Under the Babel Tower of Vermilion Bird City, a young man in red and a young monk were standing.

"May I ask what the young man is doing here?" the monk stood in front of the red-clothed young man with his hands folded.

"Of course I'm here to break into the tower!" Meng Fengxing roared violently.

"Do you know that this Tower of Babel can be broken into if you want to?" the young monk said slowly.

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Meng Fengxing shouted angrily.

I saw that as soon as Meng Fengxing finished roaring, the spear in his hand stabbed at the young monk.

The monk stood on tiptoe, dodged slightly sideways, and said disdainfully, "Oh, away from the fire sparrow?"

The monk fell to the other side.

"Yes, if you can overcome me today, you will be able to pass me. I am the ruler of the first floor of the Tower of Babel. The young monk said loudly.

"Why is there so much nonsense in this first layer, it really makes people's scalp tingle!" Meng Fengxing said.

At this time, the monk was also ready for battle.

"Luohan Demon Fist!"

The young monk punched him hard.

I saw Meng Fengxing immediately dodge sideways, standing on tiptoe and stepping on the monk's shoulder and flying.

"Falling to the sky!"

At this time, the fire sparrow in Meng Fengxing's hand had turned into a very domineering spear qi, and it slammed into the young monk on the ground from a high place.

At this time, the monk tiptoed lightly and directly dodged Meng Fengxing's powerful blow.

"A blow to the sky! What a blow to the sky! Yes, it's kind of interesting. The monk smiled slightly.

"Your pace just now is fast enough!" Meng Fengxing felt that it was not simple, and concentrated his energy.

"What an interesting boy!" the young monk grinned slightly.

"You little monk, how dare you be so arrogant!" Meng Fengxing said loudly and angrily.

"Oh, angry, just right, look at how capable you are!" said the young monk disdainfully.

"Flying Flame Infinite Marksmanship!"

Meng Fengxing clenched the spear in his hand and stabbed the young monk in front of him violently.

"Prajna Heart Bell!"

I saw the young monk clasp his hands together, and a huge golden bell appeared around his body, enveloping the young monk.

"Dang!" "Dang!"

I saw that Meng Fengxing's spear had already confronted the young monk's "Prajna Heart Bell", making a crisp sound of metal colliding.

"What a heart bell, but it's really hard enough, see if I don't pierce your broken bell!" Meng Fengxing clenched the spear in his hand and slammed forward.

"Dang!"

With this blow, Meng Fengxing took ten steps back.

It seems that this young man can't break my "Prajna Heart Bell". I think it's better to go back as soon as possible, I haven't even passed the first floor, it's really a shame!" said the young monk very arrogantly.

"Go back, impossible! See if I don't pierce your broken bell!" At this time, Meng Fengxing was full of anger and yelled angrily.

"Oh, I look like I'm angry. The young monk muttered quietly.

"Flying Flame Infinite Marksmanship!"

I saw Meng Fengxing stabbing at the young monk again, but this time it was different, every gun qi was a few points more domineering than before, and he could faintly feel a wave of anger, like a ball of fire burning.

"You can't break my 'Prajna Heart Clock', save some effort!" the young monk said slowly.

"Yes, don't underestimate people too much!" Meng Fengxing said loudly and angrily.

At this time, the young monk's surroundings were already full of flames before he knew it. Suddenly, Meng Fengxing stood on tiptoe and soared into the air, stabbing at the young monk, and a burst of fire instantly exploded towards the "Heart Bell", and then slowly bounced away.

"This kid...... What a wasted effort. Wait a minute...... What about others?" the monk frowned.

"My master told me that a soldier is king with a gun, and swordsmanship and sword skills can be ever-changing, but only marksmanship can survive in a desperate situation!" Meng Fengxing roared loudly, "On your head, stinky monk, fall to the sky!"

I saw that at this time, Meng Fengxing was soaring in the air, surrounded by raging fire, and the spear in his hand turned into a huge firebird, and the young monk on the ground slammed it.

Only this time!

"Not good!" the young monk panicked.

At this moment, his "Prajna Heart Bell" had been shattered by Meng Fengxing's powerful blow, but Meng Fengxing's blow did not stop, however, he did not aim at the young monk, but at the land around the young monk.

The monk was suddenly shaken out of the distance of ten meters.

The flames that were burning all over Meng Fengxing's body at this time also slowly retreated, looking at the monk.

"Thank you for the young man's mercy!" said the young monk with his hands folded respectfully.

"No thanks, my master said that you can't have the intention of killing. Meng Fengxing clasped his hands in front of his chest.

"Your marksmanship is good, may I ask who your master is?" the young monk asked softly.

"Master Gun Saint Baili Donggui!" Meng Fengxing said loudly, his face a little proud.

"It turned out to be a disciple of the Spear Saint, no wonder he has such potential, your master's old man is quite accurate. The young monk smiled slightly.

"What? Why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you convinced? I still want to go to the second level. Meng Fengxing said irritably.

"Serve! The boy beat me today, and he still has the love not to kill me. If I don't accept it, I should accept it!" said the young monk with his hands folded and respectfully.

"Convinced, then I can go up to the second floor?" Meng Fengxing said eagerly.

"Yes, then I'll give way, and ask the boy to go up to the second floor! But I have a piece of advice, the second level is not as easy as mine, please be more careful!" the young monk moved out of the way and said slowly.

"Got it, that's a lot of nonsense! Meng Fengxing said impatiently.

At this time, Meng Fengxing was running up the second ladder.

"Alas, why does this kid keep talking nonsense about me. The young monk muttered to himself helplessly.

At this time, Meng Fengxing had already reached the second layer.

At this time, Meng Fengxing saw an old monk in front of him, and said impatiently, "My God, why is it a monk again? Or an old monk? Could it be that this Babel Tower is full of monks? What are you doing?"

"Hahaha...... Young man, the Tower of Babel is full of monks? You have just reached the second floor, how do you know that this Tower of Babel is full of monks?" I saw the old monk with one hand behind his back, and the other hand lightly twisted the Buddha beads and looked at Meng Fengxing, and smiled slightly.

"Presumably you have passed the first layer, and you defeated that young monk?" the old monk asked slowly as he looked at Meng Fengxing.

"Yes, you'll be the next one to hit!" Meng Fengxing roared arrogantly.

"Oh, I didn't expect my junior brother to be so angry, he was defeated by a little boy. However, you just said that I will be the next to fight, then I want to see what you are capable of!" The old monk's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his tone gradually became heavier.

"You monks, what a lot of nonsense, are there so many nonsense monks?" Meng Fengxing shouted.

At this time, as soon as Meng Fengxing's spear came out, it had already stabbed the old monk's chest.

"Prajna Heart Bell!"

At this time, I saw that a huge bell immediately appeared next to the old monk, enveloping him, just like the moves of the young monk on the first layer just now.

"Pranya Heart Bell, it's this broken thing again, I have already been defeated at the first layer, and you dare to use this kind of broken move!" Meng Fengxing stepped back, and at the same time was very arrogant.

"Hahaha...... Defeated by you on the first layer, it was just my junior brother's Prajna Heart Bell, the old man's Prajna Heart Bell is not the same, you can come and try it!" the old monk smiled slightly with a kind face.

"Try it, try it!" Meng Fengxing roared angrily, slamming his spear in his hand.

"Flying Flame Infinite Marksmanship!"

Suddenly, Meng Fengxing clenched the spear in his hand and stabbed the old monk violently.

"The gun is a good gun, and the marksmanship is also good, but this is the only ability? It seems that I have really lost face for my junior brother, with your ability, it will not be a problem for the old man to fight ten!" said the old monk contemptuously.

"Hit ten, then you can see how I beat you!" Meng Fengxing shouted.

I saw that Meng Fengxing was just like when he was fighting on the first floor, and suddenly, he jumped into the sky and stabbed at the "Pranya Heart Bell", and a stream of flames was bounced away in an instant, but this was enough to blind the old monk's vision.

"Falling to the sky!"

Meng Fengxing suddenly slammed into the sky, just like when he had just been on the first layer.

With a "boom", the "Prajna Heart Bell" was shattered.

"You rely on this kind of little trick to defeat my junior brother, hahaha! I said, my heart is different!" The old monk stood indifferent in the face of Meng Fengxing's powerful blow, and laughed loudly.

"Rise again!"

Suddenly, another huge bell enveloped the old monk, and it bounced Meng Fengxing away more than ten meters away.

"What?, another heart bell?" Meng Fengxing was shocked and panicked.

By this time, sweat had penetrated his whole body.

"Hahaha...... How is it, this young man, is my Prajna heart clock different?" the old monk laughed loudly.

"Don't be proud, you stinky old man!" Meng Fengxing said angrily, clenching the spear in his hand and stabbing forward violently.

"If you can break my heart today, the old man will let you pass the second floor!" the old monk stood indifferently and said arrogantly.

"Okay, once the word is spoken, the horse is hard to chase!" Meng Fengxing shouted loudly.

Meng Fengxing continued to stab forward with the method of hitting the young monk on the first layer, and then shattered the old monk's "Prajna Heart Bell" with a slam blow in the sky.

"Rise again!"

"Crush me!"

"It's useless, my Prajna Heart Clock is innumerable, you can't finish it, unless you break my two Prajna Heart Bells at once!" the old monk still stood still and smiled slightly.

"I'm going to break your broken bell today!" Meng Fengxing roared angrily.

Once...... Twice...... Three times......

Again and again, Meng Fengxing could only break one bell at a time, and then was forced to bounce away by the next bell.

"No, we have to think of a way!" At this time, Meng Fengxing was already out of breath.

I saw that he was almost tired and fell to the ground, and the sweat kept dripping.

"One more time!" Meng Fengxing roared angrily and rushed forward.

"Crush me!"

"Rise again!"

"Bang".

At this time, Meng Fengxing flew out and fell to the ground, and the fire sparrow in his hand had been shaken away and fell aside.

"That's all you can do! Let's go back!" the old monk said slowly, turning around and wanting to leave.

At this time, Meng Fengxing was almost tired.

He fell to the ground, looked at the fire sparrow that had fallen next to him, and said in surprise, "There is a way!"

Suddenly, Meng Fengxing got up.

"I said, I must break your broken bell!" Meng Fengxing picked up the fire sparrow again and shouted loudly at the old monk.

"Oh, I got up, and I still seem to be able to do something. The old monk turned around and said arrogantly.

"Flying Flame Infinite Marksmanship!"

"It's boring again!" said the old monk contemptuously.

"Then you're watching!" Meng Fengxing shouted.

I saw Meng Fengxing just like just now, gently standing on tiptoe and flying into the sky.

"Falling to the sky!"

Meng Feng struck at the old monk.

"Broken!

"Rise again!"

After stabbing him, Meng Fengxing threw the fire sparrow in his hand into the sky, and his index finger and ring finger were together.

"Crush me!"

"It's not good!" the old monk suddenly exclaimed.

I saw that the old monk's heart bell had been shattered twice, and he stepped back suddenly.

"Flying Flame Infinite Marksmanship!"

At this time, as soon as the fire sparrow in the sky fell, Meng Fengxing held it tightly in his hand.

"Ahh

"Bang!"

This time, the old monk's heart bell was completely shattered by Meng Fengxing's spear.

"Three! Accept it or not!" Meng Fengxing said loudly.

By this time he was sweating profusely and was so tired that he fell to his knees.

"Three! Hahahaha! Good marksmanship, I can't imagine that the boy can point a gun, it seems that your gun intent can already be turned into a gun without a gun. The old monk stroked his beard and smiled.

"So, let me go up to the third floor!" Meng Fengxing said hurriedly.

"Hahaha! Once the word is uttered, the horse is hard to chase! The old man will make way for you. The old monk said slowly, stood to the side, and made way for him.

"This little boy, the third layer can be different from the first two layers, so I hope to be more careful. The old monk advised.

At this time, Meng Fengxing had reached the third layer.

"This, why is there no one?" Meng Fengxing touched his head and wondered.

I saw a tea set in front of me, and a few dice on the table.

"This young man, are you tired, let's have a cup of tea!" Out of nowhere, a graceful man in white appeared, smiling politely.