Master of Beasts

Half a year is fleeting.

As the opening time of the Thirteen Peaks approached, the disciples of the Four Small Peaks, except for the ones prepared last year, almost all the new disciples chose to give up.

Of course, there are some exceptions, but the number is simply negligible compared to the number of new disciples.

"I can finally enter Thirteen Peaks. I have been waiting for this day for too long!"

"Hey, I have a group of people, just in the fourth peak, after entering, you can get his protection."

"I heard that the water in the Thirteen Peaks is very deep. Anyone who can make some famous names will have a lot of fame in the Northern Territory in the future. I am really looking forward to it."

All kinds of voices circulated in the four peaks.

"Oh, it's really annoying, I have to move the place again."

Sitting on top of the Shadow Spirit, Xia Zhen pursed his mouth: "I originally planned to stay in Sixiaofeng forever, but this way, no one will make alchemy, no, I can't be run away by that guy!"

Nanfeng, in a quiet room.

"He ran to the Sifeng altar without saying a word, and I need to clean it up." Playing with a green potted plant, Youli smiled slightly: "Speaking of which, after walking out of the altar, that guy , should be able to be promoted to the peak of the sixth-order Lingpan, and the distance from the Linghuang is really getting closer."

Lingpan, Linghuang.

Regardless of the difference between the two, there is only one word difference, but in the Northern Territory, there is a world of difference.

Lingpan can only be regarded as making do with it, while Linghuang,

In the Northern Territory, where Spirit Kings rarely appear, they are truly strong!

The heads of some strengths are the strengths of the Linghuang.

"Why do you have the quota to directly enter the inner peak, God is so annoying." Cui Bin looked at Sun Wu, who was as strong as an ape, and wailed.

Like most of the disciples, he didn't scrape together one million Lingyu in one year.

"Look at my fist and say it again." Sun Wu raised his right fist and laughed.

"No, I'll take it back!" Sun Wu wailed again.

At the junction of the four peaks, one after another silhouettes gradually gathered in the past. The disciples who gathered a million spirit beads were all smiling. As for the other disciples, they also rushed over to observe and prepare for the next year.

"Shua!"

A gorgeous flame lit up on the altar on the North Peak.

"Oh? Come out?" Ming's muddy old eyes opened, and Elder Ming was very surprised. He sized Henry Zhang and said with a smile: "The peak of the sixth-order spirit, and the promotion of multiple spirit beasts at the same time, can reach this step , is already very good, is there any other gain?"

"The ancient battlefield is desolate, and there is no legendary secret technique at all." Henry Zhang smiled helplessly.

"That's right, it wouldn't be surprising if the secret technique was so easy to be discovered." Elder Ming shook his head and smiled as if he had expected it a long time ago.

After bidding farewell to Elder Ming, Henry Zhang spread his wings behind his back.

"Shua!"

Quickly skimming down from the top of the North Peak, the corners of Henry Zhang's mouth evoked a slight arc, and the skin on his body surface, like scorching glass, quickly returned to normal.

"Everyone, today is the opening day of Thirteen Peaks. As for the rules, I don't think I need to say much."

Yang Kun's powerful voice resounded in everyone's ears, and some people's eyes trembled with excitement.

For this moment, they waited too long.

"Where's Brother Xiao?" Sun Wu looked around and scratched the back of his head in doubt.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a bright light flashed violently from the jade tablet behind the Little Spirit Pagoda in the North Peak, and one after another stared in amazement, they all shot away in a hurry.

"It's the eightieth floor!" Someone exclaimed loudly.

The eightieth floor, that is the height that only the sixth-order spirit can reach!

"Is it finally out?" Youli smiled.

"This little guy is going to be gone soon, and he's not going to live in peace." Elder Yang's laughing and cursing voice was filled with emotion.

In just one year, he has witnessed the growth of too many people, and Henry Zhang is undoubtedly the one who has improved the fastest. This posture is not inferior to the two legendary figures in Beifeng.

"Ninety-fourth floor!"

The sound of gasping for air rang out one after another.

Which ruthless person is it? Did an unknown dark horse appear among the old disciples from last year?

As for Henry Zhang, except for a few people, no one else thinks about him at all. Except for a few well-known figures on the Thirteen Peaks, it is only a handful of people who can reach the ninetieth floor in the first year. number.

"Ninety-four floors!"

"Ninety-five floors!"

The shouts of the crowd became more and more excited.

That moving spot of light is very close to You Haoxuan who holds the strongest record!

The light spot, on the ninety-fifth floor, stagnated for about half a quarter of an hour.

"Stayed for so long, have you reached the limit?"

"The ninety-fifth floor is already very impressive. Even if you enter the inner peak, you will definitely be able to make a splash."

Just when everyone was talking about it.

"Buzz!"

That bright spot of light moved up another one, and at lightning speed, it directly crossed the ninety-sixth floor and jumped to the ninety-seventh floor.

That was You Haoxuan's position!

"Wow!"

Shocking noise spread like waves in the four small peaks. Even some elders who lived in seclusion opened their eyes in amazement.

When did such a monster appear in Si Xiaofeng again?

"This little guy, have all the spiritual gates been opened?" Yang Kun was full of expectation.

For so many years, no one has climbed to the top of the Little Spirit Pagoda, the ninety-seventh floor, and it has almost become an unbreakable curse. Will there be a miracle today?

"Huh? So lively?"

Stretching a little tiredly, Qiu Ling stuck the sword-like feather in his hand on the half-carved statue, and the entire Nanfeng was portrayed in his image.

"Liuyuan Spiritualist is simply inhuman."

Looking in the direction of the Little Spirit Pagoda on the North Peak, Qiu Ling felt a little emotional.

With the identity of Liuyuan Lingshi in hand, even if Henry Zhang enters the fiercely competitive Thirteen Peaks, he can easily get a place.

"Buzz!"

The dot lights up again.

"Ninety-eight floors!"

"Ninety-nine floors!"

Shouts of shock and excitement soared into the sky. The record that no one has ever broken has finally changed!

"Wait, he hasn't come out yet!"

"Could it be that he wants to attack the hundredth floor?"

Thinking of this, even some elders are a little uneasy. Once this record is set, this person's name will definitely remain in the four small peaks forever, and his influence on new disciples will surpass that of You Haoxuan and Ji Jian Leave!

From now on, when all the new disciples mention Thirteen Peaks, the first name that comes to mind will definitely be this person!

Time, in the tense eyes of everyone, passed bit by bit.

The spot of light on the ninety-ninth floor seemed to be solidified. After half an hour, it didn't move a bit, but no one showed impatience on their faces.

Another half hour passed.

"One hundred floors!"

Haoyue's jade tablet was as bright as the day, amidst the excited shouts of many disciples, Elder Yang looked relieved, unaware of the sweat on his back that wet his robe.

The peak of the Little Spirit Pagoda has finally been climbed!

"It's coming out!"

"Look who it is!"

All the disciples stared expectantly at the top of the Little Spirit Pagoda, not even willing to blink.

"Shua!"

Flying out of the Little Spirit Pagoda in some embarrassment, Henry Zhang smiled helplessly under the petrified eyes.

"After opening four spiritual gates, we barely reached the top. This Little Spirit Pagoda is really difficult."

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