"Rank 0 Samurai!"

Seeing the four big characters on the test spirit stone, Ye Feng's expression was sluggish, his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, with a slight force, his nails penetrated into his palms, overflowing bright red, and his heart was dripping blood.

Seven years, seven years have passed, and Ye Feng is still unable to gather spiritual energy and re-cultivate.

"Ye Feng, level 0 samurai, unqualified!"

An old man casually glanced at the test stone and said the result, as if it were expected.

"This waste, the dantian is damaged, and it is estimated that you will not be able to cultivate for the rest of your life!"

"It's a pity, every year his aunt sends him so many natural treasures, and wastes such good resources in vain!"

"A genius, a waste talent, I really doubt that there is a blood relationship between them!"

......

As expected, there were a series of mocking voices around them, and those were all warriors who had come to watch and conduct the test.

"Auntie!"

Whenever this name was mentioned, Ye Fengxin Lake was like a heavy stone being pressed, and he couldn't breathe.

His aunt's name is Lin Xian'er, only two years older than Ye Feng, the two actually have no blood relationship, when Ye Feng was not born, his father picked it up from outside, and later, Ye Feng's parents left for some reason, leaving only Ye Feng and his aunt, relying on each other.

Just seven years ago, in front of Ye Feng's house, a cold-faced female Taoist came and said that Lin Xian'er had the body of a heavenly phoenix and wanted to forcibly take it away. Ye Feng was ten years old at the time, and he only knew that Lin Xian'er was his only relative, so he naturally refused to agree, and during the pulling, he was knocked down by the female Taoist with a palm, and when he woke up, he found that his aunt was no longer there.

What hit Ye Feng was that his body was in condition, his dantian was seriously damaged, like a funnel, one in and one out, unable to gather aura, even the third-level cultivation that he cultivated ten years ago did not advance or retreat, and he was soon reduced to: zero-level warrior.

"Qingyang Sect!"

Subsequently, Ye Feng inquired about his aunt's whereabouts, and Lin Xian'er entered a sect called Qingyang Sect and became a core disciple of key cultivation, and that female Taoist was the vice president of Qingyang Sect and had high authority.

In the past seven years, Ye Feng sought medical treatment everywhere, wanting to heal the injury of the dantian, in order to join the Qingyang Sect and see his aunt again, but unfortunately everything was in vain and he died without illness.

Although every year Aunt Lin Xian'er would ask people to bring some heavenly and earthly treasures, Ye Feng still couldn't cultivate and couldn't become a martial artist, which meant that he couldn't enter the Qingyang Sect.

The distance between Ye Feng and his aunt is only one Qingyang Sect.

"Those who have just passed the test will report to the Qingyang Sect in ten days and participate in the audition, and if they pass the audition, they will be able to become a real disciple of the Qingyang Sect!"

After the old man in charge of the test dropped a sentence, he left, of course, not for Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, don't be delusional, with you as a person who has been abolished in the dantian, you will never be able to cultivate, and you will never be able to enter the Qingyang Sect!"

In a moment, a group of people walked over, led by a burly man, with a long fierce look, and the most obvious place was a long knife mark on the side of his face.

He and Ye Feng belong to the same village, they are the village tyrants here, known as Brother Scar, who usually likes to bully the weak, forcibly occupy them, fight and rob sex, and do all kinds of evil.

"You don't have to worry about my business!"

Although Ye Feng was disappointed, his heart was more strong, his parents were not there, if even the only relative was gone, then what was the point of living.

"Yo, you kid is still floating, I came to discuss something with you!"

Brother Scar has a smile on his face, but anyone can see that it is very fake.

"What?"

Ye Feng is indifferent, he has nothing to do, and he is either a traitor or a thief.

"Look at how this is, you are a person who can't cultivate, anyway, you get countless resources from your aunt every year, and it's a waste, why don't I cultivate instead of you and enter the Qingyang Sect, if necessary, I can also replace you and spend ...... with your aunt's cave room!"

Brother Scar's smile was even brighter, as bright as a piece of Xiang, he had heard a few days ago that Ye Feng and his aunt were not related at all.

"Shut up, beast!"

Ye Feng was angry as an aunt, no matter what others said about him, but he couldn't say his aunt, even if he stained his reputation.

My aunt is against the scales, and she will be angry when she touches it.

"Boy, don't you toast and don't eat and drink, I kindly discussed with you, you don't appreciate it, then don't blame me for being rude, boys, call me!"

Brother Scar turned his face faster than a book, tore his face, revealing a hideous look, and then waved it to his subordinates behind him.

"Yes, Brother Scar!"

The people on all sides covered their mouths, looked at Ye Feng with their eyes, like prey, and surrounded them.

"Bang bang bang ......!"

Ye Feng resisted desperately, but he had no choice but to cultivate, and in the face of many martial artists, he had no power to fight back, and became a chicken under the claws of the eagle, allowing him to slaughter.

Eventually, the pain in his heart caused him to lose consciousness.

"Brother Scar, this kid seems to be dizzy!"

"Find someone to throw him into the valley and feed him to the wolves!"

"This kid has not found any natural treasures!"

"Let's go to his room and see where those resources are hidden!"

......

Soon, Brother Scar took the group of people and broke into Ye Feng's residence and looted it on a large scale.

Leaving one person behind, he dragged Ye Feng into a barren forest and threw it aside casually.

Two hours later.

"Am I dead? Where is this?"

Ye Feng opened his eyes, looked around, and found a strange place.

To be precise, he was standing in front of a giant tower, which was very high and very high, as if it was connected to heaven and earth, and the peak could not be seen at a glance.

"Congratulations to this son, you have become the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth of this tower...... Temporary host!"

The tower door was pushed open, and out came a white-bearded old man with a spring breeze on his face, but he looked a little obscene, and said while calculating with his dry fingers.

"Master, temporary?"

Ye Feng frowned, his face confused.

I've never heard of a tower so tall, and it seems that the previous owner of this tower is a little too much.

"This tower, named the Nine Heavenly Tower, is the most mysterious existence on the Nine Heavenly Continent...... Fear of the Soul!"

The obscene old man stretched out a hand and motioned for Ye Feng to enter.

"What do you mean? How can you win the world and be afraid of it?"

Ye Feng is a little messy, it's like giving you a red date to eat, and then slapping you in the face.

"It means that you can use this tower to speed up the pace of cultivation, but if you don't meet the requirements of this tower, or violate the rules of the tower, you will be strangled in the cradle, and you will fall into a state of no return!"

The lewd old man lightly tried his long white beard and replied lightly.