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The thin middle-aged man called Zeng Yang.

The call was connected, and Zeng Yang's virtual person was projected on the Tianlong watch of the thin middle-aged man.

Zeng Yang put his hands behind his back, looked at the thin middle-aged man, and said, "Xu Ao, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"Assistant Zeng, it's like this." The thin middle-aged man frowned and said, "Today, the tower guard on the seventh floor of the Tianhuo Tower was suddenly replaced by Wei Wujian."

"Wei Wujian?!" Zeng Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't the tower guard on the seventh floor of the Tianhuo Tower Lao Shi? How did it become Wei Wujian?!"

"Assistant Zeng, Teacher Shi has something to do today and can't come, so he asked Wei Wujian to replace him." The thin middle-aged man explained.

"Old Shi is too unreliable. He clearly knows that Wei Wujian is impetuous and does not know how to control his strength. How can he let Wei Wujian be the tower guard of the seventh floor?!"

Zeng Yang calmed down and said, "However, although Wei Wujian is not careful about his strength, as long as he does not drink, he will be measured."

"In addition, it has been so many years, and no one can break into the seventh floor of the Sky Fire Tower."

"It is not a big problem for Wei Wujian to guard the seventh floor of the Sky Fire Tower."

"Assistant Zeng, I called you this time to tell you that Wei Wujian was drinking on the seventh floor, and according to Fat Tiger, Wei Wujian drank a lot of wine this time." The thin middle-aged man paused and continued, "In addition, someone really broke into the seventh floor of the Sky Fire Tower this time."

"Someone broke into the seventh floor of the Sky Fire Tower?!" Zeng Yang widened his eyes, "Who broke into the seventh floor of the Sky Fire Tower?"

"Lin Feng." The thin middle-aged man replied.

"Lin Feng?!" Zeng Yang's expression froze, and he stood there in a daze.

The thin middle-aged man observed Zeng Yang's expression changes and asked: "Assistant Zeng, is there any problem?

"Nonsense! Of course there is a problem! Lin Feng is the top talent of the Tianlong training camp, and he must not be in trouble!"

Zeng Yang roared: "Xu Ao, you go to the seventh floor of the Tianhuo Tower immediately to watch Wei Wujian, and don't let Wei Wujian hurt Lin Feng!"

"Assistant Zeng, I want to, but my strength doesn't allow it." The thin middle-aged man's old face twitched, "Wei Wujian drank a lot of wine this time, and he may not be able to distinguish between friend and foe. If I go to the seventh floor, Wei Wujian may kill me directly."

"If you don't go, I will kick you out of the Tianlong training camp!" Zeng Yang said angrily.

The thin middle-aged man; "..."

The thin middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said: "Assistant Zeng, I can only try it, I can't guarantee that I can persuade Wei Wujian. "

"Just hold Wei Wujian back first, I'll be there right now!"

After saying that, Zeng Yang's virtual person twisted and dissipated.

The thin middle-aged man gritted his teeth and walked into the Skyfire Tower.

"Lin Feng is in trouble this time."

"Wei Wujian, plus Wei Wujian drank too much, all the BUFFs are stacked up, Lin Feng is finished."

"Lin Feng is so unlucky that he actually met Wei Wujian."

The people around the Skyfire Tower sighed.

...

Skyfire Tower.

The seventh floor.

The layout here is exactly the same as the sixth floor downstairs.

But the power of the skyfire here is extremely strong.

Even balls of flames appeared on the ground.

"What a strong aroma of wine. "Lin Feng looked at one of the rooms.

The rich aroma of wine came from that room.

Click!

The tightly closed door of the room opened.

A middle-aged man with long hair and a wine gourd hanging on his waist, holding a wine glass, staggered out of the room.

The middle-aged man with long hair raised the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass. Then he looked at Lin Feng and said, "Eighth level of the War King Realm? You have reached the seventh floor of the Sky Fire Tower with your cultivation?"

"Junior Lin Feng, please teach me." Lin Feng saluted with a fist.

"Not bad, not bad, you are quite polite." The middle-aged man with a red face and a strong smell of alcohol smiled and said, "My name is Wei Wujian, and I am a teacher at Tianlong Academy."

"If you don't mind, you can call me Teacher Wei."

"Teacher Wei." Lin Feng shouted.

"Very good. "Wei Wujian nodded, "Don't worry, although I don't follow the rules and don't like those rules, I will still abide by the rules of the Sky Fire Tower."

"When I fight with you later, I promise to suppress my cultivation to the eighth level of the War King Realm before fighting with you."

"Thank you, Teacher Wei." Lin Feng clasped his fists again.

"You don't have to thank me, these are the rules." Wei Wujian waved his hands.

Dengdengdeng!

At this time, hurried footsteps came.

Fat Tiger hurriedly walked out of the elevator.

Wei Wujian glanced at Fat Tiger and frowned.Mei said: "Fat Tiger? Why are you here?"

"I don't have time to drink with you now, I want to fight with Lin Feng now."

"Teacher Wei, you drank so much today, it's not suitable for fighting." Fat Tiger squeezed a smile from his fat face and said: "Why don't we forget about this assessment."

"Forget it?! That won't do!"

"As a tower keeper, it is my duty to assess the people who come to the floor. No one can stop me from assessing Lin Feng today!"

Wei Wujian said.

"Teacher Wei, but you drank so much today, I'm afraid..."

Swish!

Fat Tiger just said halfway, a long sword suddenly flew out of the gourd on Wei Wujian's waist.

The long sword flashed, pierced through Fat Tiger's clothes, and nailed Fat Tiger to the wall.

Wei Wujian glanced at Fat Tiger and said: "Fat Tiger, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I won't be so polite when I take action."

Fat Tiger: "..."

Fat Tiger hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Lin Feng, we can fight now." Wei Wujian's breath quickly converged.

His cultivation was forced to be suppressed to the eighth level of the War King Realm.

Whoosh!

A flying sword flew out of the gourd on Wei Wujian's waist again.

Wei Wujian grabbed the flying sword and slashed at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng moved sideways, but the flying sword still passed by Lin Feng's body.

"Mastering the perfect level of body skills at the eighth level of the War King Realm is a good talent." Wei Wujian raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "However, my swordsmanship is also perfect level swordsmanship."

"It is impossible for each of my swords to pierce the air."

Whoosh!

The next second, Wei Wujian's flying sword really pierced Lin Feng's arm.

Even with the blue-patterned black gold armor, Lin Feng's arm was still numb and staggered back.

"What a powerful force." Lin Feng frowned, and his face became more solemn.

"Fat Tiger, why are you nailed to the wall?!" At this time, the thin middle-aged man ran to the seventh floor of the Skyfire Tower.

Fat Tiger glanced at the thin middle-aged man and said, "Xu Ao, are you talking nonsense? Who else can nail me to the wall except the old drunkard?"

Fat Tiger struggled down from the wall, tidied his clothes, and frowned, "Are you here to stop the fight?"

"I..." Xu Ao glanced at Lin Feng and Wei Wujian who were fighting fiercely, shook his head and said, "I'm just watching."

Fat Tiger: "..."