I have a sword in my head

defeat!

Xiang Yun, full of confidence, challenged the eighth weight. He didn't expect to lose face to face.

When Xiang Yunfei came back, he was a little difficult to maintain his usual demeanor. His usual temperament changed and his face was a little ugly.

"The eighth difficulty is really great. There are less than ten people who can break through over the years, and you don't need to be discouraged," the Shang emperor comforted. "Although you are defeated, you can carry the next blow without injury. Based on this, your strength is at the top of the quasi emperor level."

Xiang Yun's look was slightly slow and said, "I'm disappointed with the master."

The emperor of Shang smiled and said, "master, how can you be disappointed? No matter how your task is completed, as long as I see that you have made progress compared with the last annual exam, this is success, which is what I most want to see."

All the disciples suddenly became relaxed.

Fang Haotian doesn't know about the Shang emperor, but judging from Xiang Yun's defeat and the words of the Shang emperor, the Shang emperor is a good master.

The Shang emperor asked the others, "who else chose the task of nine towers?"

"Younger martial brother Fang, you go," the big dance suddenly said, "we are all waiting to see your strength. We have been waiting for so many years. It's time for you to show."

"Yes, anyway, younger martial brother Fang is going to complete all the tasks today, including the nine heavy tower. Then go up and show us."

"Junior brother Fang, let's go!"

The rest agreed. Even Xiang Yun made a noise and encouraged him as a senior brother. In his opinion, Fang Haotian can't surpass him. It's the limit to break through the fifth weight.

"Then I'll make a fool of myself."

Fang Haotian didn't refuse.

Everyone told you to go. If you still pinch, it will make people look down on you.

Whoosh!

Fang Hao flew to the ninth tower of the heavenly Dynasty.

"Junior brother Fang, come on!" Big dance shouted at Fang Haotian.

Fang Haotian didn't look back, but raised his hand and shook it.

"What does he mean by shaking his head? No confidence?" Dance and scratch your head.

"Pa!"

Ye Feixu slapped Da Wu's head.

Big dance turned angrily, but when he saw that it was ye Feixu, he scratched his head and laughed twice.

"I don't know what younger martial brother Fang's achievements are?" He Wenming said with a smile on his face, "will he be able to break through the fifth weight for the first time?"

"Maybe it's the ninth weight." The big dance made a noise without thinking about it.

"Pa!"

Ye Feixu slapped his head again.

Big dance was about to cry. He flashed to the other side of the Shang emperor, turned back and made a face at ye Feixu.

Ye Feixu stared.

Dance and laugh.

It seems that everyone has long been used to the fighting between big dance and Liu Feixu, or that big dance itself is a living treasure, and everyone has long been used to it.

Xiang Yun has been staring at the jiuzhong tower and Fang Haotian's shrinking figure. His face looks calm, but if someone looks closely, he will see the sneer and some ridicule. Obviously, he is not optimistic about Fang Haotian's achievements in breaking into the jiuzhong tower.

Whoosh!

Fang Haotian enters the tower.

In the mirror, Fang Haotian was attacked by the puppet war servant.

"Boom!"

Fang Haotian, with his bare hands, easily knocked the puppet ghost servant flying and easily got the second weight.

The second is also very easy.

"I know younger martial brother Fang uses a sword. He can pass the second weight with his bare hands. Maybe he will give us a surprise!" He Wenming's face was a little excited.

Some senior brothers and sisters nodded, and Fang Haotian's second strength attracted their attention.

"Ha ha, I have confidence in my opponent's younger martial brother." Big dance laughed. In the smile, he glanced at ye Feixu. She was so beautiful from the side.

"With a sword."

Soon after the third heavy started, Fang Haotian was forced to light up the Chixiao Yanlong sword.

Fang Haotian, who has a sword in his hand, is really powerful.

Fourth, fifth.

Fang Haotian stood at the fifth weight.

"It looks like you can really break through the fifth weight." The light in he Wenming's eyes is even more dazzling.

Those who have broken through the fifth weight are a little nervous. If Fang Haotian breaks through the fifth weight, he can be equal to them. If he can persist in the sixth weight longer than them, Fang Haotian will have a chance to rank ahead of them.

Boom!

Fang Haotian encountered strong resistance in the fifth weight, and the sword in his hand waved faster and faster.

The mirror almost turned into sword light.

Boom!

The last puppet war servant was beaten away, and Fang Haotian stood in front of the sixth ladder.

"The fifth is over." Several excited screams.

"Awesome, you can really pass the fifth weight for the first time," Youren said. "I remember that the first time the eldest martial brother only passed the fifth weight. Younger martial brother Fang really deserves to be called the first genius of the demon empire."

Several wisps of cold light flashed in Xiang Yun's eyes.

The sixth fight was more intense than the fifth. Fang Haotian finally felt the pressure and began to use soul force to cooperate.

But it was just pressure. He succeeded in breaking through the sixth fold.

"Younger martial brother Fang, good job." As soon as big dance saw Fang Haotian successfully break through the sixth weight, she shouted excitedly, as if he had broken through.

"Younger martial brother Fang is really good." Ye Feixu rarely agrees with big dance, because Fang Haotian is really good in her eyes.

Although Fang Haotian may surpass her in the ranking once she can persist in the seventh weight for longer than her, she has no jealousy and is only happy for such a younger martial brother.

"He's on the seventh weight." He Wenming was not jealous. He shook his fists and was full of fighting spirit. "No matter whether younger martial brother Fang can break through the seventh weight or not, I will have a good fight with him in the end."

A person around him said with a smile: "elder martial brother he, don't be abused and cry like challenging the elder martial brother."

"Who cried," he Wenming stared, "but elder martial brother, I really can't fight. I lost miserably... So long? Not even the seventh weight? "

"Boom!"

In the Seventh Tower, Fang Haotian's figure kept flashing, and Chixiao Yanlong sword kept breaking out.

The seventh weight is really powerful. Fang Haotian used all his means except the soul fantasy world.

"Awesome," Fang Haotian said to himself, "if not for many martial arts secrets in the enlightenment hall in the past nine years and my strength has been greatly improved, I would have lost the seventh weight. But now I hope to have such a powerful opponent. Ha ha, such a battle is incisive and refreshing! "

Fang Haotian kept throwing out his sword, and his soul seal kept smashing or blessing. He fought with the seventh heavy puppet war servant.

Now he doesn't care about winning or losing, and he forgets the ranking after winning. All he needs is fighting at this level.

If he cast the soul fantasy world, maybe he would have broken through the seventh weight, but he didn't cast it. He needed such a battle too much.

Under strong pressure and strong attack, his martial arts became more and more perfect. Many combat methods that he thought had been understood had new insights at this time.

The battle continued and became more and more fierce, but Fang Haotian looked more and more brave.

The cold light in Xiang Yun's eyes grew stronger and stronger. He suddenly took a peek at the Shang emperor. The whole heart suddenly shook. There was a flash of killing awn in the depths of his eyes for the first time.

Xiang Yun saw a happy smile on the emperor's face. He could see that the emperor was very satisfied with Haotian, the new apprentice.

"Fang Haotian, are you trying to take my senior brother's position?" All the strange complex on Xiang Yun's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by his usual gentleness, but his killing intention became stronger and stronger, and his jealousy became stronger and stronger.

"Boom!"

Fang Haotian was suddenly beaten out of the tower.

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the Shang emperor, followed by a look of meditation, which seemed a little disappointed.

Xiang Yun caught it and said, "master, do you feel disappointed? Hum, a yellow haired boy can't compare with me. However, he broke into the seventh weight for the first time and surpassed my first score. I can't be careless. If I have a chance, I must remove him... "

Whoosh!

Fang Haotian flew out.

"Younger martial brother Fang, good job!"

"Younger martial brother Fang, it's awesome. You've reached the seventh weight for the first time. If you only talk about the achievements of the ninth tower, your strength should be ranked second!"

"It's more powerful than the first time senior brother broke into the tower."

"Yes, I always think elder martial brother is the first genius in the world. It seems that younger martial brother Fang is not inferior."

Everyone stepped forward to greet Fang Haotian.

Although Fang Haotian failed to break through the seventh weight, he persisted for so long and his record was still above ye Feixu.

Xiang Yun also stepped forward and patted Fang Haotian on the shoulder as a senior brother. He said, "your performance is good. You're about to surpass me. It doesn't seem that it won't take long for you to rank first."

Xiang Yun's performance completely shows no half silk affectation and hypocrisy. No matter who sees it, they all think he is sincere and half silk jealousy. They all think he has a lot. Even if Fang Hao surpasses him naively, he will be happy for Fang Haotian.

But Fang Haotian's soul power is so powerful that everyone can't imagine. He caught Xiang Yun's killing intention in his heart.

"He killed me because he felt that I had the potential to threaten him." Fang Haotian said secretly, laughing: "elder martial brother, I'm far from you. I can stick to the seventh weight for so long because I have strong defensive ability, but my attack is insufficient. It's too difficult to break through the seventh weight."

The rule of the ninth tower is to defeat the puppet war servants of each tower, so no matter how strong the defense ability is, it can only last for a long time, but it is very difficult to break through.

"Don't lose heart. If you have strong defense, you will be invincible. Maybe you can improve your attack power and break through it in a hundred years."

Xiang Yun's tone was deep and persuasive.

Although this was a hypocritical persuasion, he never thought that Fang Haotian might break through the eighth fold if he didn't want to expose his cards in front of others. Even if you can't break through, the support time is definitely several times longer than his Xiang Yun.

Fang Haotian was moved and nodded heavily, but the more Xiang Yun was like this, Fang Haotian became more disgusted with Xiang Yun and became more wary of this person.

"Shifu, younger martial brother Fang has achieved such good results in breaking into the ninth tower. Why don't we give younger martial brother Fang all our time today and let him finish the task?" The big dance was direct and suddenly said to the emperor of Shang, "I feel more excited to see junior brother Fang's annual exam than I did myself."

"Are you excited about the annual exam?" Liu Feixu sneered, "if the master said that you can choose whether to participate in the annual examination, I'm afraid you still have zero record."

Big dance frowned: "elder martial sister Liu, can you not be so direct? Am I so lazy?"

"Yes." Liu Feixu was very serious, "you are lazier than a pig."

Big dance scratched his head and looked helpless.

"Ha ha..." everyone laughed.

Fang Haotian also smiled, secretly observing everyone and understanding everyone's heart from some details.

"Haotian, since everyone wants to see your performance, you can continue!"

Emperor Shang was really a good master. He didn't spoil everyone's interest.