Chapter Seventy-Five: The Ancient King Tablet on the Ancient King Tower, Who Is Engraved on the Ancient King Tablet?

"Then how do I cultivate my physical body?"

Ye Zhiqiu was puzzled, at this time, with his physical strength, it was impossible to inscribe his name on the ancient monument.

"Haha, among the nine layers, there is no other way except this ancient monument, that is to say, you can only use this ancient monument to practice!

The Ancient King Taling laughed, and his thick voice disappeared into the nine layers!

"Hey, old fellow, don't go!

Ye Zhiqiu was anxious, although he wanted to practice with this ancient king stele, but this tower spirit didn't say how to use it.

"Do you want to bombard it directly with physical strength?"

At this point, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but shudder.

"No matter, give it a try!"

Ye Zhiqiu punched out at the pitch-black ancient monument, unlike the previous finger, this time he used all his strength!

Touch!

The ancient monument made a dull sound, but it was still unshakable, and there was not a trace of crack on the ancient monument!

Ye Zhiqiu's fist was unlucky, the huge recoil force made his fist scalp open, and blood was dripping!

You must know that Ye Zhiqiu, who is a fifth-order spirit transformer, although he has not deliberately cultivated his physical body, but after the tempering of the psychic magic technique, his physical body is already comparable to ordinary Xuantie!

The intense pain spread to his whole body, but Ye Zhiqiu's expression did not change at all!

If he could hit even the slightest trace of it with all his might, then his physical body would increase a hundredfold!

He didn't care about the pain, at this moment, he just thought about shaking this dark ancient monument, and engrave his name on it, so that everyone in the future who could ascend to the ninth layer could see it.

He, Ye Zhiqiu, is the first person to inscribe the ancient monument!

One punch!

Two punches!

Three punches!

......

I can't remember how many punches I had, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't tell the difference between blood and sweat, and he still had only one thought!

Titled Ancient Monument!

One day!

Two days!

......

Ten days!

His body was torn between shattering and recovering! He began to use not only his fists, but all parts of his body, even his head!

It seems that every broken and restored is a baptism, and every breakthrough in the limit makes his physical body wait for sublimation!

Finally, on the eleventh day, his fist was able to punch the ancient monument into a small depression!

However, it is not enough! One punch and one finger are completely two different concepts! The title must be the title with one finger!

More than twenty days passed!

Ye Zhiqiu's fingers can finally be submerged into the ancient monument!

"Hahaha, I am after all, I have reached!

Ye Zhiqiu laughed and tried his best to be on that finger!

But he found that it was easy to make a penny, but it was even more difficult to draw a pen!

He spent all his strength, and he only engraved the word "leaf" on it!

The beginning of everything is difficult! He took the first step, and the rest seemed easier!

Three hours later, the three big characters of "Ye Zhiqiu" were finally presented in their entirety on the ancient monument.

And after the engraving of those three big characters was completed, a dazzling white light illuminated the entire ninth layer!

In front of the Ancient King's Tower.

"Dean. It's been more than a month, why hasn't that kid come out yet?"

One of the tower elders was very anxious, for fear that something might happen.

"Don't worry, wait, it's coming out!"

It seems that everything is under the control of the old voice!

At the same time, at the top of the Ancient King Tower, there were three radiant characters.

Ye Zhiqiu!

The two tower elders saw it!

The owner of the old voice saw it!

That's a name that surpasses the Ancient King's Tower!

That's a miracle name!

That's a name that's about to create brilliance!

"Is it the title after all? Fortunately, an enchantment was arranged around the Ancient King Tower before, isolating the outside world's perception, otherwise, ......"

The old man's voice breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he desperately hoped that Ye Zhiqiu, a rare ghost, would grow up.

In the future, let the family far away in the end of the world tremble, tremble!

"Dean, it's the same as it was fifteen years ago, that young man, he succeeded!"

A tower elder said with a trembling voice.

"Old fellow, you're crazy, what did you do fifteen years ago!"

Hearing this, the tower elder who had spoken before hurriedly shut up and stopped talking!

The ancient king tower has nine floors.

"Hahaha, yes, it's only been a little more than a month, and you've succeeded as a kid!

The voice of the ancient king Ta Ling suddenly appeared, a little excited, and a little surprised!

"Old fellow, I'm past the ninth floor, right?"

Ye Zhiqiu pointed to his name on the ancient monument and smiled a little proudly.

"Yes, you have passed the ninth layer!, but you can still choose to challenge my fourth-order incarnation, and if the challenge is successful, you can get double the credits!"

Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu jumped up excitedly.

512,000 credits, defeat him, there will be 512,000 credits!

This was something he had never thought of, and he even felt that with this windfall, he could empty the entire Treasure Pavilion!

But he also thinks about it, he doesn't have any faith.

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be a little discouraged, the ancient king Ta Ling smiled mysteriously:

"Kid, do you still feel that the fourth level of psychic is invincible? you haven't even sensed the power of your physical body, how do you know that it can't be done?"

"Do you think that the growth of physical strength for more than a month has not benefited your strength?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Zhiqiu immediately turned on his Xuan Qi, and he was surprised to find out.

The Xuan Qi in his flesh was three or four times as much as before!

In other words, at this moment, Ye Zhiqiu can punch at will, and use a martial art at will! The power is three or four times that of before!

What kind of concept is this, which means that his random punch is equivalent to a cross-two martial art!

In other words, Ye Zhiqiu's strength at this time has risen by two levels compared to more than a month ago!

Even if he didn't use the blood sacrifice, he would be able to fight the battle phantom of the second order of the eighth layer of Tongxuan!

Excitement and excitement poured out of his heart like a flood that had burst its banks.

He felt like he was going to heaven! Because, he found that the blood sacrifice was fivefold, and he could already use it, and he no longer had to worry about the collapse of his body!

At this moment, he had an urge to compete with the Fourth Order of Tongxuan!

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's appearance, the ancient king Ta Ling smiled and said:

"Kid, now you know, right? So there is actually only one way to this ninth layer, and that is - the inscription of the ancient monument!"

"Being able to inscribe on the ancient monument means that the strength of the physical body has crossed a large level, and it can accommodate three or four times the previous Xuan Qi! So, with all your hole cards, crossing 8, isn't it easy for you?"

"Thank you for the cultivation grace of your predecessors!

Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu had already guessed that the ancient king Ta Ling was deliberately cultivating himself, allowing himself to forge his body in the tribulation and grow in the tribulation!

"Haha, you kid, you respect the teacher!"

The Ancient King Ta Ling smiled. He didn't want to think about it, Ye Zhiqiu had always called him an old guy before, where could he be worthy of respecting the teacher.

"The seniors praised it falsely, this is what students should be, it's just that students still have a problem!"

"What's the problem?

The Ancient King Ta Ling replied.

Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, he wanted to know if he was an unprecedented genius!

"Seniors, there is no other person's name on the ancient monument, is it true that in the history of Kyoto Academy, only one student has succeeded in inventing the name?"

The ancient king Ta Ling was silent, he didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu to ask like this! But he still answered Ye Zhiqiu, but his voice was a little vicissitudes!

"And one more!"

This remark made Ye Zhiqiu puzzled, why someone inscribed it, but it was not passed on to future generations on the ancient monument! He couldn't help but ask suspiciously:

"Why isn't that person's name on the ancient monument?"

"Because his name is Ye Nantian!"