Chapter 1: The boy who broke into the tower

The sun is scorching, and it's the height of summer. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The scorching sun scorched the whole earth like fire, and from time to time there were bursts of stenching heat waves on the scorched yellow earth, the willows hung low, and the summer cicadas were disgusted, and the heat was unbearable.

In a clearing illuminated by the scorching sun, a towering stone tower stood alone, with countless stone steps on the surface of the tower, leading to the towering spire.

At this time, on the stone tower, a **** boy with an upper body was trying to climb up.

"Tick!"

“......”

The boy was shirtless, letting the scorching sun shine on him. The sweat on his body was soaked out like a spring, and in a blink of an eye, it evaporated, only a little sweat stain dripped on the stone staircase below him, making a crisp and pleasant slamming sound.

The boy's back and neck had been burned red by the scorching sun, apparently burned by the scorching heat. But the boy still stubbornly raised his head and looked up at the steps above, climbing step by step.

The appearance of the teenager is not very handsome, and it can even be said that it is extremely ordinary. However, the tenacity and stubbornness that flashed in those dark and bright eyes added a unique flavor to it, which made people not only look twice.

There seemed to be a huge force in the stone steps at his feet, and the boy had to exert great strength every step he took. The flesh and bones of his whole body trembled slightly, and he tried to take a small step forward, and suddenly a wisp of blood quietly filled the corners of his mouth.

"This kid has obviously condensed the source pattern, but he has also suppressed his own cultivation in the marrow cutting realm, and he deserves to be injured. The gravity at the 200th order is already twenty times that of the usual level, and it is not a casual ......."

Under a banyan tree, a short, ordinary-looking old man twisted his horn beard, shook his head and smiled helplessly.

As he looked at it, he found that the stone tower under the young man's feet was in the shape of a ladder at the top and bottom, about hundreds of zhang high, and the color was blue-gray like ordinary bluestone rock.

But this extremely ordinary bluestone rock seems to have a mysterious magic, making it difficult for people to move an inch on it. At this time, the boy seemed to be like a young eagle stuck to the middle and upper part of the stone tower, unable to spread his wings and could only struggle in it, left and right!

"Wu Feng, if you don't want to open the strength of the Source Pattern Realm, come down, with your current physical strength, it is impossible to compete with the gravity field above the two hundred orders without the source force. ”

The short old man shouted at the young man on the tower with a smile, and when he heard the old man's shout, Wu Feng, who was sweating profusely, frowned, looked up at the peak that seemed to be close at hand, and seemed to be calculating something in his heart, and exhaled heavily after a long time!

There is still a chance......

Wu Feng slowly staggered to his feet with both hands on Qingshi, and after taking a deep breath, his eyes gradually became solemn and sharp.

"Vajra Eight Style, Hammer!"

"Descending the Dragon"

"Fuhu"

“......”

"Crane Push"

......

The move is simple and unpretentious, like a raptor swinging its tail, and like a hungry tiger descending the mountain.

Under the effect of the mysterious heavy field of the stone tower, the whole set of moves is extremely slow, and the whole process seems to be only a few simple actions such as topping, holding, dusting, lifting, carrying and winding, but only a real discerning person can understand the real mystery hidden in this simplicity.

Each of these moves, each style of the technique is used to an extremely fine point, inch by inch to hit, burst incomparably fast! The action is simple, the length is both short and long, the strength is rapid, the collision is tied and the fall is prominent, the elbow method is stacked, and the lower plate is stable.

The old man held a broken fan and shook it twice, looked at Wu Feng in the tower, shook his head and smiled and turned to leave.

Wu Feng gasped heavily, and the green tendons and blood vessels all over his body burst out hideously at this time, as if they might explode at any time!

"It is worthy of the two hundred order, this gravity has already reached twenty times its own! If it weren't for the fact that he had been cultivating in an overweight state for a long time, this huge pressure would definitely turn him into a mass of blood and mud.

But if I can adapt to the gravity here, I will definitely be able to reach an incredible level of flesh and speed. ”

Wu Feng secretly thought that the muscles of his whole body were waving harder.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, Wu Feng felt the heaviness of his brain more and more, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the muscles of his whole body were like being crushed by a boulder, and the pain was incomparable.

"No more...... Whew...... If I keep going like this, I'm afraid I'll have to hang here. ”

Wu Feng only felt as if his heart was being pinched by a pair of giant hands, and it might explode into a cloud of blood mist at any time.

I didn't have time to think about it, I jumped up, my body suddenly left the surface of the stone tower, and drew a graceful arc in the air and fell towards the ground at great speed, like a huge mountain in the sea, the suffocating gravity turned into nothingness in an instant, and with a "bang", Wu Feng fell to the ground.

Trembling, Wu Feng took out a pitch-black pill with difficulty, hesitated for a long time and then took it back again, endured the swelling pain all over his body, and began to meditate and recover with his knees crossed.

As he sat down, a pale white mist visible to the naked eye between heaven and earth began to slowly condense around Wu Feng and merge into his body at a specific speed.

Wu Feng's pale face gradually became a little ruddy, the twitching green tendons on his forehead slowly calmed down, and the injuries suffered by the internal organs in his body also slowly recovered at this moment, and unconsciously, an hour passed by with his fingers.

"Wu Feng came to the lobby. ”

The familiar old voice suddenly echoed in his ears, Wu Feng opened his eyes, glanced at his hands and said to himself: "This internal injury is quite serious, and it is estimated that it will take two or three hours to recuperate." But ......"

Wu Feng shook his hands, and his eyes flashed.

"The Vajra Eight Style is worthy of being the secret of Master Feng, although I don't know the level, but after this period of practice, the power will definitely not be lower than the spirit level advanced martial arts. ”

"The most important thing is to sharpen your physical fitness, and when the injury is healed, it is not impossible to reach the top of the tower with all your might. ”

Casually draped in a robe, Wu Feng stood up and walked outside, he couldn't help but think in his heart, this time is usually the time for his own cultivation, what happened to Master Feng when he asked him to go out?

And the three-year covenant is coming soon, and I... Can he become a disciple of Master Feng......

A wave of spatial ripples appeared in front of Wu Feng, and the next moment, he stepped directly into it. When he reappeared, Wu Feng had already appeared in front of a rockery in a courtyard.

"Master Feng is worthy of being one of the three major formation masters in Bluestone City, and this hidden array is really seamless. ”

Wu Feng glanced at the rockery behind him and said in admiration, although it was not the first time he stepped in, he would be amazed by this magical scene every time. In the entire Bluestone City, no one knew the name of the fourth-order formation master Feng Qingyang.

And the fourth-order array mage is a powerful existence comparable to the Yuan Infant Realm, and in the entire Bluestone City, I don't know how many teenagers want to break their scalps and want to become the disciples of the Wind Master, but this Wind Master seems to have a rather strange style, and he actually claims to talk about fate to the outside world. So, Wu Feng himself didn't know what was going on, so he became a registered disciple of Master Feng in a daze.

And if you want to become a true official disciple, you have to climb to the top of that strange stone pagoda...

"Wu Bai, Wu Hua......" Wu Feng seemed to remember something, his face was slightly gloomy, and his hands suddenly creaked......

......

He lowered his head and thought all the way, and as soon as he approached the lobby, Wu Feng heard a hearty laugh.

"Old man Feng, this place is much more comfortable than the ancient plain, right?

Immediately after, Feng Qingyang's familiar laughter sounded, "Ruzun said that he laughed, although life here is comfortable, but after all, the source qi is thin and cannot be compared with Gu Yuan." ”

"Okay, okay! Don't talk nonsense here from your two hometowns, I said Fengzun, why hasn't that kid arrived yet? Our two families have come all the way to this remote place, don't slap us!"

Another loud voice directly overpowered the previous conversation, and said a little impatiently.

"How can that be? This agreement was jointly formulated by our three bigwigs ten years ago, old man, I don't have the courage to violate this agreement......" Feng Qingyang smiled, and said: "Usually this time is the point of his cultivation, I have already sent a message to call him here, you two might as well drink tea and wait for a while." ”

Wu Feng, who was standing outside the door, already knew very well who was talking about it when he heard this, took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firm, and he pushed the door directly. Suddenly, everyone's eyes in the lobby were focused on him.

"Hehe, isn't this coming?" Feng Qingyang sat at the head of the lobby, and said with a smile when he saw Wu Feng pushing the door in.

As soon as he entered the door, Wu Feng immediately felt that there were no less than five fingers of unfamiliar eyes in the room converging on him. Moreover, the two gazes made Wu Feng feel like he was breathless in the face of a towering mountain.

The scalp suddenly exploded, and my heart was shocked!

Turning his head, these two eyes were owned by an old man with a gray beard and fairy bones and a middle-aged man wearing a bewitching red emperor robe.

But from them, Wu Feng didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of source power at all, as if the feeling before was his own illusion.

But the more this was the case, the throbbing in Wu Feng's heart became bigger and stronger. His intuition told him that these two people were definitely strong people, and even if they looked at the entire Han Empire, they were also strong people.

Because of this feeling, even in the martial mansion, the powerful mansion master, he had never felt it.

His gaze moved away from the two of them, but immediately Wu Feng's pupils suddenly shrank again! His heart seemed to be caught, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. A shock that was stronger than facing the white-bearded old man and the man in the fiery emperor robe quietly permeated his heart at this moment.

Wu Feng stood there in a daze, his mind was full of the snow-white in front of him, and beside the gray-bearded old man, the jade shadow stood quietly.

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ps: I solemnly promise that the content of this book is original, the plot is purely fictional, and it must not be connected with reality!