Outside the tower, above the void, the face of Holy Master Xuanji shrouded in radiance returned to a smile at some point.
"The sixth level, since you can pass smoothly and let this sect see you as invincible in the future, then the seventh level, this sect is really looking forward to it. This seventh level will be very interesting, after all, it is the seventh level. There is something very inspiring in the seventh floor!"
Holy Master Xuanji smiled softly and leaned slightly on the Xuanyu Throne. A trace of fun and playfulness flashed through her eyes that could not be seen clearly.
When Ye Xingchen entered the seventh floor, the perfection tower on the sixth floor soared into the sky at the same time!
During this period, countless batches of disciples have entered the Tower of Trial, but only a few have obtained candidate tokens, including Rong Xiang.
His face looked extremely ugly at this moment, because after he passed the second round of the third level test, he continued to choose the trial. Within half an hour, he stabbed at least seventy light groups with the power of the soul.
The result was...a complete failure!
He only lasted less than half a quarter of an hour before he was ejected from the tower, a complete failure.
This result made Rong Xiang's unwillingness even more intense. He looked up at the suddenly lit seventh floor of the Trial Tower, his eyes filled with despair, and then he stopped staying and turned around to leave.
Tower of Trials, seventh floor.
Within the huge light door, Ye Xingchen's figure stepped out.
At this moment, there was no confusion or excitement on his face. Instead, his face was as sharp as a knife and his eyes were bright, with a hint of tenacity and persistence flashing from time to time.
The fire in my heart is buried deep in my heart, gestating and settling...
"This is……"
After Ye Xingchen stepped onto the seventh floor, he noticed something like a scroll dancing in the void in front of him!
This scroll is entirely golden, ten feet in size, and looks like it was carved from gold. It is full of antiquity and vicissitudes, and seems to have been stored here for thousands of years.
"A picture scroll, what does this represent? Does the seventh level trial require me to open this picture scroll?"
Ye Xingchen's eyes flashed, staring at the golden scroll in the void, and he spoke in confusion.
Just when Ye Xingchen was about to take down the golden scroll above the void, his eyes suddenly condensed, his eyes turned, and Ge Ran looked at one place!
At the end of his gaze, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, and then stepped forward!
This is an old man, with a vicissitudes of face, as if he has experienced thousands of years of time, and a pair of eyes that seem to have seen all the prosperity of the world and all the vicissitudes of life. He is wearing a black military robe and has a tall body. He walks like a dragon walking like a tiger.
However, the moment Ye Xingchen saw this old man, Bian Jing felt that the hairs all over his body stood up!
Because he felt that the person coming from the opposite side was not an old man in black, but an ancient tiger full of evil energy!
Although he didn't say a word, he walked slowly, as if he was carrying a battlefield filled with killing sounds that shook the sky!
"The long time passed by in a flash. Unexpectedly, someone broke into the seventh floor. Boy, you are the second person after nearly 3,500 years. My name is Wu Kong, and I am from the seventh floor of the Tower of Trial. Guardian!"
The old man in black stood still and spoke. Although his voice was old, it was full of energy and his face was red. The moment he looked at Ye Xingchen, he felt a sense of joy.
It seemed that the old man in black had been lonely for too long.
"Wu Kong..."
Ye Xingchen muttered this strange name, but a doubt flashed through his heart, but then he clasped his fists and bowed.
"Disciple, Ye Xingchen has met his senior!"
Regardless, those who appear here must be seniors from the Beidou Dao Supreme Sect, and Ye Xingchen deserves to pay homage to him.
Moreover, Ye Xingchen could tell that the old man in front of him was not a living person, but existed in a very special way on the seventh floor of the Tower of Trial.
"Haha, he is a polite little kid!"
Old man Wukong laughed and looked at Ye Xingchen, seemingly satisfied with the attitude of the man in front of him.
"I dare to ask senior, you were the second kid to break into the seventh level in the past 3,500 years. Is it possible that there is someone above me who has opened this tower of trial within 3,500 years? The fourth floor up?”
Ye Xingchen's doubts were exactly this.
Just now, old man Wukong said that he was the second person to break into the seventh level in the past 3,500 years. It means that there was another person before him who also opened the fourth level, and at least passed the seventh level, and even passed the ninth level.
After hearing Ye Xingchen's question, old man Wukong smiled slightly, but did not answer directly. Instead, he said: "Since you have made it to the seventh level, you are qualified to know the content of the seventh level's trial."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Xingchen's expression became serious. Although the old man Wukong did not answer his question directly, what he said was what he meant most.
"Please give me some advice, senior!"
Ye Xingchen clasped his fists with a respectful expression.
"The content of the trial on the seventh floor of the Tower of Trial is...the test of understanding!"
"A test of understanding?"
Old Man Wukong's words moved Ye Xingchen's heart.
"For monks to practice, their qualifications are naturally the most important. They determine the upper limit of the highest achievements that a monk can achieve in his life. If you can reach the seventh level, then what you have to face next is to practice another equally crucial condition. … Comprehension!”
"Whether you are practicing various secret arts, or becoming a battle formation master, spiritual master, alchemy master, weapon refiner, etc., you need understanding. If your understanding is not enough, what others can learn in one day will take you three to five days or even Ten days is longer, and the difference is naturally self-evident.”
Ye Xingchen nodded while listening to the old man Wukong's talk.
As the old man Wukong said, for a monk, understanding is no less important than qualifications, and it is also the most important cultivation condition.
"If you want to pass this seventh-level trial, you must take my punch!"
"If you can take it, you can pass the seventh floor. If you can't take it, not only will you fail the trial and be thrown out of the tower, but you will also be seriously injured and mentally defeated. Although you won't die, you won't be able to fight anyone for at least a month. , need to rest."
"Of course, you can also choose not to accept it. That also means failure in the trial, but you don't have to pay the price of mental failure or serious injury."
"Only twenty-seven people below the Heavenly Soul Realm have been able to receive this punch from me, and no one below the Nether Soul Realm has been able to receive it."
Old Man Wukong's words immediately made Ye Xingchen's heart tremble!
If you fail to take it, not only will you fail the trial, but you will also be seriously injured and will be unable to do anything for a month!
Doesn't that mean that once you fail, you will not be eligible to participate in the Talent List Challenge three days later.
Old man Wukong seemed to see the hesitation in Ye Xingchen's heart. He stood with his hands behind his back, pointed at Ye Xingchen with a smile in his eyes, and said: "So, will you accept this punch from me or not?"
To answer or not to answer?
Old Man Wukong's words echoed in Ye Xingchen's ears, as if he was waiting for his choice.
But in just a moment, Ye Xingchen made a choice.
A sharp smile appeared on his fair and handsome face, his eyes flashed with passion and confidence, and he spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
"Senior, please give me some advice!"
Infinite determination, sharp as a ray!
This is Ye Xingchen's consistent choice!
"Okay! Sure enough, no one who can get to the seventh floor will be a coward!"
The old man Wukong suddenly laughed, and his right hand that was originally behind his back slowly stretched out and slowly clenched it into a fist. At the same time, an excited but low voice slowly resounded and echoed on the seventh floor.
"This fist has penetrated my understanding for thousands of years, and it's called...storm!"
"Buzz!"
As soon as the words fell, a monstrous fist force and boundless momentum surged out from the old man, seeming to break through the sky and penetrate to the ninth heaven!
