Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Among them, the king chose Tianyi Gate to enter, Wufeng chose Yinyang Gate, Wu Zhao chose the battle-tested gate, and Gongsun Xuan chose Xuanwu Gate to enter.

"Xue'er has an ice body, 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 child's talent is not strong, his luck is very strong. He should be the lucky one in this generation of Beihai. In addition, he has the breath of the three styles of Tai Chi, which may be confirmed by the Tai Chi Holy Land."

The old man with white hair was a great figure in ancient times. He is naturally knowledgeable. He knew that talent tests alone could not determine a fighter's accomplishments.

In ancient times, there was a person with a rare talent, a red martial spirit, and a slow speed of cultivation like a snail. But it was such a person who finally stepped on the body of many geniuses, became a generation of warriors, and ruled the world.

This martial god is called Ye Fanzhi. Like his name, he is ordinary, but in the end he ruled the world, leaving many of the older generation dumbfounded.

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

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

A strong and unyielding heart can become a warrior!

With the strongest talent, you can become a Valkyrie!

"If you are the luckiest, you can become a Valkyrie!"

In the highest understanding, you can become Wu Shen.

Any 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 the ancient capital. Talents like 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 is devoted to him. It shows how lucky he is.

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

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

In the void, the 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, and could not see any color. He just 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 in their hearts.

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 and holding a black iron combat saber, staring into the distance.

Needless to say, this person is Fang Lang.

Fang Lang stood on the steep slope, watching the figures falling from the void in front of him, frowning slightly.

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

With a huge mouth full of blood, he suddenly burst away from Fang Lang's feet, and Fang Lang's whole body was swallowed instantly.

Later, a ferocious beast the size of a hill emerges from the soil, belching satisfyingly.

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

"Cut the blood!" A cold voice sounded.

Then, the ferocious beast devouring the leaves was suddenly torn apart by a flaming knife, and the whole explosion happened in mid-air.

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

After killing the beast with a knife, Fang Lang frowned and looked at the young strong man fighting the ferocious beast in the distance, suddenly full of vigilance in his heart.

Clearly, crises are everywhere.

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

Fang Lang tore the huge and ferocious beast apart with one knife, foaming from his mouth, looking down at the scene below in mid-air, frowning slightly.

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

These ferocious beasts are all above Wu Jun's level, and they can hide their aura, making his strength comparable to that of half-step Wang Wu. It has to be said that it is strange.

"Huh? Don't. These ferocious beasts don't 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 at his fingertips. Becoming the king of martial arts or Huang Wu is not a problem.

"Before the elder dies, let me come to Xiaojiutiangong no matter what. This is the holy place of Tai Chi. Maybe the third form of the elder's funeral will be found here."

Fang Lang suddenly heard the confession of the great elder before his death, and with the name of the Tai Chi Holy Land, he suddenly had some guesses in his heart.

There are three types of Burial Day. Such a powerful martial art cannot be created by the Great Elder, but the Great Elder happened to come here, and it is a pity that he only got three types.

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

The sea country is famous.

It is conceivable that this retreating action may be even more powerful.

Thinking about it, Fang Lang's heart was suddenly filled with anticipation, and he looked around excitedly.

After some people escaped, they came to a large canyon surrounded by mountains and jungles, only the two walls of the sloping valley had caves.

"I don't know why, but in the surrounding jungle, I feel scared, there is a kind of great terror!" Fang Lang looked deeply at the surrounding jungle, his heart trembling. 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.

Shua, Shua, Shua!

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

"The King of the Great Flame Sword!"

"Master!"

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

Fang Lang didn't have any airs of arrogance, and nodded one by one in return.

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