A faint green light lit up the martial arts hall again. The yellow-faced young man looked at the boy opposite with a shock and horror. At this time, the boy was holding a light stone in his hand and looking at the yellow-faced man with a smile on his face.

"You, you mean, what is this?"

"Oh, you said these are just some seasonings for cooking."

Although the yellow-faced man asked abruptly, Zuo Feng knew what he was asking, and he glanced at the ground and said with a smile. Zuo Feng had been living in that house for the past few months, so he could not avoid preparing food by himself. He carried a few packs of seasonings with him.

Hearing Zuo Feng say this, the yellow-faced young man's mouth trembled slightly a few times, and then he cast a resentful look at Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng had seen before that the yellow-faced young man should have had a problem in his practice, causing some damage to the valve. The seasonings he had sprinkled out before were slightly stimulating. If it were ordinary people, there might be nothing to do, but for those with valve damage, it would be an itching from the chest cavity that could not bear.

After a cold look at the yellow-faced young man, Zuo Feng's hand moved. But the yellow-faced young man also immediately noticed Zuo Feng's movement and shouted in fear: "No, don't pull it out."

At this time, Zuo Feng's black short blade was piercing into his heart. If he was pulled out at this moment, he would definitely die. Zuo Feng paused in his hand, and then seemed to remember something, and said lightly: "You reminded me that I have just changed this dress."

Before the yellow-faced man could figure out what Zuo Feng's words meant, Zuo Feng slowly walked toward him. When he walked to the yellow-faced man, he flipped his wrist and then pulled out the short blade.

"No"

At this time, the yellow-faced young man finally understood the meaning of Zuo Feng's words. After screaming in horror, he saw the blood on his left chest gushing out like a fountain. Although he hurriedly covered the wound with his hands, a large amount of blood still flowed out along the gaps of his fingers.

"You, you deserve to be damned, I..."

The yellow-faced man turned his head hard and looked at Zuo Feng's back and cursed in a low voice, but the sound became smaller and smaller and blurry. After taking two steps, Zuo Feng raised his foot and kicked it hard, but he did not turn around.

The yellow-faced young man's body was kicked and flew into a passage. Then a stone door in the hall slowly opened, and Zuo Feng's figure quickly disappeared into the stone door. Because of Zuo Feng's departure, the hall fell into darkness again, leaving only the strong smell of blood and some faint pungent seasonings floating in the air.

When Zuo Feng came to the hall on the first floor, he saw a pillar standing in the center. At this time, there were not many people in the hall, and the young man with long hair and wine pot hanging on his body was among them, and the short and thin boy was also sitting upright in the corner. In addition, there was the strong masked man who Zuo Feng cared very much.

Seeing Zuo Feng enter the hall, the man with a mask did not even move his eyelids, and continued to close his eyes and sit quietly as if he was adjusting his breathing luck. The short and thin boy and the young man with a long-haired haired kettle were looking here with great interest. The boy only looked at it for a moment and then withdrew his gaze. The man with a long-haired kettle in his hand took a sip and looked at Zuo Feng for a moment with a smile.

There was no change on Zuo Feng's face, but he was still a little afraid of the people in the hall. He casually found a corner of the wall and sat down, and found the martial arts called "Lian Rou Pushing Hand" he had obtained from his arms. A flash of inspiration in his mind, Zuo Feng smiled and touched his arms again, and then took out a book from his arms again.

The other people looked here in surprise at this moment, but then they sneered and shook their heads. Zuo Feng's method of studying ** in the trial made these elite talents from all sides feel a little disdainful.

The trial time for each level is only one hour, and now it is only about a quarter of an hour before the stone gate of the middle cylinder is opened. This time is not enough to restore spiritual energy and physical strength, so who would be stupid to study at this time**.

Although Zuo Feng did not look up and watched, he had noticed the attitudes of these people around him, but he did not care about it at all. Instead, he focused on studying the two books in his hand.

As time went by, other warriors appeared in the hall one after another. What impressed Zuo Feng the most was an ordinary-looking young man in yellow. After entering the hall, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then fell to the ground. With his keen senses, Zuo Feng knew that the young man had died when he fell to the ground without checking it.

Obviously, the opponent in the yellow-clothed young man was extremely strong and was also fatally injured while passing the level. He supported him here with his last will, but he died as soon as he relaxed.

The young man in mask had not opened his eyes, while the short and thin boy and the young man in long hair just smiled slightly, obviously not caring about it at all. Only Zuo Feng's eyes moved away from the book in his hand, swept the young man in yellow, and then sighed and shook his head.

Just as Zuo Feng retracted his gaze, a stumbled figure appeared in the hall. The figure was extremely strong and the masked man. As soon as the sturdy figure entered the hall, he stared at Zuo Feng who was sitting in the corner and followed him toward Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng looked up in confusion, a smile flashed across his face, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to pass the third level of trial, it seems that your strength is still very good."

"Bad strength, this is all because I've had better luck before."

The strong man then swears, then takes off the saber on his back, and sits beside Zuo Feng carelessly. While he is sitting down, he can't help but gently pressing his waist, and at the same time, hissing and breathing a few breaths.

Seeing the big man's appearance, Zuo Feng smiled slightly and took out a paper bag and handed it over. At the same time, he asked casually: "Why are you lucky, why do you make yourself like this?"

The man named Mo Tie took it over without hesitation, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Do you think it's a big deal? I didn't even show up when I was on the second floor. I finally opened the door of the hall. As a result, although the guy on the third floor was strong, he seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries on the second floor, so I was lucky enough to come here."

As the big man said, he opened the medicine bag and smelled it. Then he said happily: "The healing medicine powder is still a good product. Then I'm not polite. I'll record this love." As the big man said, he poured the medicine powder directly on the wound on his waist, as if he was afraid that Zuo Feng would regret it and asked him to go back.

Zuo Feng's heart moved. It seemed that Fuji Fang and the man in short shirt had used some means before, so they appeared together to deal with him. But Mo Tie was cheaper. It seemed that his luck was really true.

The big man looked up and looked around, and then said, "It seems that neither of them won. I'm afraid the subsequent trial will depend on you."

Zuo Feng glanced at the big man in confusion and said, "Are you not going to participate in the subsequent trial?"

The big man sighed helplessly and said, "I guess you have seen it too. That short man and that drunkard are all famous ruthless people in our Dongjun County, and the masked man, you must be careful. I heard that he is the adopted son who has just been taken over by the county magistrate, and his strength should not be underestimated. The subsequent trial may be very likely to meet these people. If I admit defeat as soon as possible, you should not show off at that time."

Zuo Feng nodded silently. What the man said was the same as his judgment. These people he cared about the most were indeed ruthless people with a reputation.

The big man paused and said, "If I had not been injured, I wanted to work hard until the end. After all, I would like to get that 'pregnancy pill' too. But judging from the current situation, if you continue, you may have to die. Forget it, you will automatically give up when you get the reward at the fourth floor. If you are lucky and can be separated with me, you will be able to pass the fourth floor smoothly."

Zuo Feng was slightly moved when he heard the "Pregnant Spirit Pill". Only a few people knew about the final reward of the spiral tower trial. Obviously, this man named Mo Tie was very well-versed. He had also seen this "Pregnant Spirit Pill" in the book before. Although there was no prescription for this pill in the book, it clearly recorded the function of this pill.

"Pregnant Spirit Pill" is a yellow-grade lower-level pill, similar to the "Pragmatic Condensation Pill" he took before. It has the effect of increasing the speed of cultivation, but the effect is much worse. However, this "Pregnant Spirit Pill" has another extremely good effect, which is to allow the takers to calmly absorb the body and the effects of other medicines that promote cultivation.

Since Zuo Feng took the "Ling Ning Pill", because the medicine power in it was too strong, he could only use spiritual power to wrap it in his body. If he had this "pregnancy spirit pill", he could try to absorb part of the medicine power of the "Ling Ning Pill". After all, this elixir was prepared for the powerful people in the God Refining Stage.

But after a change of thought, Zuo Feng also guessed that those who were extremely powerful should be very interested in this "pregnancy pill". After all, the elite talents that these major forces are focusing on cultivating also need the assistance of this pill. Moreover, even if they don't take this pill, it will definitely be a considerable income to take it out for auction.

"Why, don't you know the final reward this time?"

The big man looked at Zuo Feng's thoughtful look and asked with some confusion. When Zuo Feng shook his head slightly and said ignorantly, the big man suddenly said: "We have found out the last reward item in private. Uncle Tian may also know it, but due to the rules of the spiral tower trial, we cannot disclose it in advance."

Just as the two were talking, a tremor came from the spiral tower again, and then the pillar in the center of the hall slowly opened several stone doors. The two looked at each other and walked over together. The man naturally chose a stone door next to Zuo Feng. After all, the hope of being distributed together in this way would be much greater.

After a gust of darkness, Zuo Feng found that this place was the same as the second floor, and there was a passage after leaving the stone gate. The door was inlaid with an iron box of uniform appearance. When Zuo Feng saw the iron box, he couldn't help but smile. It seemed that the man used this thing on the second floor to open the door in the martial arts hall.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!