C119 Arrive at the Fourth Level

A faint green light once again lit up the entire sparring hall. The yellow-faced youth had traces of blood on the corner of his mouth as he stared at the youth in front of him with shock and fear. The youth was currently holding a Spirit Light Stone in his hand, and was looking at the yellow-faced man with a smile.

"You, you despicable man, what is this?"

"Oh, those are just seasonings for cooking."

Although the yellow-faced man's question was very sudden, Zuo Feng also knew what he was asking. His gaze swept across the ground as he spoke with a smile. Zuo Feng had been living in that house for the past few months, and it was inevitable that he had to prepare his own food. Thus, he brought along a few packs of seasonings with him.

Hearing Zuo Feng's words, the corner of the yellow-faced young man's mouth trembled a few times. Then, he cast a venomous gaze at Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng had already noticed earlier that this yellow-faced youth had probably made a mistake in his cultivation, causing some damage to his Qi Paths. The seasonings that he had scattered previously were somewhat exciting. If it was an ordinary person, they would be fine, but for someone with a damaged valve, they would feel an unbearable itch coming from their chest.

He coldly looked at the yellow-faced youth, and Zuo Feng's hand started to move. However, at the same time, the yellow-faced young man also noticed Zuo Feng's actions and shouted out in fear, "No! Don't pull it out!"

At this moment, Zuo Feng's black dagger was stabbing into his heart. If he were to pull it out now, he would definitely die. Zuo Feng's hands paused for a moment, and then he seemed to have thought of something, as he said lightly: "You did remind me, I just changed this set of clothes a moment ago."

Before the yellow-faced man could understand the meaning behind Zuo Feng's words, Zuo Feng slowly walked towards him. When he arrived at the yellow-faced man's side, he flipped his wrist and pulled out his short blade.

"No!"

At this moment, the yellow-faced youth finally understood the meaning behind Zuo Feng's words. With a terrified cry, he saw fresh blood spurt out from his left chest like a fountain. Although he hurriedly used his hands to cover the wound, large amounts of blood still flowed from the gaps between his fingers.

"You, you damn thing, I …"

The yellow-faced man turned his head with all his might and stared at Zuo Feng's back. He was still cursing in a low voice, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller. After taking two steps, Zuo Feng raised his leg and kicked backwards, but he did not turn around.

The yellow-faced youth's body was kicked into a tunnel. Then, a stone door in the hall slowly opened and Zuo Feng's figure quickly disappeared into it. Due to Zuo Feng's departure, the hall once again sank into darkness, leaving behind only the thick smell of blood and a faint pungent smell.

When Zuo Feng arrived at the hall on the first floor, he saw a similar pillar standing in the middle of the hall. At this moment, there weren't many people in the hall. Among them was the youth with long hair and a wine jug hanging from his shoulders. The short and skinny boy was also sitting in the corner. Other than them, there was also the burly masked man that Zuo Feng cared about.

Seeing Zuo Feng enter the hall, the masked guy didn't even bat an eyelid as he continued to meditate as if he was adjusting his condition. The short and thin boy and the long haired youth with wine jugs on their waists both looked over with great interest. The boy only looked for a moment before withdrawing his gaze. The long-haired man, however, held the wine jug in his hand and took a big gulp. He looked at Zuo Feng with a smile for a moment.

On the surface, Zuo Feng did not reveal any change, but in his heart, he was still wary of the people in the hall. He casually found a corner and sat down. From his bosom, he took out the martial skill called "Lian Rou's Push Hand" that he had obtained earlier. With a flash of inspiration, Zuo Feng smiled as he reached into his bosom and took out another book.

With regards to Zuo Feng's actions, the others all looked over in surprise, but soon after they laughed and shook their heads. Zuo Feng's method of studying cultivation techniques in the survival training made all the elites from different forces feel a sense of disdain.

Each level only lasted two hours, and the time left until the central pillar's stone door opened was only around a quarter of an hour. This amount of time was not enough to recover spiritual energy and physical strength. No one would be so foolish as to study a cultivation technique at this time.

Although Zuo Feng had already sensed the attitude of the people around him, he did not raise his head to look at them. Instead, he focused on the two books in his hands.

As time passed, other martial artists also began to appear in the great hall. The one who left the greatest impression on Zuo Feng was a yellow-robed youth with ordinary looks. After entering the hall, this youth let out a long breath before falling to the ground. With Zuo Feng's keen senses, even though he didn't go over to check, he already knew that this young man was already dead when he fell to the ground.

It was obvious that this yellow-clothed youth's previous opponent was extremely strong. While passing through, he had also suffered a fatal injury. With his last will, he was able to reach this place, but as soon as he relaxed, he died.

The masked youth didn't even open his eyes. The short and skinny boy and the long haired youth only faintly smiled, obviously not caring at all. Only Zuo Feng's gaze moved away from the book in his hands and swept over the yellow-clothed youth before he sighed and shook his head.

Just as Zuo Feng retracted his gaze, a stumbling figure appeared in the hall. This figure was about the same size as the masked man. As soon as he entered the hall, he stared at Zuo Feng, who was sitting in a corner, and walked towards him with large steps.

Zuo Feng looked up doubtfully and a smile flashed across his face. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you also passed the third floor's trial. Looks like your strength is quite good."

"Bullsh * t strength, this is all my good luck from before."

The burly man immediately cursed out, took off the Zhanmadao on his back, and casually sat next to Zuo Feng. When he sat down, he couldn't help but gently press his waist, and at the same time, his mouth twitched as he gasped for breath.

Seeing the big man like this, Zuo Feng smiled and took out a paper bag, passing it over to him. At the same time, he asked casually: "Good luck, how did you end up like this?"

The big guy called Mo Tie also received it without any hesitation. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's not weird, I didn't even have an opponent on the second floor. It took me a lot of effort to open the door to the hall. "In the end, although that guy on the third floor is powerful, it seems like he suffered quite a few injuries on the second floor. Thus, I ended up here by luck."

As the big man spoke, he opened the medicine bag and smelled the medicine, and then said extremely joyfully, "The healing medicine powder is a top-quality item. "Then I won't be polite. I'll remember this favor." As the big man spoke, he poured the powder directly onto the wound on his waist, as if he was afraid that Zuo Feng would take it back if he went back on his word.

Zuo Feng's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Teng Fang and that man in short sleeves had used some unknown method to deal with him. In the end, Mo Tie got lucky. It seemed that Mo Tie's luck was not bad at all.

The big man raised his head and looked around, then said, "It seems that neither of them won. I'm afraid the rest of the trial will depend on you."

Zuo Feng curiously glanced at the big guy and said, "Are you not going to participate in the rest of the exam?"

The burly man sighed helplessly and said, "I guess you've seen it. The short man and the drunkard are famous for being ruthless people in our Eastern County. You must be careful of the masked man as well. I heard that he is the county governor's adopted son, and his strength is not to be underestimated." "The chances of encountering these people in the rest of the trial is very high. If I admit defeat as soon as I come across them, don't try to be brave when the time comes."

Zuo Feng silently nodded his head. What the big man said was the same as his judgment. The people he cared about the most were indeed ruthless people with great reputations.

The big man paused for a moment before saying, "If I wasn't injured, I would have wanted to work hard at the end. After all, I really wanted to get that pill as well. However, looking at the current situation, if they were to continue like this, the only outcome would be death. Forget it, after reaching the fourth floor and obtaining the reward, I'll give up. If you're lucky and get together with me, you'll be able to smoothly pass through the fourth floor. "

Zuo Feng couldn't help but be slightly moved when he heard about the "Spiritual Pregnancy Pill". Only a small portion of people knew about the final reward of the Rotary Tower Trial. It was obvious that this Mo Tie was extremely well-informed. He had also read about this "Spiritual Pregnancy Pill" in the books. Even though the book didn't mention the medicinal formula for this pill, it clearly stated the uses of this pill.

The 'Pregnant Spirit Pill' was a low-grade yellow-rank pill. It was similar to the 'Spirit Condensation Pill' that he had taken before, and it had the effect of increasing his cultivation speed. However, its effects were much worse. However, this "Pregnant Spirit Pill" had another extremely good effect, which was to allow the consumer to calmly absorb the energy within his body, as well as to have the same effect as other cultivation enhancing medicines.

Ever since Zuo Feng had taken the Spirit Condensation Pill, because the effects were too strong, he had no choice but to use his spiritual energy to wrap it within his body. If he had this "Spiritual Pregnancy Pill", he could attempt to absorb a portion of the medicinal strength of the "Spiritual Condensation Pill". After all, this pill was prepared for Spirit Severing experts.

However, with a thought from Zuo Feng, he also guessed that the few experts with extraordinary powers would also be extremely interested in this "Spiritual Pregnancy Pill". After all, the elites that these large powers had invested so much effort to cultivate needed the assistance of this kind of pill. Moreover, even if they didn't take the pill themselves, it would definitely be a huge sum of money if they took it out to auction.

"Why, you don't know the final reward this time?"

When Zuo Feng gently shook his head to show that he didn't know, the big man suddenly said, "We have all heard about this final reward in private. Uncle Tian might know it, but due to the rules of the turret trial, we can't reveal it in advance."

Just as the two of them were talking, the spiral tower once again shook, and the pillar in the middle of the hall slowly opened a few stone doors. The two of them looked at each other, then walked over together. The big man naturally chose a stone door next to Zuo Feng's. After all, there was a lot of hope in being divided like this.

After a moment of darkness, Zuo Feng found that this place was similar to the second floor. Once he passed through the stone door, he would find a path. There was a metal box inlaid at the entrance. When Zuo Feng saw the box, he couldn't help but smile. It seemed like this was the thing that the big man had used to open the door to the competition hall on the second floor.