The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 117: Tips! Rewards! Trial Tower!
"Go to the Trial Tower and give it a try!"

Su Changqing, eager to give it a try, went straight to the formation.

Although experiments can be carried out on the mountain, Wu Jiuling is recuperating and Wu Yong is practicing.

If the noise is too loud, it will inevitably disturb others.

The Trial Tower is different.

That is the place specially set aside by the Xiaoxian Sect for disciples to practice and spar with each other. Not only can they fight for their lives, but they also don't have to worry about getting injured.

But every time you go to that place, you have to pay a lot of spirit stones.

Although Su Changqing had no spirit stones, the remaining resources were enough for him to break through many times.

……

In just a moment, Su Changqing arrived in front of the formation.

Wu Yong was still carving on the ground in a mysterious manner, just like he had been doing in the previous days.

He looked very haggard, with red eyes, blood-stained clothes, and he was on the verge of collapse.

The constant deductions and failures these days almost drove Wu Yong crazy.

"No, no, no, no!"

Wu Yong lay on the ground with lifeless eyes, muttering with a wry smile, "Is it really impossible to cultivate this divine body?"

"Junior brother, you haven't comprehended it thoroughly yet?"

Su Changqing came closer and asked with a frown.

"Heh." Wu Yong did not answer, but smiled sadly, "Brother, are you going to challenge the tower?"

"I'll help you open it"

As he finished speaking, Wu Yong casually cast a formation pattern to activate the formation.

But Su Changqing did not enter immediately, but frowned as he looked at the complicated array patterns on the ground.

After looking for a while, he looked at Wu Yong and said:

"Junior brother, I don't understand the art of formations, but I have practiced other similar techniques."

"The array pattern you engraved is different from the general array formation. It is based on flesh and blood, mobilizing the original power in your body to engrave the large array."

"Although they are both formations, the methods are different."

As he spoke, Su Changqing came to the ground covered with array patterns. After thinking for a moment, he surrounded his fingertips with blood and energy and carved lines on them.

These patterns are not array patterns, but an understanding of mobilizing the essence of the physical body in the Nine Profound Heavenly Medical Needle.

He used these patterns to break up the array patterns and rearrange them.

It was the same formation, but this time it was very different from just now.

One is the law based on heaven and earth, the other is the Tao based on the flesh!
"Junior brother, I don't know if my method will work. You need to experiment with the rest yourself."

After taking a look at the lonely and distracted Wu Yong, Su Changqing shook his head and sighed, then stepped into the formation.

This time, he chose the Trial Tower, the core level!

……

"They are both formations, but the methods are different?"

Wu Yong lay on the ground in a big letter shape, staring blankly at the sky, smiling bitterly and muttering,

"Brother, I am the legitimate son of a family of formation masters, and a peerless genius in the art of formations."

"How can you, an outer sect disciple of a minor immortal sect, understand my formation?"

With a sigh, Wu Yong took a short rest and regained his composure, intending to make another deduction.

But when he sat up and looked at the new array pattern on the ground, he couldn't help but be stunned.

“Is this carved in a realistic way?”

Wu Yong didn't care at all and just looked up and down unconsciously.

But the more he looked, the more shocked he became, and the brighter his eyes became.

When he finished reading it all and thought it over in his mind,
"Fuck!"

Wu Yong jumped up with a start, and looked at the array pattern on the ground with great interest, as if he had found a treasure.

"What a talent!"

“Such a wonderful combination can be thought of!”

"Using the physical body as the foundation, mobilize the power of heaven and earth in the body to construct the array pattern!"

"Hahaha, I was wrong. It turns out I've been taking the wrong path all along!"

Wu Yong laughed excitedly, "I built a formation in my body while I relied on the power of heaven and earth from the outside world. No wonder I vomited blood!"

"The internal formation base is used, but it draws external force. The two conflict with each other. It's strange that this divine body can be cultivated."

In fact, Su Changqing did not do much, he just helped Wu Yong to break through the layer of window paper that covered his eyes.

Once you have your thoughts in order, all kinds of inspiration will come to you.

"Master."

Looking at the crazy Wu Yong, Old Sun said worriedly:

"It's better not to practice. Your senior brother is just an outer disciple of the Xiaoxian Sect. What formation does he know?"

"If something goes wrong during repair, it won't be as simple as vomiting blood."

Wu Yong ignored what he said and immediately sat down cross-legged and re-engraved the formation pattern on his body according to the modification made by Su Changqing.

When his entire body was covered with array patterns and everything was ready, Wu Yong's eyes showed a fierce look, he pinched his fingers and shouted,
"change!"

boom!
The array pattern engraved on the outside of the body did not attract the power of heaven and earth at this time, but rushed directly into the body!

"Master, you can't do that!" Old Sun was shocked when he saw this.

The power of the formation enters the body, how can ordinary people resist it?
But before he could make a move to stop it, bursts of light suddenly burst out from Wu Yong's body, and thousands of array patterns crisscrossed and flowed!
"This..." Old Sun was stunned when he saw this, "It's done?"

He looked at the formation pattern on the ground, then looked at Su Changqing who disappeared in the formation, with a look of confusion on his face.

An outer disciple only gave a few words of guidance, but he was able to enable the eldest son of the Wu family to master the formation that he had always been unable to comprehend?

"Master, is this senior brother really just an outer disciple?"

……

Demon Peak, in front of the Trial Tower.

"Haha, Senior Brother Mo has won nine games in a row. As long as he wins one more game, he will get the Earth-grade Superior Qingfeng Sword. He will definitely win this time!"

"Of course. Senior Brother Mo is a core disciple. He has a highly developed Blood Demon Body with infinite power. Who in the same realm can resist him?"

"It's better to be careful. If we lose the winning streak, the Qingfeng Sword will become someone else's wedding dress."

"Hahaha, you're worrying too much, Junior Brother. I can't say he's at the peak of his Divine Body, but among the core disciples who have reached the Great Divine Body, who hasn't been beaten by Senior Brother Mo?"

The trial tower of the Xiaoxian Sect had set rules in order to encourage disciples to fight.

Anyone who wins ten consecutive games in the same realm will receive a reward from the Trial Tower that month, which will be exchanged every month.

Mo Xiong of Demon Peak has become extremely famous within the first month of the sect's founding.

Among the core disciples, there are very few who have reached the first level of cultivation, and there are only a dozen or so who have achieved great success in their divine bodies.

During this period, except for those who were practicing in seclusion, almost all the other people who had achieved great divine bodies were defeated by Mo Xiong, who won nine consecutive victories.

The reason why there were no ten consecutive trials was not because of insufficient combat power, but because there were too few disciples in the same realm who participated in the core trials.

So Mo Xiong waited for several days before the light in the core trial tower suddenly lit up, proving that a disciple of the same level had started the trial.

"Hahaha!"

At this time, the tall and burly Mo Xiong looked at the lit Trial Tower and laughed out loud.
"Wait until I get the Qingfeng Sword, then I'll treat my fellow apprentice brothers to a drink!"

The top-grade earth-level spiritual weapon was something that even the sect’s geniuses were jealous of.

This thing can be sold at a high price no matter where it is.

Mo Xiong was also full of confidence. He had thoroughly investigated those core disciples of the Small Immortal Sect who had achieved great success in their divine bodies.

There is absolutely no one who can be his opponent, and he regards the Qingfeng Sword as a piece of cake!
With a burst of laughter, Mo Xiong strode into the Trial Tower and disappeared in a flash of light.

The disciples of Demon Peak present at the scene started to talk aloud upon seeing this.

"I bet Senior Brother Mo will come out in one stick of incense. I bet 10,000 spirit stones!"

"Haha, I bet you that Senior Brother Mo's strength doesn't require a stick of incense. A quarter of an hour will be enough!"

"Hey, you guys underestimated Brother Mo, didn't you? I bet you can win in three minutes!"

"..."

The disciples chatted and laughed, and set up the game.

Almost everyone placed a bet, but they were all betting on how long it would take Mo Xiong to win, and no one bet on him to lose.

It’s not that they are confident, but everyone understands how terrifying the power of Mo Xiong’s Blood Demon Body is.

……

Inside the trial tower.

As the light flashed, Mo Xiong appeared in the tower with a relaxed smile.

Opposite him was a disciple whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

Mo Xiong was not surprised. This was the rule of the Trial Tower. No one knew who the opponent was.

The purpose is to prevent someone from making threats secretly for the sake of rewards.

"Hahaha kid, do you want to surrender or fight?"

Mo Xiong laughed and said, "Have you ever heard of my reputation, Mo Xiong?"

"Mo Xiong? I don't know him."

Su Changqing shook his head, and then looked at Mo Xiong with his eyes shining with blazing light.

"It doesn't matter who you are, just use all your strength and fight me!"

"drink!"

Without a word, Su Changqing stepped heavily, gathered all his strength, and punched out hard.

This punch has no rules or magic, only pure strength!
Su Changqing wanted to test the extent of his own strength at the core level.

The wind howls!

A powerful punch arrived in front of Mo Xiong in an instant.

"Hahaha, ridiculous!"

Mo Xiong smiled brightly when he heard this, "Boy, go back and find out what the name Mo Xiong means."

"Compete with me in strength?"

"You really don't know how to live or die."

As the words fell, Mo Xiong also shouted in a deep voice, and the energy and blood in his body burst out, and he punched out fiercely.

Oh oh oh!
Amid the howling wind, the two men's fists suddenly collided with each other, relying solely on their strength!
boom!
A clearly visible gust of air exploded!

Mo Xiong's tall body instantly flew backwards like a cannonball and slammed heavily on the edge of the tower, making a loud noise.

The space inside the tower suddenly became quiet.

Su Changqing tilted his head, looked at Mo Xiong lying on the ground in confusion, and said hesitantly:

"Are you really a core disciple?"

(End of this chapter)