Li Xianyuan closed his eyes, and the birds and flowers in his ears, the breeze gusted, and the sound of water murmured, all disappeared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Open your eyes again and return to the tower.

There was a slight heaviness on his legs, and something was there. Li Xianyuan was a little curious. What will be given at this level, Buddhist beads, or Buddhist scriptures?

Nine times out of ten, this speculation is true.

The Nameless Tower rewards novelty over the tower. And it's relevant to the content of the trial. But the rewards are different, and every time the tower is opened, there are more than 100,000 disciples, and few of them get the same thing. Therefore, most of the disciples will be rewarded, but there is no place to use it.

As a result, most of the disciples would exchange with each other, or go to the temporary market at the foot of the mountain to barter.

Looking down, what he saw made Li Xianyuan slightly stunned. I saw a peach branch swinging horizontally on the leg, and the peach blossoms bloomed brilliantly, bright and delicate.

These are just illusions. If there is no nourishment of water and soil, this peach branch will wither after a long time.

Gently take the peach branch, start it cool, and a little dew stains the petals, as if it has just been broken off. This peach branch is not a spiritual weapon, nor is it a rare thing, it is just an ordinary peach branch.

"This thing ......" Li Xianyuan had no place to put it, took it in his hand for the time being, and stood up.

Looking around, the side of the stairs was already full of thousands of people. A steady stream of disciples came up the stairs. I just don't know how many people stop at the first level.

The disciple who had just walked up to the second floor looked at Li Xianyuan's back as he stepped into the third floor with a little envy.

Stepping on the third floor, it is even more empty. A dozen people sat cross-legged on the futon. Most of the disciples are passed on by themselves, and a small number of inner disciples.

The second layer is Zen, which can trap most people for a while. If it weren't for Li Xianyuan's other way, he would have to stay for a while.

Find an empty futon and sit down, put the peach branch aside, and close your eyes into the trial.

When I opened my eyes again, there was no change in my surroundings. Except for the futon and the disciple are gone.

Familiar scene, then this layer-

Looking ahead, ten zhang away, two sword-wielding young men stood side by side, robes and crowns. The four quaint words on the top of the head: nine layers of qi training

The first level was only one person, and in the third level, it became two people.

During the Qi refining period, it is dispersed into qi, and even if the first layer is compared with the ninth layer, it is only a few times different. It seems that the gap is not small, but in fact, there are no magic exercises at this stage. Only when the foundation is built, it is gathered and formed. The combat power has only become apparent. In other words, during the Qi refining period, most of the reliance is on technique and restraint. Until the foundation is built, cultivation will account for the majority.

"Two fellow Daoists. Li Xianyuan gave up.

The two on the opposite side bowed their hands in return.

"Huh?" Li Xianyuan suddenly frowned, looked at the side of the two, and wanted to repeat the old trick.

The two sword-wielding youths glanced at each other, raised their swords, and prepared to attack.

Seeing that this move failed, Li Xianyuan raised his hand and pulled out the blue spirit sword behind him, said a word of please, and suddenly threw the sword away, and immediately snorted coldly.

"Eat my flying sword!"

The two of them raised their swords on guard, and they saw the blue spirit sword fluttering out four or five zhang away, crossing an arc, and when the crisp sound smashed five zhang in front of the two people.

"......" was three people present. Looking at Li Xianyuan again, he had already withdrawn and retreated.

The sword-wielding young man no longer hesitated, the two met, and then stepped on the seven-star step, like a light Hong and went straight to Li Xianyuan!

The gap between the two is shortened. However, after four or five breaths, Li Xianyuan had already withdrawn from Wuzhang, and the two sword-wielding young men were even more drifting.

There is no sword in his hand, and it seems to be in a predicament. But retreating Li Xianyuan did not panic, and looked at the two of them with a calm face, until-

The two figures stepped over the spirit sword.

Li Xianyuan, who was flying backwards, suddenly stopped, stared at the two of them, pinched out the sword technique, and drank coldly: "Get up!"

The Spirit Control Sword didn't need to be drunk coldly, and for some reason Li Xianyuan shouted out.

Lying on the ground, the abandoned blue spirit sword suddenly shook its sword body, and rushed up to stab the back of the defenseless sword-wielding young man on the left side.

The spirit sword penetrates the body, and the chest flies out!

The blood flashed, and the youth on the left turned into white light and dissipated!

The spirit sword spun in mid-air and stabbed the other person!

The sword-wielding young man was stunned, facing the flying spirit sword, and raised his sword to resist-

There was a screeching sound, sparks burst out, and the young man was shocked and took a few steps back, while Li Xianyuan's consciousness trembled slightly, and the spirit sword fell in mid-air.

"Second sword, out!" Li Xianyuan drank coldly again and pinched out the sword technique.

The young man was on guard against the spirit sword, and when he heard Li Xianyuan snorting coldly, he couldn't help but be distracted, and subconsciously skimmed away.

Fighter planes change rapidly. In an instant, the spirit sword that seemed to have no spirit suddenly swept up, and the penetrating side turned his head, and the chest of the young man who was still too late.

The spirit sword circled and flew back to the scabbard behind Li Xianyuan. The young man also turned into white light, and disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the sight went dark.

……

Li Xianyuan raised his eyelids lightly and returned to the Nameless Tower.

Same as the first level, Li Xianyuan also used stratagem. Seeing that the previous trick was useless this time, Li Xianyuan threw out the spirit sword first, lowered the vigilance of the two, and then retreated to buy time. When the two caught up, they killed one of them with their spirit sword. This is also the reason why he pinched his sword and drank coldly. Shake the other person, make him think that he really needs a sword trick to control the sword, and let him be distracted for a moment.

Otherwise, facing each other head-on, although Li Xianyuan can win, the consumption will inevitably be huge.

Li Xianyuan looked down at the things on his eyes and legs, slightly surprised. Not a sword, but a stone bottle. Pick up and shake, there is a slight liquid in it to shake.

Put away the stone bottle and look around, there are only a few more people on the third floor. After all, this third level, Li Xianyuan spent only a dozen breaths to break through.

If Li Xianyuan now goes up to the fourth layer, he will be positioned in the top ten.

The consumption of divine consciousness is only one-twelfth of it, and it is completely possible to continue to move forward without resting, but Li Xianyuan doesn't want to go too far.

He shifted his gaze slightly, looking at an unremarkable corner.

"Huh?"

"He's looking at us?"

"Who is this young man?"

"The personal disciple of the eye birth. ”

In front of the list outside the tower, there were bursts of whispering riots. It's just because Li Xianyuan's eyes are looking outside the list, as if he is looking at everyone outside the tower.

There are currently five people on the fourth floor and twenty-seven people on the fifth floor. Therefore, these two layers are the most concerned. Li Xianyuan is naturally one of them.

With incense, he can also perceive details that others don't notice.

Ning Jiya's beautiful eyes stared at Li Xianyuan. Separated from the Nameless Tower, Li Xianyuan and Ning Jiya, the two masters and apprentices, seemed to look at each other.

She bowed her head slightly and said lightly: "Do what you can." ”

As a master, how can you not want to see your apprentices in the limelight.

Li Xianyuan seemed to notice something, retracted his gaze, did not stop for a moment, got up and stepped towards the stairs.

There were only five people on the fourth floor, and Li Xianyuan was the sixth person to set foot on the fourth floor of the Nameless Tower.

Tens of thousands of people stand out.

Without realizing it, Li Xianyuan sat cross-legged in the empty tower pavilion, exhaled turbid air, and closed his eyes into the trial.

Before Fang opened his eyes, bursts of men, women, and children, sharp and piercing cries and wails came straight into his ears.

Open your eyes.

The ground is like a piece of burning red iron, and the blood is shining to the sky. The smell of the fishy wind is disgusting, and the strange rocks are craggy. Endless bloody hills, with countless stone pillars. Men, women, and children were tied to the pillars, and countless ugly imps held steel tongs in their hands, clamping people's tongues, and slowly lengthened in the miserable howls.

One of the eighteen layers of hell, tongue pulling.

A shout rang in my ears.

"Li Xianyuan, you are guilty!" (To be continued.) )