The martial arts of the thirteen Taibao horizontal practice of the golden bell jar are indeed early divine skills - known as the twelve levels of the golden bell jar, and if you break the twelve levels, you can achieve the golden body of Buddhism. However, Bai Lang now also knows that after the eighth level, he is actually vague and may not be able to cultivate, which means that his golden bell jar magic skill is about to come to an end. "Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, you don't need to go to the eleventh level to do it now. ”

And Bai Lang like the cover door had already found that it had disappeared when he cultivated the Southern Dipper Holy Fist to break through the level of the Golden Bell Jar. And the internal force is endless, and it is a congenital master who can do it, that is, whether it can be replenished to keep up with the consumption during the fierce battle - the internal force replenishment is even greater than the consumption when the strong master fights, and the weak chicken can only replenish a little bit congenitally, and the consumption is great.

Bai Lang is not a weak chicken, he can already be regarded as a strong person among the innate - not every innate master can have such a range of visions before achieving the inner scene and outward release, and it is also the kind of celestial phenomenon that can be controlled and fought.

"Golden Bell Jar ......." Bai Lang waved his hand, and the wind blade danced wildly, slashing at his body. The qi was shocked, and the wind blade directly collapsed and became invisible. "The iron armor is still hahahaha, the golden bell jar magic is just a different way, so it should be gone if you break another level next. "The surface of Bai Lang's body appeared with a patterned aura, and the white tiger phantom was draped with copper armor. The Golden Bell Jar has been absorbed by the Southern Dipper Holy Fist, and with the Black Tiger Fist and the true meaning of the tiger shape, the smelted Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist is on the road.

Now that the White Tiger Fist has just begun, with the growth of Bai Lang, this martial arts will definitely continue to grow. The Southern Dipper Holy Fist is one such boxing method, which is constantly developing according to each person's talent and talent. "So the baboon guy who handed over this martial art to me....... Needless to say, it's very strong, isn't it strong if you hit the Spirit Mountain? In the martial arts, it seems that you are indeed a genius. ”

The more he cultivated, the more fascinated Bai Lang became to that baboon, and he didn't know when he would be able to cultivate such a skill—maybe he wouldn't be able to reach that level until he died. But now, let's practice martial arts first.

Bai Lang once again put on a hat and went to the city to buy things, and this time he didn't know why he turned to the way to Weiwei's Mansion by the way. Just when he was casually looking at the goods in the shops on both sides of the road, while looking at the Qinglou that had not yet opened his nose and sniffing the aroma that had seeped into the wood, a voice made Bai Lang's heart chuckle. "Okay, I'll go. ”

This voice is a little familiar, but it is quite unfamiliar, and I always feel like the voice of someone I know that I heard a long, long time ago, but I can't remember it. Bai Lang raised his head to look in the direction where the voice came from—but he only saw a few backs walking into the Weiwei Mansion. "Who is it? I'm sure I've heard that somewhere...... But these backs. "The memory of the innate master is still good, Bai Lang completely remembers those backs, but he doesn't feel very familiar.

And the memory before becoming an innate master, it is not so clear, and it should be forgotten like ordinary people. Bai Lang shook his head, he still couldn't remember which acquaintance it would be - not very familiar acquaintances, the backs he saw were all Wei Wei, and Bai Lang clearly remembered the sign on his waist, and some of them were silver. "Are you a congenital master like me? ”

In the mountain temple, Bai Langpan sat on the couch to regulate breathing and nourish qi, and the innate true qi traveled all over the body, but the degree of expansion was very small. "After all, it's a way of exercising, and the way of meditation and pranayama is not applicable to it. Bai Lang felt that his chest was hot, and he knew that he was going to the adventure hall of Raushzi again.

Sure enough, after losing his mind all of a sudden, he was already in a large hall. Bai Lang straightened up and said "Bah?", he was the only one in this hall empty. "Are they all dead in reality?" Bai Lang muttered, but unfortunately the Adventure Hall would not answer his question. Bai Lang raised his head and looked around—he always felt that this Adventure Hall seemed to be a little different. Sure enough, he saw that the top of the main hall was broken, and if he looked closely, he would see that the entire hall was actually in a state of starting to determine.

Just as he was waiting for some task to emerge from this adventure hall, the entire hall directly shook. Then there was a second and a third blow, and the hall collapsed in half with a loud sound. The fog outside the hall was rolling, being torn apart and dispersed by an invisible force. Bai Lang watched as another invisible attack could finally be seen after passing through the fog - it was a huge fist, and this punch slammed into the Adventure Hall, and in an instant, shattered stones and wood flew everywhere.

Bai Lang dodged to the side, the power carried on this flying fragment was extremely terrifying, and he felt that even his innate golden bell jar qi would be difficult to stop. The Adventure Hall is covered with a special power, which Bai Lang knows, with his innate master's martial arts, although he hasn't tried it now, he feels that he may only be able to break a brick. "Is this someone settling accounts with the big guy behind the Adventure Palace?hahahaha! Beautiful! Well done!666!"

Bai Lang hid behind the house with great interest, but before he could be happy, a flower appeared in a new place in front of him.

He still maintained a movement of hiding behind cover, but in front of him was a lively street, and people came and went to watch his movements. Bai Lang laughed, touched his head and pretended to leave as if nothing happened, others didn't dare to laugh more, and everyone was very busy to do things, so Bai Lang ran away like this. "What age is this?" Bai Lang couldn't tell the situation, because although the street in front of him knew that it was the mainland at a glance, it was really impossible to judge the age.

"It was the late Qing Dynasty when the tail of the ox was shaved, and the fake foreign devil's head was normal, but what was the matter with this bun? There were also shawls, moxicans, big backs, airplane heads, and all kinds of fashionable hairstyles, I must be in the film and television city!" Bai Lang's hair, beard, and eyebrows were completely inconspicuous in these strange costumes, except for his relatively tall height.

This kind of situation can usually only be seen in the film and television city, but the shops on both sides don't look like props at all, they are really opening their doors to do business, and Bai Lang didn't see anything like cameras and shooting tracks and like crews, "They are all ...... Life?" Walking on the road, Bai Lang also began to analyze the situation, this is not a film and television city...... But isn't it Truman's world? Not like that.

Bai Lang saw the traveling official master, dressed as a typical Manchu bureaucrat, sitting in a sedan chair and hugging back and forth. And he also saw foreigners, Westerners with red eyebrows and green eyes, dressed like typical Europeans of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. "It's funny...... I'm starting to look forward to what kind of 'mission' there will be. ”