these backs." The innate master's memory is still good. Bai Lang completely remembered those backs, but he didn't think it looked very familiar.

The memories of becoming an innate master are not so clear, and they should be forgotten just like ordinary people. Bai Lang shook his head, but still couldn't remember which acquaintance this would be - a not-very familiar acquaintance. The backs he saw were all Wei Wei, and Bai Lang clearly remembered that some of the signs on his waist were silver. "Are they all innate masters like me?"

In the mountain temple, Bai Lang sat cross-legged on the couch to regulate his breathing and nourish his energy. The innate true energy wandered around his body, but the degree of increase was very small. "After all, it is dynamic exercise, and the way of meditation and breathing to practice is not applicable to it." Bai Lang felt his chest hot, and he knew that he was going to go to the adventure hall of Luoshi again.

Sure enough, after he suddenly lost his mind, he was already in a hall. Bai Lang straightened his body and said, "Ye?", and he was the only one who was empty in the hall. "Are you dead in reality?" Bai Lang muttered, but unfortunately, the Adventure Hall would not answer his questions. Bai Lang raised his head and looked around - he always felt that the Adventure Hall seemed a little different. Sure enough, he saw that the top of the hall was damaged. If he looked closely, he would find that the entire hall was actually in a situation where it was beginning to be ruined.

Just as he was waiting for some mission to emerge from the Adventure Hall, the entire hall shook directly. Then there was the second and third strokes, and the hall collapsed half in a loud sound. The fog outside the hall was rolling, torn apart by invisible force. Bai Lang looked at another invisible attack and finally could be seen after passing through the fog - it was a huge fist. When this punch hit the Adventure Hall, broken stones and wood flew everywhere.

Bai Lang hid aside. The power carried on the flying fragments was extremely terrifying. He felt that even his innate golden bell cover energy was difficult to stop. The adventure hall was covered with a special force, and Bai Lang knew about this. With his innate master's martial arts, although he had never tried it, he felt that he could only break a brick. "Is someone who came to the boss behind the adventure hall to settle the score? Hahahaha! Beautiful! Good job! 666!"

Bai Lang hid behind happily watching the house demolition, but before he could be happy for a long time, a flash of eyes appeared in a new place.

He also maintained a movement of hiding behind the bunker, but there was a lively street in front of him. Everyone came and went to watch his movements. Bai Lang laughed, touched his head and pretended to be nothing, and he was about to leave. Others were tall and strong, no one dared to laugh too much. Besides, everyone was very busy with work, so Bai Lang ran away like that. "What era is this?" Bai Lang couldn't understand the situation, because although the street in front of him knew it was the mainland at first glance, the era was really unjust.

"The one with a shaved oxtail head was in the late Qing Dynasty. It was normal for a fake foreigner head, but what happened to this bun? There are also disheveled hair, moxie's dry head, big back head, airplane head, and all kinds of fashionable hairstyles. I must be in the film and television city!" Bailang's hair, beard and eyebrows were completely inconspicuous among these strange costumes. In addition to being tall, he was "indifferent to everyone".

This situation is generally only visible to the film and television city, but the shops on both sides do not look like props at all. They are really opening the door to do business, and Bai Lang did not see anything that looks like a camera, shooting track, or a crew. "Are they living?" Walking idle on the road, Bai Lang also began to analyze the situation. Is this not a film and television city but a Truman world? It's not like.
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