The black-bellied evil king specially spoils his wife: the hot demon concubine

Chapter 22 Haotian Linglong Tower ([-])

Jun Jiuxiao was full of smiles. If he was a profiteer, what was this little girl who cheated others of 1000 taels of silver?
There is no distinction between two people who are like foxes.

"Jun Jiuxiao." Under the surprised eyes of others, the man said slowly, "Little girl, remember my name."

Yun Xiaohuang chewed these words in her heart, she had never heard of this name, and it was not just a real name or a fake name.

"Let's rest here tonight." Jun Jiuxiao stood up, and he slowly left the room with Ye Ying, "In your current state, you can't go back to Yun's house."

Naked contempt.

However, Yun Xiaohuang could only swallow her anger. The man was telling the truth, and she really had no choice.

The door was gently closed, Yun Xiaohuang blew out the candlestick, and in the darkness, her eyes were covered with a layer of pale golden brilliance.

And in front of her, a small golden tower appeared!

The small tower is as high as two palms and is divided into seven floors.The small tower is exquisite and translucent, and a dazzling blood-red emerald is inlaid on the top of the tower, with a strange color.

And the bottom of the tower, which is the seventh floor, is emitting red light.

A few words came to Yun Xiaohuang's mind:

Haotian Linglong Tower!
She has a feeling that this tower has always been in her body.And before her life-and-death battle, she didn't know why she inspired the tower, and at the same time, her strength broke through to the third-tier warrior.

Her past cultivation failures were probably related to this tower.

Yun Xiaohuang stretched out her fingers, and the moment her fingertips touched the golden pagoda, a coldness spread from her head to her toes, and her eyes flickered, the scene she saw unexpectedly changed!

At this time, she was no longer in the house, but in an empty room.Yun Xiaohuang came back to her senses, could this be the inside of the tower?

"Finally waiting for you, junior."

An old voice resounded in the enclosed space. Yun Xiaohuang looked around and found that there was nothing here, not even a shadow. Then where did this voice come from?

"Don't look for it, I'm here."

Before the words fell, the blue light emerged.

It was a human-shaped spirit body, the spirit body's face was blurred, and the facial features could only be barely distinguished. It could be seen that it was an elderly man.

"you are?"

"I am the first generation master of Haotian Linglong Pagoda, you can just call me Hao Lao." The spirit who called himself Hao Lao said, "Don't worry, my son, I am just a remnant soul living in this tower."

Yun Xiaohuang didn't sense any malice from the other party, presumably because she felt that it was just an existence that wasn't even complete in form and didn't pose any threat.

"Where is this place?" Yun Xiaohuang asked.

"Haotian Linglong Pagoda has seven floors, and you are on the first floor." Hao Lao explained, he seemed to have discovered something, "It's just a third-tier warrior? How can a mere third-tier warrior open this Linglong Tower?"

Before Yun Xiaohuang could ask a question, Elder Hao explained very positively: "Only people with unique talents can open the Haotian Linglong Tower, and those who can open the first floor are usually ninth-rank warriors."

Yun Xiaohuang still has some memories of things like grades. In order to distinguish between strong and weak, cultivators specially divided grades.

There are nine levels of martial arts, and each level is divided into nine small realms, known as the ninety-nine and 81 difficulties on the road of martial arts!
And these nine levels are the warrior's pure body, Wuxiu's meridians, Wushi's cyclone, Wujun's penetrating a hundred orifices, Wuwang's small nirvana, Wuzonghua's four spirits, Wuzun's ascension to heaven, Wushen's new body, and Wusheng's nirvana.

Today's Yun Xiaohuang is the most low-level warrior.

Warriors do not have any real strength, they can only absorb the essence of food, strengthen their muscles and bones through exercise, and make themselves stronger and stronger than ordinary people.

When you reach martial arts, you will be able to open up the meridians, generate true energy in your body, and provide continuous energy for the warrior.

Becoming a martial artist can even condense the true energy in the body into a cyclone, and the explosive power is astonishing.

"Son, how old are you this year?" Elder Hao asked.

Yun Xiaohuang replied truthfully: "12 years old."

"A third-tier warrior at the age of 12? When did the requirements for the Linglong Tower become so low?" Mr. Hao felt that those who could open the Linglong Tower in advance are geniuses beyond ordinary people. Too ordinary, right?
(End of this chapter)