C23 Ling Tian Had Broken Through and Sworn to Enter the Inner Sect

However, just as everyone was about to discuss this, another buzzing sound came from above the Martial Soul Tower. That light actually broke through the fifth floor and climbed up to the sixth floor!

The sixth level lit up!

A faint red glow!

Grade Six Martial Spirit!

Hiss!

This time, gasps sounded one after another in the silent square, and exclamations sounded one after another.

Not only that, the red light stopped at the sixth level, and as the light descended, it gradually gathered behind Du Fei, condensing into a golden tiger. The tiger's eyes were golden, and it hissed and roared.

At this moment, the entire venue was dead silent once again!

Everyone from the Qianlian Peak were stunned, their eyes opened wide.

Liu Qian Lian stood there with an ashen face, his gaze was filled with coldness, the disciples behind him looked at each other, they didn't think that Du Fei's Martial Soul talent, would actually be so terrifying!

Sixth level of the red light, Grade Six Martial Spirit Golden Eyes Tiger!

How many years had it been? Before Xin Ziang had entered the Ziyun Sect, a hundred years ago, there was only one disciple in the clan with a Grade Six Martial Spirit.

That is the Sect Master Bai Feiyun!

A mere two years after Xin Ziang, another disciple from the Outer sect actually awakened a Grade Six Martial Spirit.

Du Fei stood up, looking at the audience, his arrogant and domineering attitude was obvious. After that, he restrained himself and looked at Zhong Changkong, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Disciple Du Fei, humbly requests to be accepted by the Jinyun Feng!"

His words were like a thunderclap.

Using this method, Du Fei declared that he was still the supreme existence in the Outer sect, the unreachable number one!

"Hahahaha, Du Fei's beloved disciple, come quickly behind me. In the future, in the line of Jinyun Feng, with Zi Ang and you, you will definitely shake the Southern region!"

Zhong Changkong laughed towards the sky. He was in high spirits and was extremely arrogant.

However, Du Fei turned around and walked towards the first Arena. Looking at Ling Tian's figure, his voice was extremely cold, "I said before, you are only a Good-for-nothing, you can't enter the inner court, and in Outer sect, you can't live for more than a few days. Good-for-nothing, will forever be a Good-for-nothing!"

Du Fei's words had refocused everyone's gaze onto the first Arena. Just a moment ago, Ling Tian was still a disciple of the first Outer sect, and his victory over Du Fei was incomparably glorious.

However, right now, he was rapidly changing his direction. When he looked at the number one disciple again, it was as if he was ridiculing him.

Below the stage, Lin Shan, Ling Qiuer and the rest all had gloomy expressions. In their eyes, there was unwillingness, and there was even fear and worry.

In the distance, Liu Qian Lian also let out a long sigh. He slowly closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

He understood what this Grade Six Martial Spirit represented. In the entire Yun State, it was considered one in a million of the middle third grade Martial Soul. Compared to a fifth stage Martial Soul, the gap between the two was far too large. This meant that a Talent of Martial Arts would definitely have an extremely high cultivation realm.

He, the genius of the Qianlian Peak, had gained nothing in the competition. In the future, she would be suppressed under the Jinyun Feng and could only look up, unable to breathe at all.

This time, the Qianlian Peak was embarrassed again, and lost all face.

Seeing that Ling Tian was still seated cross-legged, and had no response at all, Du Fei felt that the other party was weak and did not dare to respond. The disdain in his heart became even stronger, and with a cold snort, he turned and walked towards Zhong Changkong.

All of the Outer sect disciples followed Du Fei's figure with incomparable reverence, and were deeply shocked and impressed.

"Good, good, good! My Outer sect has many talents and it is actually my Ziyun Sect's luck that is flourishing. It is my sect's great fortune and I declare that the competition of Outer sect is over! "

Hu Bufan looked at Ling Tian. Although he was secretly regretful in his heart, it was the only thing he could do. After he finished speaking, he raised his Arm and was about to take back the Martial Soul Tower.

"Hold on!"

At this time, Sect Master Bai Feiyun who had been sitting cross-legged on the stage suddenly spoke, his voice shaking the entire area.

On the Martial Arts Practice Field, everyone was stunned. None of them expected that the Sect Master would actually open his mouth at this time.

The Outer sect Competition had clearly already ended. What was Bai Feiyun trying to say at this time?

"Sect Master …"

Hu Bufan cupped his hands towards Bai Feiyu who was standing on top of the stage. His brows slightly knitted, as he too, was puzzled.

"There's one more person who hasn't been tested …"

His voice was like water, but it was also filled with authority.

"There's one more?" Hu Bufan's eyes turned, as though he had thought of something, and the first Arena on his finger blurted out: "But Ling Tian's cultivation level …."

However, just as he turned around to look at the figure seated cross-legged on the first Arena, the words coming out of his mouth stopped midway.

That was because there seemed to be something wrong with the figure in the direction the finger was pointed at.

"How is this possible …"

Hu Bufan gasped, his eyes was filled with disbelief.

On Martial Arts Practice Field, including the disciples of the seven peaks of the inner sect, all of their gazes were focused on the first Arena because of the sudden movements of and the elder.

The dejected Liu Qianlian stared fixedly for a moment, but his brows twitched as he cried out in alarm.

"This kid is breaking through!"

These words caused a lot of commotion, and everyone took a deep breath.

To be able to break through on the level of Arena in the Large Competition was truly unbelievable.

Moreover, Ling Tian's cultivation was originally at the peak of the eighth level of the swastika body. If he made a breakthrough at this time, could it be that he wanted to advance his Ninth Body Layer?

This, was simply unbelievable.

From his position as sword slave to his twenty-eight consecutive victories, from one Good-for-nothing to the peak of the eighth stage of the Underworld, this sword slave Ling Tian had only used half a month.

Is his legend not over?

Jinyun Feng and Du Fei looked at each other, a trace of anxiousness flashing across their eyes.

Originally, the competition had been able to come to an extremely perfect conclusion, but because of Ling Tian, it had disrupted their plans one after another. It was truly annoying.

"Ugh …"

Just then, Ling Tian, who was on top of the first Arena, let out a grunt, and his Qi gradually rose.

Not only that, he was also the center of numerous thin and scattered cyclones. They revolved around him, rolling up his clothes and making loud sounds.

"Bam!"

Just as everyone was holding their breath, there was a loud sound as the membrane shattered. The air whirl surrounding Ling Tian suddenly crumbled, and then congealed into a large air whirl, spiralling upwards.

Ling Tian's aura, in an instant, rose to the peak!

"Ninth Body Layer, he succeeded in breaking through! "This …" Liu Qianlian clenched his fist in excitement.

Hu Bufan stroked his beard, and nodded his head. On the other hand, Zhong Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, and snorted coldly.

Ling Tian forced himself to resist the waves that had not calmed down in the Dantian Qi Sea for a long time, and the feeling of exhaustion that engulfed his entire body. He opened his scarlet Eyes and slowly stood up while leaning on it.

Seeing that the crowd had not dispersed and the Martial Soul Tower was still floating in the air, Ling Tian relaxed and said with a hoarse voice: "Elder, disciple Ling Tian, requests to awaken the Martial Soul!"

"I want... I want to enter the inner sect! "