Chapter 893: Temper

Chapter VIII Refining

Not only Cheng Ying, but the other two elders were also a little puzzled, with doubts on their faces.

"This guy is really an empty shell, and he can't even go up to the second floor." Wang Chengpeng showed a contemptuous smile on his face.

Xiao Haiyang shook his head, obviously disappointed with Zhuo Bufan. If he only had this ability, even if he became the head of the star gate, he would not be convinced.

"Okay, there shouldn't be much to see, I'll go to practice exercises first." Xiao Haiyang said, turning around and walking in the direction of the back mountain.

"Master, is there something wrong?" Lu Xing frowned and asked slightly suspiciously.

Since the old man of Jiuxian drove Hexi to pass the position of head to Zhuo Bufan, Lu Xing has become Zhuo Bufan's'disciple'.

"The son should be doing things, otherwise, with the strength of the son, it's okay to climb to the top of the tower." Shi Jian curled his mouth and hummed softly.

Inside the tower.

Zhuo Bufan really didn't know how long the time had passed. It was already dark outside, and the disciples and elders had already left. He had restored the entire formation.

"Finally done."

There was a hint of joy on Zhuo Bufan’s face, and at the same time he felt that the pressure on the first layer was more than ten times stronger. Although it still has no effect on him, if ordinary people are here, even a simple step will become very difficult. .

It’s time to go up. Zhuo Bufan rushed to the fifth floor in one breath. At this time, he felt that his body seemed to be soaked in water. Although he was still able to move freely, he obviously raised his arm. , It was hindered to a certain extent.

But this little pressure is far from enough for Zhuo Bufan. He ran forward again, the sixth, seventh, seventh, eighth, ninth, and the tenth floor. Zhuo Bufan stopped.

At this level, the pressure has obviously risen many times, at least about fifty times the original tenth level.

"It should be possible to start here."

With that said, Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fists, punched regularly, and punched out. There was no sound of howling wind. Obviously, it was because of the pressure here. Whether it was speed or strength, it was compressed. less.

But this is exactly what Zhuo Bufan expects. He needs to rely on pressure to cultivate his physique and even stimulate the body's potential. After all, he has taken many elixirs, and the potential of those elixirs has not been fully opened up. After opening, the body's toughness will rise to a new level.

As Zhuo Bufan practiced his boxing techniques, dense sweat began to appear on his body, and the power of his whole body was stimulated seven or eight eighty eight, but even so, it could not produce much movement. This is Zhuo Bufan. The result he expected to see, otherwise he would really use the power of his whole body, and he didn't know what the result would be.

By daybreak, Zhuo Bufan was already on the twelfth floor. In this floor, the pressure from all directions became more obvious, like an ordinary person with chains and weights on his back. The pockets are average, and the movement becomes extremely difficult.

"He, how could he be on the twelfth floor."

"No, even Elder Cheng Ying can only stay on the tenth floor for a while."

The next day, when a disciple found that Zhuo Bufan had already entered the twelfth floor, news immediately spread throughout the star gate.

Many disciples stopped practicing and ran over to watch.

Even the three elders Cheng Ying, Dong Xiangyun, and Qiu Xingjian were shocked. When they really discovered that Zhuo Bufan's breath was already on the twelfth floor of the Star Tower, their faces were all surprised.

Back then, even the senior brother, who was known as the most genius, only reached the twelfth floor.

"Haha, the head brother really didn't look at the wrong person." Elder Dong showed joy on his face and said with a haha ​​smile.

While supporting her, Xiao Xing opened her cherry pink lips slightly, with an incredible look in her eyes.

"This, what a pit, how he has the strength to reach the twelfth floor, it must be cheating." Wang Pengcheng said unconvinced.

But his words are too pale and powerless, what kind of magic weapon can resist the pressure in the starry sky tower?

Xiao Haiyang took a deep breath, his palms were tightly bent, his nails sinking into the flesh of his palms, and there was a trace of pain.

Yesterday they were still ridiculing teenagers, but today they broke the'record'. Shocked everyone's eyes, how could Xiao Haiyang not feel uncomfortable as the first person among the young people in the Star Palace.

Xiao Haiyang suddenly turned around and walked towards the back mountain. Wang Pengcheng reacted and shouted, "Brother Xiao..."

"At the twelfth floor, he should come down, right?" Cheng Ying looked surprised and said slowly.

"The pressure of the twelfth level is unimaginable. If he does not come down, his body may be crushed by the pressure." Qiu Xingjian said.

But while the two were talking, Zhuo Bufan's aura had reached the thirteenth floor.

Everyone was shocked again, and the scene was deadly silent.

"The son never disappoints anyone." Shi Jian's little face showed pride.

Indeed, Zhuo Bufan would never give up such an opportunity to exercise easily, although the pressure made him feel very uncomfortable when he reached the twelfth floor. After all, this formation was arranged by the Golden Core or Yuanying Great Monk. Yes, he hasn't even entered the innate right now, and it's good to be able to resist here.

Zhuo Bufan bit his white teeth, his eyes had an unimaginable toughness, and his pupils stretched out with a touch of stubbornness.

But when he reached the thirteenth floor, as soon as Zhuo Bufan stepped in, the clothes on his body were crushed into dust by the sudden pressure. The bloodshot blood can be clearly seen on the skin, and the bones were also pressed by the invisible pressure. The sound.

Now he felt that he was carrying a weight of tens of thousands of catties, and every muscle seemed to be crushed by the pressure from all directions.

But Zhuo Bufan didn't care about this, his gaze remained unchanged, and he began to punch his face, but his movements seemed to be slower and slower.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when his movements and speed returned to normal levels, he reached the fourteenth floor.

As soon as he stepped onto the fourteenth floor, muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs began to rupture, and his body was covered with blood, like a blood man.

"I can't give up..."

There was pain on Zhuo Bufan's face, he gritted his teeth hard, and began to swing his fists slowly.

Since his body exudes a green breath, he has begun to continuously repair the cracked muscles and broken blood vessels. This is the effect of the Yangmu magical skill he cultivated, which can continuously repair the body's injuries.

In the midst of this repair and destruction, Zhuo Bufan felt like he was being cut apart by thousands of knives, and the pain was unbearable even by people with great perseverance.

Outside the star gate, several dark shadows passed by like a night owl.

Immediately he stopped at the door of the Star Gate Array.

"Hey, the formation of their guardian mountain seems to be getting weaker and weaker, and it really is the same as the ancestor had guessed."