Pirate's Infinite Wings

Among them, the king chose Tianyimen to enter, Wufeng chose Yinyangmen, Wu Zhao chose the battlefield gate, and Gongsun Xuan chose Xuanwumen.

"Cher has a body of ice, and her talent is related to ice, so she was chosen as the saint of the Holy Ice Palace. Does this mean that the names of these portals are related to their opportunities?"

Fang Lang's eyes lit up, and finally he chose Tai Chi as the door to enter.

At this time, everyone except Fang Lang entered the nine portals one by one.

After Fang Lang entered, the white-haired old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Tai Chi Gate where Fang Lang entered.

"Although this kid's talent is not strong, he is very lucky. He should be the lucky one in this generation of Beihai. In addition, he has three styles of Tai Chi, which may be confirmed by Tai Chi Holy Land."

The gray-haired old man was a great figure in ancient times.He is naturally knowledgeable.He knew that talent testing alone could not determine a fighter's achievement.

In ancient times, there was a person with a rare talent, a red martial soul, who cultivated slowly like a snail.But it was such a person who finally stepped onto the bodies of many geniuses, became a generation of war gods, and ruled the world.

This Valkyrie is called Ye Fanzhi.Like his name, he was ordinary, but in the end he ruled the world, leaving many older generations stunned.

This is a legend, recorded in history books, and passed down.

The white-haired old man looked deep, and said softly, "Ye Fanzhi, the god of war said that there are four ways to become a god of war."

A strong and unyielding heart can become a Valkyrie!

With the strongest talent, you can become a Valkyrie!

"If you have the strongest luck, you can become a Valkyrie!"

With the highest understanding, you can become Wu Shen.

Any one of these four roads will eventually lead to Wushen.

Fang Lang's talent is not good, but the white-haired old man saw his great luck.This kind of luck is rare in ancient capitals.Talents such as Mu, Bing, and Xue are extraordinary, and they have the opportunity to become a figure in Wushen, but he is willing to stay by Fang Lang's side and be devoted to him.This shows how good his luck is.

I hope you can get the affirmation of Tai Chi Holy Land!

The white-haired old man sighed, then slowly closed his eyes.

In the void, nine portals gradually disappeared one by one.

...

As soon as he entered the Tai Chi Gate, Tian Ye felt that he had come to a white world, surrounded by white light, without seeing any color.He only felt a thrust, pushing him forward.

In the vast expanse of land, silence, a vast atmosphere like an ancient concept, rages in this space, making people feel lonely and peaceful inside.

This calm did not last long, but was broken by the sudden arrival of numbers.

Among them, there was a young man wearing a purple star robe, holding a black iron fighting saber, staring into the distance.

Needless to say, this person is Fang Lang.

Standing on the steep slope, Fang Lang frowned as he watched the figures falling from the void in front of him.

"Before me, thousands of people entered the Tai Chi Holy Land, but there are only dozens of people here. We seem to be scattered randomly in this space." Fang Lang thought secretly.

The huge mouth of the blood basin suddenly violently left Fang Lang's feet, and Fang Lang swallowed his whole body instantly.

Later, a ferocious beast as big as a hill emerged from the soil, hiccuping satisfactorily.

Prosperity. Not far away, the same scenes happened one after another. Suddenly many young and strong teenagers were being attacked inexplicably, half of them died on the spot.

"Cut the blood!" A cold voice sounded.

Then, the ferocious beast that devoured the leaves was suddenly torn apart by a flaming knife, and the whole explosion occurred in midair.

"These ferocious beasts actually know the hidden breath, even I can't feel it. This place is really strange!"

A sword came out of the beast's body, Fang Lang frowned and looked at the young strong man fighting the ferocious beast in the distance, his heart suddenly full of vigilance.

Obviously, crises are everywhere.

On the vast expanse of land, a huge ferocious beast instantly broke the calm scene.The smell of killing immediately filled the space, bloody and cruel.

Fang Lang tore through this huge ferocious beast with a single knife, and the entire population foamed, looking down at the scene below in midair, frowning slightly.

"These ferocious beasts..." Fang Lang muttered, his face solemn.

These ferocious beasts were all above Wu Jun's level, and they could hide their aura, so that his strength was comparable to that of the half-step Wang Wu strongman who hadn't noticed it. I have to say it was strange.

"Huh? No. These ferocious beasts do not hide their breath, but they combine their breath with the breath of this space, so I can't tell them apart."

Every strong young man is ambitious.Once he is confirmed by the Holy Palace, countless exercises and martial arts will be readily available.Becoming the king of martial arts or Huang Wu is not a problem.

"Before the elder dies, let me come to Xiaojiutian Temple anyway. This is the holy land of Tai Chi. Maybe the third form of the elder's funeral will be found here."

Fang Lang suddenly heard the elder's dying explanation, plus the name of the Tai Chi Holy Land, suddenly he had some guesses in his heart.

There are three types of burial day. Such a powerful martial arts could not have been created by the great elder, but the great elder happened to come here, but unfortunately he only got three types.

But it is these three styles that make the old man an invincible Wu Jun, famous in 18 North Sea countries.

It is conceivable that this kind of retreat will be even more powerful.

Thinking about it, Fang Langxin was suddenly full of expectations, and he looked around with excitement.

After some people fled, they came to a large canyon surrounded by mountains and jungles. Only the two walls of the sloped valley had caves.

"I don't know why, in the surrounding jungle, I feel scared, there is a huge horror!" Fang Lang looked deeply at the surrounding jungle, his mind trembled.He has a strong directness. If he steps into these forests, he will be killed instantly. The only safe place is in front of the Grand Canyon.

Huh, huh, huh!

At this time, dozens of soldiers from behind also chased up.

"The King of Great Flame Swords!"

"Master!"

Everyone saluted and clasped their fists.Both Fang Lang's strength and his act of saving them just now deserve their respect.

Fang Lang didn't have any arrogance, and he nodded in return.

At the same time, Tian Ye also took this opportunity to ask some "old people" who had been to heaven on the 9th, do you know what is hidden in these jungles...