Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

A faint green light lit up the martial arts hall again. There was blood on the corner of the yellow-faced young man's mouth, and he looked at the boy opposite with a look of shock and horror. The young man was holding a spiritual light stone in his hand and looking at the yellow-faced man with a smile.

"You, you are despicable, what is this?"

"Oh, you said these are just some condiments used in cooking."

Although the yellow-faced man's question was very abrupt, Zuo Feng also knew what he was asking. He glanced at the ground and said with a smile. Zuo Feng had been living in that house for the past few months, so he had to prepare his own food, so he brought a few packets of seasonings with him.

Hearing what Zuo Feng said, the corners of the yellow-faced young man's mouth trembled slightly for a few times, and then he cast a resentful look at Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng had previously seen that this yellow-faced young man must have gone wrong during his training, causing damage to his valve. The condiments he had thrown out before were slightly irritating, which might not be a problem for ordinary people, but for those with damaged valves, it was an unbearable itching in the chest.

After giving the yellow-faced young man a cold look, Zuo Feng moved his hand. But the yellow-faced young man also immediately noticed Zuo Feng's action, and shouted in fear: "No, don't pull it out."

At this moment, Zuo Feng's black short blade was piercing his heart. If he pulled it out at this moment, he would definitely die. Zuo Feng paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and said lightly: "You reminded me that I just changed into this dress."

Before the yellow-faced man could understand the meaning of Zuo Feng's words, Zuo Feng slowly walked towards him. When he walked to the yellow-faced man, he flipped his wrist and pulled out the short blade.

"No"

At this time, the yellow-faced young man finally understood the meaning of Zuo Feng's words. After screaming in horror, he saw the blood on his left chest spurting out like a fountain. Although he hurriedly covered the wound with his hands, a large amount of blood still gurgled out from between his fingers.

"You, damn you, I..."

The yellow-faced man turned his head hard, looked at Zuo Feng's back and was still cursing in a low voice, but his voice was getting smaller and fainter. After taking two steps, Zuo Feng raised his foot and kicked it backwards hard, but did not turn around.

The body of the yellow-faced young man was kicked diagonally and flew into a passage. Then a stone door in the hall slowly opened, and Zuo Feng's figure quickly disappeared into the stone door. Because Zuo Feng left, the hall fell into darkness again, leaving only the thick smell of blood and some faint pungent condiments floating in the air.

When Zuo Feng came to the hall on the first floor, he saw the same pillar standing in the center. There were not many people in the hall at this time. The young man with long hair and a flagon hanging on his body was among them, and the short and thin boy was also sitting in the corner. In addition, there was the sturdy masked man whom Zuo Feng was very concerned about.

When Zuo Feng entered the hall, the masked man didn't even move his eyelids. He continued to sit quietly with his eyes closed, as if adjusting his breath and luck. The short and thin boy and the long-haired young man with a wine bottle hanging on his waist both looked here with great interest. The boy only looked at it for a moment and then looked away. The long-haired man took a sip from the wine bottle and looked at Zuo Feng deeply for a moment with a smile on his face.

Zuo Feng couldn't see any change on his face, but in his heart he was still a little afraid of the people in the hall. He casually found a corner and sat down, and took out the martial arts book called "Lianrou Push Hands" that he had obtained before. An idea flashed in his mind, Zuo Feng smiled and reached into his arms again, and then took out another book from his arms.

Regarding Zuo Feng's move, several other people looked here in surprise, but then they sneered and shook their heads. Zuo Feng's method of studying Kung Fu during trials made the elites from all forces feel a little disdainful.

The trial time for each level is only one hour, and it is only about a quarter of an hour before the stone door of the middle column opens. This time is not enough to restore spiritual energy and physical strength. How can anyone be stupid enough to study the technique at this time?

Zuo Feng was already aware of the attitudes of the people around him without raising his head to look, but he didn't care about it and concentrated on studying the two books in his hands.

As time went by, other warriors appeared in the hall one after another. What impressed Zuo Feng the most was an ordinary-looking young man in a yellow shirt. This man let out a sigh of relief after entering the hall, but then fell to the ground. With his keen senses, Zuo Feng knew that the young man was already dead when he fell to the ground, even without going over to check.

Obviously, the previous opponent of this young man in yellow was extremely strong, and he also suffered fatal injuries while passing the test. He arrived here with his last willpower, but he died as soon as he relaxed.

The masked young man didn't even open his eyes, but the short, thin boy and the long-haired young man just smiled slightly, apparently not caring at all. Only Zuo Feng's eyes moved away from the book in his hand, glanced at the young man in yellow, and then sighed and shook his head.

Just when Zuo Feng retracted his gaze, a stumbling figure appeared in the hall. This figure was extremely strong and similar to the masked man. As soon as this strong figure entered the hall, he stared at Zuo Feng who was sitting in the corner, and then strode towards Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng glanced up in confusion, a smile flashed across his face, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to have passed the third-level trial. It seems that your strength is quite good."

"Bullshit strength, this is all because I had better luck before."

The burly man immediately cursed, took off the sword from his back, and sat down next to Zuo Feng. When he sat down, he couldn't help but press his waist gently, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth twitched and he gasped for breath.

Seeing the big man's appearance, Zuo Feng smiled slightly and took out a paper bag and handed it over. At the same time, he asked casually: "You are so lucky, why do you end up like this?"

The big man named Mo Tie took it over without any courtesy, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Do you think it's weird? When I was on the second floor, no opponent showed up. I finally opened the door to the hall. But in the end, Although the guy on the third floor is powerful, he seemed to have been seriously injured on the second floor, so I got here by luck. "

As he spoke, the big man opened the medicine bag and smelled it, and then said with great joy: "The healing medicine powder is still top quality. You're welcome then. I'll remember this." As the big man said, he took the medicine. The powder was poured directly into the wound on the waist, as if he was afraid that Zuo Feng would regret it and ask for it back.

But Zuo Feng's heart was moved. It seemed that Tengfang and the man in short shirts had used some unknown means before, and they appeared together to deal with him. In the end, Mo Tie got the better of him. It seems that it is true that he is lucky.

The big man looked up and looked around, and then said: "It seems that neither of them has won. I'm afraid the next trial will all depend on you."

Zuo Feng glanced at the big man in confusion and said, "Are you not going to participate in the next trial?"

The big man sighed helplessly and said: "I guess you have also seen that the short man and the drunkard are both famous ruthless people in our East County. You must also be careful about the masked man. I heard that he is the county guard Gang The adopted son’s strength cannot be underestimated. There is a high chance that he will encounter these people in the subsequent trials. If I give up at the first opportunity, don’t show off."

Zuo Feng nodded silently. What the big man said was consistent with his judgment. The people he cared about most were indeed ruthless people with a reputation.

The big man paused and said: "If I didn't get hurt, I would have tried my best to the end. After all, I also really wanted to get the 'Pregnancy Pill'. But looking at the current situation, I'm afraid there will only be a dead end if I continue. Forget it. If you get the rewards on the fourth floor, you will automatically give up. If you are lucky and can be assigned with me, you can pass the fourth floor smoothly. "

Zuo Feng couldn't help but feel slightly moved after hearing about the "Pregnancy Pill". Only a few people knew about the final reward of the Spin Tower Trial. Obviously, this big man named Mo Tie was very well-informed. He had also seen this "pregnancy elixir" in a book before. Although the prescription for this elixir was not written in the book, it clearly described the function of this elixir.

"Pregnancy Pill" is a low-level Huangpin pill. It is similar to the "Ling Ning Pill" he took before. It has the effect of increasing the speed of cultivation, but the effect is much worse. But this "pregnancy elixir" has another very good effect, that is, it allows the user to calmly absorb the effects of other cultivation-promoting drugs into the body.

Ever since Zuo Feng took the "Ling Ning Dan", because the medicine in it was too powerful, he had no choice but to wrap it in his body with spiritual power. If he had this "Pregnancy Pill", he could try to absorb part of the power of the "Spirit Condensation Pill". After all, this pill was prepared for those who were in the God Refining Stage.

But Zuo Feng changed his mind and guessed that those people with extraordinary strength should also be very interested in this "pregnancy elixir". After all, the elite talents that these big forces strive to cultivate also need the assistance of this kind of elixir. And even if they don't take the elixir themselves, selling it for auction will definitely bring in a lot of money.

"Why, you don't know the final reward this time?"

The big man looked at Zuo Feng's thoughtful look and asked with some confusion. When Zuo Feng shook his head slightly to express his ignorance, the big man suddenly said: "We all found out about this last reward privately. Uncle Tian may also know, but due to the rules of the Spiral Tower Trial, he cannot reveal it in advance. "

While the two were talking, another tremor came from the spiral tower, and then the pillars in the center of the hall slowly opened several stone doors. The two looked at each other and walked over together. The big man naturally chose the stone door next to Zuofeng. After all, the hope of being assigned together in this way would be much greater.

After a period of darkness, Zuo Feng discovered that this place was the same as the second floor. There was a passage out of the stone door. There was a uniform-looking iron box inlaid at the door. When Zuo Feng saw the iron box, he couldn't help but smile. It seems that the big man used this thing to open the door of the competition hall on the second floor.