"Why is there only the first part of this exercise?" It turned out that he had just discovered that this exercise was incomplete, so he hurriedly asked the old man.

"I forgot to mention just now that this exercise is only a fragment, and it is only an auxiliary exercise. The old man looked at Wang Lung and said with a smile.

This wicked old man was actually put on a show by him, and he was happy in vain. Wang Lung was a little disappointed.

The old man glanced at Wang Long, who was full of disappointment, and said, "Don't underestimate this exercise, although it is a fragment, it is a mutation auxiliary system exercise that can increase the cultivation speed, and there are some other small uses, not to mention that he is still a god-level exercise." ”

Hearing this, Wang Lung's disappointment disappeared, and was replaced by a face full of excitement, whether it was a fragment or not, this is a god-level exercise, as far as the Tianlong Dynasty and the royal family have a book of heaven-level exercises, and it is also a low-level exercise, which is more than a cut worse than his own god-level exercises.

"Then you gather the spirit first, let me see what your spirit seal is, go!" the old man urged, the impatient expression on his face, and he was almost about to drive people away.

"This old man's face changes so quickly", Wang Lung muttered, then sat up, and the god-level exercises in his mind appeared.

"All things are born, the aura is resisted, the spirit is condensed, and the spirit is manifested. Give me a gathering".

Wang Lung shouted, the spiritual power in his body began to condense from his limbs to the dantian, and a small cyclone was slowly rotating, and after a while, the original nail-sized cyclone became the size of a fist, and the cyclone slowly stopped.

"This cyclone of mine is even bigger than those so-called geniuses, and Wang Lung is really happy to see the huge cyclone in his body, after so many years, he can finally fade the name of waste. As far as he knew, the cyclone condensed by the high-level geniuses of Tiankeng Town was not even a tenth of his own, "Continue", Wang Lung knew that now was not the time to be happy, so he put away his smile and began to gather the most critical step of the spirit gathering "Spirit Gathering Seal".

The quality of the spirit seal determines the limit that a person can achieve in his life, Zhang Tianchao of Tiankeng Town, because the spirit seal he can form is a six-grade star-chasing sword, so he is called a super genius, and he is also accepted as a registered disciple by the Sword Sect, one of the five sects.

The five sects can rival the existence of the royal family of the Tianlong Dynasty, and they can be accepted as apprentices, so you can imagine how extraordinary the six grades are. Because of this incident, the Zhang family has grown from a second-rate force to the first family in Tiankeng Town, which has faintly surpassed the Wang family and the Li family.

The cyclone that stopped spinning in Wang Lung's body was under the control of Wang Lung, carving the "first stroke" of the spirit seal, Wang Lung tried his best to control the cyclone carving, and waved the first stroke, and the sweat on his forehead proved that he was not easy at the moment.

Soon, Wang Lung waved out the "second stroke", the action was also accelerated accordingly, seeing the experience of the first stroke, the second stroke was much easier to portray, the third stroke, the fourth stroke Wang Lung's movements became more and more proficient, and soon a hundred strokes were depicted, and the cyclone in Wang Lung's dantian was almost negligible, and at the same time, the prototype of a tower was suspended in the dantian.

"Five-grade Earth Spirit Tower", Wang Lung was a little disappointed, he thought there would be better quality, "But Wupin is okay", Wang Lung immediately regained his self-confidence, he believed that the level of the spirit seal could not be a hindrance to his steps from becoming a strong man.

"What five grades? You kid is too uninformed, this is clearly the Nine Rank Town Xuan Pagoda", the old man was a little surprised to see Wang Lung condense the Nine Rank Spirit Seal, in his cognition, Wang Lung condensed the maximum Eight Rank Spirit Seal. In his doubts, he heard that Wang Lung actually regarded the Nine Rank Spirit Seal Town Xuan Pagoda as the Five Rank Spirit Seal Spirit Tower, and couldn't help but sneer.

"What!" Wang Lung heard the old man's words, and regardless of his sarcasm, he hurriedly checked it, and after a while, he showed a happy smile. "Yes, this is the Jiupin Lingyin Zhenxuan Tower, the tower has nine floors and seven windows, and it is indeed the "Zhenxuan Tower", not the "Earth Spirit Tower" with five floors and three windows.

Wang Lung didn't take a closer look just now, and the bigger reason was that he didn't have confidence in his waste physique, and this Zhenxuan Pagoda and the Earth Spirit Pagoda were relatively similar, so Wang Lung didn't think about the Nine Rank Spirit Seal at first, and couldn't help but be overjoyed when he looked at the prototype of the tower he had depicted.

"Now I'm also a spirit disciple", Wang Lung felt the spiritual power flowing to the dantian in the meridians, and his whole body was full of strength, and he was confident that he could easily smash the stone to smash it now.

The old man made a strange handprint, a strange energy fluctuation surged in all directions, the earth was stirring, the pale yellow earth cracked a hole, and a black tower as black as ink rose quickly from the crack, and after a while, the tower shape was clearly visible. The giant tower reaches into the sky, and a mighty breath rushes towards it, giving people a sense of antiquity.

"Go ahead, show me how powerful your spirit seal can be. The old man waved his hand, and the door of the black tower slowly opened.

"Let's go, let's see how strong I am now!" Wang Lung muttered, and with the old man's look full of anticipation, he walked quickly into the Black Tower.

On the first floor of the Black Tower, Wang Lung saw a prairie, and the huge grass was glowing with green light, and it was silent, which looked extremely weird. "How to start the test, I was in such a hurry that I forgot to ask the old man", Wang Lung came in and found that he didn't know how to start the test, and was thinking about whether to quit when a voice came.

"One thousand and four testers, welcome to the Tower of Trials, here is the first level, Grassland Hunting, there are three difficulties, easy, ordinary and difficult, please choose your challenge difficulty", a voice came directly into Wang Lung's mind, the voice was very stiff, like the voice of some kind of machine.

"The old man seems to let me choose the highest difficulty", Wang Lung thought about the old man's words, and said without hesitation: "I choose, difficult difficulty."

"Okay, the hard difficulty is about to start for you, you are the three hundred and fourth to choose the hard difficulty", the stiff voice came again. "I'm only more than three hundred, I thought there were very few difficult choices," Wang Lung muttered secretly.

"Hiss, hiss!" was like the sound of gears turning, and I saw that the earth somewhere in the grassland was trapped, and then the second piece, more and more of the earth was trapped, and gradually formed a circle, just encircling Wang Lung in the middle.

One wolf after another walked out of those pits, the wolves walked slowly, those strange sounds, it was the sound made by these wolves, Wang Lung looked carefully, and found that these wolves were not real wolves, but wooden wolves made of wood together, although the speed of the wolves was very slow, but it was really not far from Wang Lung, and after a while, he walked in front of Wang Lung's eyes.

"Just let me see how much strength I have now", Wang Lung clenched his fists, and the spiritual power began to flow from the dantian to the limbs, this strange feeling was completely different from the feeling that he only relied on brute force before, and he only felt that he had inexhaustible strength all over his body, but Wang Lung did not act rashly, he wanted to try the strength of this wooden wolf first.

When the wooden wolf approached Wang Lung, he bit at Wang Lung, and the speed was not comparable to the slow appearance just now.

Wang Lung was almost bitten by this wooden wolf, but fortunately, his reaction was not slow, he quickly dodged, and then threw a punch, this punch hit the wooden wolf, the wooden wolf was shocked out by this huge force, but only after a while, he got up again and walked towards Wang Lung, Wang Lung's punch even made a punch mark on the wolf, which could not be done.

"It's really difficult!" Wang Lung frowned, although the punch just now was not his full strength, it also used sixty percent of his strength, but he didn't expect it to just shake the timber wolf away.

At the same time as the first wooden wolf stood up, the second wooden wolf also bit Wang Lung, and more and more wooden wolves came towards Wang Lung, and Wang Long had a tendency to be besieged.

"Just try my Wang family's Wild Fist", "Wild Fist" is the fundamental reason why the Wang family can become one of the three major families in Tiankeng Town, even if a martial artist has the potential to continue to improve, but if there is no corresponding exercise, then his cultivation realm can only stand still.

"Wild Fist" is a Xuan-level intermediate exercise, which can only be practiced by the head of the Wang family, and before that, Wang Long was trained as the head of the Wang family, so he was naturally qualified to participate in enlightenment. Although he didn't practice again after being tested for a wasted physique, the foundation he laid at the beginning is still there, so it's not effortless to use it now.

"Wild Fist" the first type, all things in heaven and earth, four poles and eight wilderness, give me a split", Wang Lung shouted, a punch burst out, a little starlight burst out from Wang Long's fist, although the starlight is small, it hit the wooden wolf, but it caused a small hole, a trace of aura flowed out of the small hole, and when the last trace of aura was also left, the wooden wolf turned into a pile of sawdust, it turned out that the source of the power of this wooden wolf was aura.

Some of the lost aura converged towards Wang Long, and slowly merged into Wang Lung's body, Wang Lung only felt that the aura in the meridians seemed to have grown a little stronger, and the tower shadow in the sea of consciousness became more and more apparent.

"No wonder I only have the strength of a spirit disciple, the old man let me in, I was puzzled before, but now I understand, while breaking through here, my strength will increase accordingly, this black tower is a great treasure, and I don't know who has such a big deal." Build such a magical black tower. Wang Lung thought to himself.

After getting the benefits, Wang Lung naturally worked harder, no longer blindly defending, but took the initiative to attack, and the "Wild Fist" seemed to restrain these wooden wolves, one, two, soon Wang Lung was piled up with a hill of sawdust, and Wang Lung was still attacking tirelessly, whenever the spiritual power in his body was about to be exhausted, the jade-colored meridians would flow out a trace of strange power, so that Wang Lung's dry dantian was full of spiritual power again, and Wang Lung's strength was gradually improving in this repeated bombardment process.

Soon three months passed, during which Wang Lung didn't know how many wooden wolves he had slaughtered, but his fists fell and fell, and his hands numbly repeated the first form of the wild fist, just when Wang Lung habitually threw a punch again, he found that his punch hit the air, and the surrounding wooden wolves had already been killed, and Wang Lung was also buried by a large number of wood chips.