Sword Master Ling Tian

"I want... I want to enter the inner door!"

Although the breath is weak, the voice is righteous and strong.

"Ling Tian, ​​I know that you have met the requirements for awakening, but awakening Martial Spirit is not trivial. Now your body..." Hu Bufan couldn't bear it when he looked at Ling Tian who was holding his body hard, and he still persuaded him.

"Huh, arrogant child, I think he has been a slave for a long time. I want to get rid of the bad name once he enters the inner door. Elder Hu persuades him to do something. If he wants to test, let him test!"

Ling Tian hadn't spoken yet, but Zhong Changkong said loudly, his eyes even more unscrupulously looking in the direction of Qianlianfeng, disdainfully said: "I want to see if he can awaken a few ranks of martial arts spirits and make you breathe. !"

Liu Qianlian did not squint, staring at Ling Tian with a complicated expression in his eyes.

"Thank you Elder Hu for worrying, the disciple's body is not in the way. I want to awaken... Wuhun!" Ling Tian looked straight at Hu Bufan.

"Well, it's enough, don't be aggressive." Hu Bufan sighed and could only agree.

Ling Tian shook his body, supported by Lin Shan, standing under the Wuhun Tower, holding the Qinglei sword in his hand to stabilize his figure.

"Ling Tian, ​​I advise you not to have any wishful thinking. Even if you have tried everything, you can't stand shoulder to shoulder with me. Inheritance talent is not owned by your lowly destiny! Even if you awaken your martial soul, it is a waste!"

Du Fei stepped forward, carrying his hands on his back, looking at Ling Tian standing under the Wuhun stage, condescending, his tone full of arrogance.

Now, Du Fei has a sixth-grade martial spirit, and he is recognized as the first genius of the outer sect. Looking at Yunzhou, they are all hot and high. No one dared to talk too much about his ridicule and ridicule of Ling Tian.

After all, strength lies there.

When all the disciples looked at the unyielding figure, they all shook their heads, more sympathy and sighs.

Du Fei's Sixth-Rank Martial Spirit was like a high mountain, no one could climb over it.

However, Ling Tian did not hear anything at this time. The moment he stood under the Martial Soul Tower, his consciousness was blurred for a while, and when he recovered his clarity the next moment, he found that he had entered a strange space. Inside, all around, there are various phantoms floating around, all the size of a palm, including tigers, leopards, vipers, and swords, guns, swords, and halberds. There are nine layers in total, which is full of thousands.

With a thought in his heart, Ling Tian found himself bouncing up, flying upwards slowly, as if in the water, illusory.

Ling Tian was too empty in his soul, but in the eyes of everyone, he slowly raised his left hand under the Wuhun Tower, and the Wuhun Tower was buzzing!

Amidst the shouts of surprise from everyone, the Wuhun Tower and the first floor began to light up, and the speed reached the extreme, almost non-stop, rushing straight up!

White, green, blue, purple, orange, red!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Martial Spirit Tower broke through to the sixth floor in one fell swoop, and the blazing, intense red light made everyone's faces flushed red!

For a while, everyone was foolish, and the speed of awakening that Ling Tian showed was simply incredible. Compared with now, Du Fei is nothing but rubbish!

Zhong Changkong and Du Fei were dumbfounded for an instant, and even the mockery on their faces had not faded, and they were embarrassing. It's as if he had just been gaochao cut off with a single knife, and he was about to vomit blood.

In the direction of Qian Lianfeng, Liu Qianlian was excited, and his fists trembled.

But at this time, the impact of Ling Tian under the Wuhun Tower on the Wuhun seemed to be still strong, and it didn't stop!

White, green, blue, purple, orange, red, silver, gold!

It wasn't until the eighth-percent golden light refiner that the speed of the light rising slowed down, but it still moved forward steadily without stopping.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded, including all the inner door peak masters and elders, even Hu Bufan was dumbfounded.

"Golden light, eighth rank martial arts soul?! How is this possible!"

Everyone's eyes widened and couldn't convince themselves, because they all knew that the sixth-rank martial arts spirit was already a rare talent in the entire Lingnan and Yunzhou, and even the Sect Master Ziyun was only the sixth-rank. Those who are above the seventh rank are martial arts of the third rank, and each one is the pride of the heavens, is the supreme nobleman of each sect of school, and each dynasty!

Even in the Southern Tang Dynasty with hundreds of thousands of miles of good fortune, the known eight-rank martial arts seemed to be only two palms.

At this moment, in front of them, one appeared.

Could it be that this sword slave is really the nobleman of Tianjiao, the reincarnation of the Valkyrie, can't it come to Ziyun Sect? !

Huh!

At this moment, Sect Master Bai Feiyun of Ziyun suddenly opened his eyes, his sleeve robe flew, a large hand made of mist covered the top of the Martial Spirit Tower, with a muffled hum, the rich spiritual energy was continuously sucked out from the spire of the tower.

At this time, Ling Tian, ​​who was flying freely in the Wuhun Tower, also heard a voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Ling Tian, ​​it's too late. Ziyun Sect, there is no top martial arts soul, go down!"

Like a thunderstorm, Ling Tian, ​​who was mixed with emptiness, woke up suddenly, looked up and found that he was only a few minutes away from the top of the space. The twelve bright and brilliant light clouds of different colors at the top undulated ups and downs. The light is shining and dazzling.

Ling Tian was full of strength at this time, he even had an impulse, as long as he exerted force, he could override everything, but a word in his ear pulled him back to reality.

Ziyun Sect is just a small school in the southern region of Yunzhou Lingnan. If he awakens such martial souls and is doomed to die, it is definitely a curse or a blessing!

Thinking of this, Ling Tian hurriedly controlled his body and went downstream until he found a palm-sized small sword. The blade was silvery and plain. Although it was not strong, it was clear, just like a sword embryo. Uncut jade, just to be polished.

With joy in Ling Tian's heart, he stretched out his hand, and saw that Wandao Jianying instantly wrapped the small sword and incorporated it into his body in the blink of an eye.

Outside the Wuhun Tower.

Everyone in the Ziyun Sect saw the suzerain's sudden move, and was surprised in the future, they saw that the rising golden light suddenly dimmed, and it buzzed, instantly fell back, and finally settled on a layer of white light!

The white light is clear, although plain white, it is extremely bright.

And behind Ling Tian, ​​a fluorescent flashing blade condensed, floating and spinning.

On the first floor of the Wuhun Tower, a word slowly emerged.

sword.

There is no description, just a simple word.

"First Grade Martial Spirit?! Sword...what's going on?"

"It must have been our dizziness just now, or the Martial Soul Tower was abnormal. This white light is Ling Tian's martial arts talent!"

"The first-rank sword martial arts soul does not have a clear attribute, and this talent is too rubbish!"

When the light of the Wuhun Tower stabilized, the people really reacted. At this time, looking at Ling Tian under the tower, the shock in his heart subsided.

It seems that Ling Tian should be a martial spirit of this rank.

"Haha! Fake, it's all fake! Just now, the eighth rank light had a problem with the Wuhun Tower!" Zhong Changkong looked at the sword weapon Wuhun behind Ling Tian and couldn't help laughing.

Just now, his heart had already mentioned that his throat was itchy, but who would have thought that Ling Tian's awakened spirit was a first-grade sword weapon, although it was very bright, it was also rubbish!

"Liu Qianlian, I think this kid is indeed suitable for you, Qianlianfeng, the trash disciple with trash inheritance, wonderful, wonderful! Haha!"

Zhong Changkong was extremely happy and ridiculed, and a kind of Jin Yunfeng disciple behind him also responded, making Liu Qianlian and the people headed by Qian Lianfeng flushed, and he wanted to find a place to sew in.

Originally, he was expecting Ling Tian Jedi to fight back and slap his face arrogantly, but who would have thought of falling into the abyss from heaven and awakening a first-grade martial arts spirit, but was even more ridiculed.

"Oh, what a pity..."

Hu Bufan also shook his head. He was also looking forward to Ling Tian. He was able to cultivate the Thunder Sword Technique to a great extent. According to reason, he should be a Thunder Spirit Martial Spirit, but he didn't expect it, but he was a rank without attributes. Sword.

Is this talent in kendo just because of the exclusive proficiency of this sword weapon spirit?

"Ling Tian, ​​the awakening is over, come out soon!"

Although he was puzzled, Hu Bufan still greeted Ling Tian loudly.

"and many more!"

But Ling Tian under the tower did not open his eyes, but Sect Master Bai Feiyun of Ziyun spoke again for the first time and stopped Hu Bufan again!

At this time, everyone on the martial arts field was completely shocked.

The Sect Master has only spoken three times since he appeared, but it turned out that it was Ling Tian that he did it twice!

For this awakened trash disciple of the First Grade Trash Martial Spirit!