Bai Piao continued to speak hard.

Head can be broken, blood can be left, face can not be lost!

Fang fan and others didn't think much at all. They were ready to continue to march towards the eighth floor of the tower of light.

But now the drunkard of the day level student of Guangming University on the sixth floor has already been surging!

"This... Good guy, I'm afraid more than 30 breaths have passed now..."

"Did that boy really lead people to stand firm on the seventh floor?"

"No... no... there must be something wrong..."

"That boy is a quasi saint. The strongest one around him is the five-star peak Holy Land..."

"How can this configuration survive in the seventh floor of the tower of light..."

"Generally, in addition to the existence of the holy state, other practitioners are basically the end of breaking their hair..."

"Impossible... Yes! Impossible!"

"What are you thinking about... It's silly to think so much..."

"Hey... Must be drunk and dreaming!"

"Zhuang shengxiao dreams of butterflies..."

"Empty, solid, empty, interesting..."

"All the world are drunk! Wake up alone!"

"Burp..."

The drunkard, a day class student of Guangming University, turned over and lay on the ground, looking casual and calm. Then he picked up the wine gourd and shook it. There was no movement at all.

"The wine is gone again..."

"Burp... Go and drink. You can not practice for a hundred years and not have no wine for a day..."

The drunkard of Guangming University recited and then threw it away.

……

At the moment, outside the tower of light, people saw the seventh and eighth floors lit up one after another. Now they were completely boiling!

"Which holy master has entered the tower of light?"

"We kept watching at the door, but we didn't see it!"

"Yes... What's the situation..."

"I'll go... It's said that the seventh floor of the tower of light can increase the cultivation speed by 60 times, and the eighth floor can increase the cultivation speed by 80 times. This... This is great!"

"Say a thousand things. How can one be strong? I don't say anything else. Anyway, I'm convinced now. Maybe this is the boss..."

"Gudong... Isn't it good to be bullied and noisy? When can I be promoted and feel Holy..."

"Don't think too much, will you? Unrealistic..."

……

After all, the seventh floor to the ninth floor of the tower of light are not often used, so they generally don't light up. Now they suddenly light up, which will naturally attract a lot of attention.

To some extent, these are very normal thinking ideas, and there are no relevant problems.

Just Murong language in the crowd suddenly clicked in my heart

She can be sure that after she came to the surrounding of the tower of light, she didn't come back to any mentor of the holy realm

That is to say, the person who opens the eighth floor of the tower of light is not the mentor of the holy realm, but most likely... It is the student

Among the students, it's possible. She immediately thought of Fang fan

If you calculate according to time, that's it

"Eighth floor..."

"That's something I can't step on easily..."

"Does this guy want to regard the Guangming tower as nothing?"

"What on earth is this to do..."

Murong whispered, and his face couldn't help showing a nervous expression

At the moment, there is no feeling at all. It must be false. After all, it has reached this point. There will be some waves in my heart

Thinking like this in my heart at the moment, I really don't feel good.

I always think about these things in my heart

The more you think so, the more difficult it is to completely let go