The appearance of the figure condensed again is basically similar to that of the previous boy, but slightly older. Of course, this point is relatively speaking, and it is still much smaller than Lu Sheng. If the boy before was 13 or 14 years old, then he is 14 or 15 years old now. As soon as the young figure appeared, he took the initiative to attack Lu Sheng. The fist is fierce, with an indomitable momentum. "Boom—" The young man's fist hit a heavy palm hard, without causing any waves. With a calm expression on Lu Sheng's face, he shrank his five fingers, grabbed the boy's fist and gently pulled it back. The boy staggered and bumped into his arms~. Lu Sheng slightly raised his elbow...
"boom!" The boy's chest exploded, and he fell down slowly with his eyes lifeless. Lu Sheng pushed aside the young man's "corpse" at will, and in the process of dissipating the "corpse", he felt his mental power being drawn. More this time than before. "Almost got it." "I have considered before that the trial of the Wusheng Tower may be related to the aspect of spiritual power and will. But what I have never figured out is that if you want to provide so many people with spiritual trials for many years, even the will of the Martial Saint should have been exhausted long ago. Why can the Wusheng Pagoda last forever?" "It turns out that there is a 'fee'. This 'fee' is the spiritual power of the person entering the tower. Every time you pass a level, you have to collect a corresponding bit of mental power, which is used to stimulate the brand in the martial saint's will and generate an opponent. Maybe the person who enters the tower pays more spiritual power every time, otherwise the will of the martial saint contained in the martial saint tower will not be so huge..." Thinking about it this way, Lu Sheng somewhat understands why the annual enrollment of the Seventh Saint Martial University is not as good as that of the other six Saint Martial Colleges. Because the Wusheng towers of the other six Shengwu universities were built longer than the seventh Shengwu university, the Wusheng will in the tower will snowball bigger and stronger, and the effect of entering the Wusheng tower trial will be better. Although it is said that Tan Zhongyu is the founder of the Seventh Saint Martial Arts University, he is also the only existing Martial Dao Saint of the Seventh Saint Martial Arts University. Theoretically, he is in charge of all the affairs of the seven Shengwu University at the same time. No matter which university in the Qisheng Dali breaks the record of the Wusheng Pagoda, there is a chance to be summoned and inherited by him. "Under the same opportunity, it is understandable to choose an environment with better cultivation conditions... Tan Zhongyu, as the founder of the Seventh Saint Martial University, in order to show his mind, he will even give more resources to the other six Saint Martial Colleges. Not impossible. It's like when other people's children came to visit the house when they were young, parents generally give priority to delicious and fun things to the guests, which is a reason. "If my analysis of the Wusheng Pagoda is correct, is the source of the dream space also the same principle..."
Lu Sheng stretched out his hand casually, grabbed the boy's head that was condensed for the third time, and squeezed it violently. "The dream space may also be generated according to the will of one, or many martial arts experts. Although the dream space is much better than the martial arts tower, but similarly, there will be too many martial arts experts in the next 10,000 years. Ninth-level martial saints are as numerous as stars, and there are even tenth-level and eleventh-level powerhouses. How powerful is the will if it is all integrated? It is not impossible to directly construct a world of spiritual power! The Fire Seed Project should not simply contain martial arts materials for 10,000 years..." The more Lu Sheng thought about it, the more he realized it was possible. Unknowingly, he killed the teenagers condensed in the space several times. Spiritual power is extracted every time, but this amount of spiritual power is just a drop in the bucket for him who is close to the sixth level of spiritual power and has two master wills. It's just that the only thing that Lu Sheng doesn't have in common is... "How did the dream space choose me? And why did it choose me?..." As his strength continued to grow, Lu Sheng finally began to try to think about the origin of the dream space. But like many things in the world, the more Lu Sheng understood, the more confused he became. He seemed to be standing in a circle, and as his own strength became stronger, the circle became bigger, and the unknown outside the circle he could touch gradually increased. "never mind……" "boom!" With a light punch, Lu Sheng shattered the boy in front of him who had grown to be about the same age as him, shook his head and said: "These questions are too far away for me now, let's talk about it after taking every step in front of me." .” Lu Sheng took a deep breath, temporarily put aside the complicated thoughts in his mind, and focused on the trial in front of him. "Trials with martial saints as templates, experience the thrill of competing with martial arts saints in different periods, I am a little excited..." Lu Sheng's eyes brightened slightly, looking at the human figure that had condensed countless times in front of him, the fighting spirit in his chest was ignited bit by bit. He has fought many grandmasters in the dream space, but they are only grandmasters after all. This is the first time for a ninth-level Martial Saint. Moreover, it was perfectly reproduced, a ninth-level martial saint with all the strengths of different periods. "Feel how big the gap is between Wu Sheng and me when he was young." The people condensed in this space are almost the same age as Lu Sheng. The young man with a slender figure, ordinary facial features, and a pair of extremely bright eyes rushed towards Lu Sheng quickly, like an arrow leaving the string. Lu Sheng stood still, turned his head slightly, and the wind whizzed past his cheeks. His face was calm, and various materials about Tan Zhongyu slid across his mind.
"Martial Saint Tan Zhongyu has a family education, and his father is a sixth-level martial artist. Practice martial arts at the age of ten, and become famous as a teenager, and reach the fourth level at the age of seventeen, and become famous in a province" Lu Sheng's figure kept changing, the boy kept punching him, but he couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes. Suddenly, Lu Sheng got down. With his right hand, he lightly grasped the boy's fist, met the startled eyes of the other party, and said to himself: "Level 4 is almost to level 5, so I am beating Tan Zhongyu, who is about 17 or 18 years old now." With Lu Sheng's palm, the boy's chest collapsed, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string. Reappeared, already a few years older. His eyes were burning, and the greenness on his face disappeared. As soon as the figure condensed, Lu Sheng's figure appeared in front of him like a ghost, reaching out and grabbing the nest's neck fiercely. "The fifth grade is less than the sixth grade. It seems that Tan Zhongyu is in his twenties, and he is already in college..." Lu Sheng broke "Tan Zhongyu"'s neck casually. Tan Zhongyu, who appeared next, held a long knife in his hand, showing his sharp temperament. "This is the beginning of knife learning" Lu Sheng flickered, commenting and punching. The fist wind howled, tearing the air, smashing people and knives together. "This is a small achievement in the Dao of the Sword" "This is another breakthrough" Next, Lu Sheng beat Tan Zhongyu to death one after another in different periods. Every Tan Zhongyu survived a trick in his hands. 0 looking for flowers...... It was killed in seconds almost as soon as it came out. .... A young man in his thirties appeared in front of Lu Sheng. The young man's face is calm, his breath is steady, he holds a pair of knives, and his eyes are as warm as jade, giving people a feeling that the sharpness has been washed away and the lead is washed away. Lu Sheng's eyes lit up when he saw the young man. "Thirty-two-year-old Tan Zhongyu, the pinnacle of the sixth level, has achieved swordsmanship. He is known as the number one person under the master of his generation!" "Okay, okay..." As Lu Sheng spoke, he moved his hands and fingers slowly.
"It is said that Martial Sage Tan Zhongyu is a late bloomer, and did not show the image of a saint until he was about to step into the realm of a master. Let me take a good look at the strength of the so-called number one person under the Grandmaster, the Image of the Saint..." Dazzling golden light burst out from Lu Sheng's body, and a terrifying aura erupted from him like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and his whole body was like a rapidly rising sun. Even the young Tan Zhongyu had a look of emotion in his eyes. In the tide of golden light, Lu Sheng came from the sky. Looking at the young Tan Zhongyu in front of him, he smiled. "Both at the sixth level, if I use a gun, it will be regarded as bullying you. I will tear you up empty-handed..." ......0 "Pass...passed." Looking at the huge screen, behind Miao Renxiong's name, the number twenty-one quietly changed to twenty-two. The faces of the students of the Seventh Saint Martial Arts University all changed. There were shocks, but more were still ugly. Miao Renxiong's result is very close to the best record of the Seventh Sacred Martial Arts University in the history of Wu Sheng Pagoda. If Miao Renxiong passes another floor, he will reach the twenty-third floor. Completely tied the historical record of their seventh Shengwu University. Then guarding the tower this time is not just a simple matter of losing the privilege of the Wusheng Tower for a year, and losing face for their old students. Before the record is refreshed, Miao Renxiong's name will always be high on the list of historical records of the Wusheng Pagoda, overwhelming their entire seventh Shengwu University. And their old students will also become "sinners" of the Seventh Saint Martial University! What a shame! face off! But... powerless. "Yi Xuan..." The old students around Chen Yixuan were a little anxious. "Don't worry, Yu Ren Nan is not that strong yet. The twenty-second floor is the Dao threshold, the peak of the sixth level, and Tan Wusheng, who was in the period of Xiaocheng Dao of the Sword, can't be defeated by just anyone. He Miao Renxiong, no way. " Even though Chen Yixuan said so, his face was still solemn.
He only made a guess based on his own strength, and had never fought against Miao Renxiong, so he couldn't judge the upper limit of Miao Renxiong's strength at all. just in case.. What if Miao Renxiong was lucky? Although Tan Zhongyu is a martial sage, he is a representative of late bloomers, and his strength in his youth is not extremely outstanding. The pace of development of martial arts is constant, and there are still a few amazing talents who can be stronger than Tan Zhongyu at the same stage. The seventh holy martial arts senior who once set a record in the Wusheng Pagoda is the best proof. If Miao Renxiong exists like this... Chen Yixuan didn't dare to think further. At this moment, there were bursts of surprised whispers in my ears. "This Lu Sheng's speed of breaking through the level is so fast, it has already reached more than ten floors..." Chen Yixuan's expression changed, and he looked towards the bottom of the big screen. .
