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Spells, created by different people, also have different powers. Therefore, the value of different spells was also very different.

When Mingsi first saw the name Wind Spell, he was attracted to it. Among the twenty spells, There were a total of three for the Wind Spiritual Qi to cultivate. However, Mingsi still chose this one in the end.

There was a reason why the value of the Wind Leaving Technique was so high. This was also the reason why Mingsi desired it so much.

The Wind Separation Incantation was the extraction technique! When using this spell, the air in a certain area would be driven by wind spiritual energy, which would then be sucked out, forming a temporary vacuum.

If he extracted the wind, it would be the same as extracting the air. Although this wasn't a long time, and it couldn't directly cause one to suffocate, the effect was extremely good. Without air, the combat strength of the person inside would drop drastically!

Other than that, the usage of the Li Feng Art There were many other ways to use the Wind Separation Spell. For example, by drawing air out, the air would be compressed and flow rapidly. Combined with the Wind Spiritual Spell, the power of the Wind Separation Spell could not be underestimated.

At this moment, Mingsi broke the protective light screen outside the scroll. The more he read the spell, the more surprised he was. "The wind energy can be used like this. It's amazing!"

Mingsi had been cultivating the wind spiritual Qi for a long time, but this was the first time he had heard that it could be used in such a way. At this moment, he felt that the path of cultivation was very magical.

Yuwen Lang, who was standing beside him, didn't know the exact details. He knew nothing about the wind spiritual Qi, so when he saw Mingsi's exaggerated expression, he just shook his head and didn't say anything.

The two of them found a hidden area at the edge of the platform and started to meditate.

"That black clothed man shouldn't be as fast as us. I think we have already left him behind by a certain distance. " Yuwen Lang leaned against a large rock and looked up into the sky with his head resting on his pillow. It was dark and deep.

Mingsi nodded. "In that case, I will try to cultivate this Wind Separating Art. "

After that, Mingsi started to form seals and circulate his energy.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mingsi slowly lowered his hands. There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, but more of it was excitement. He turned his head to look at Yuwen Lang, who had fallen asleep beside the stone. He smiled softly and said, "As the first person to experience my Li Feng Art, you should feel honored!"

Mingsi stretched out his right arm, opened his palm into a claw shape, and clawed in Yuwen Lang's direction. The hair on Yuwen Lang's forehead started to drift slowly.

After that, Mingsi slowly closed his fingers and clenched his fist. Then, he suddenly opened his fist and turned it into a palm again. At the same time, Yuwen Lang's hair suddenly scattered and then became quiet.

Mingsi's right palm maintained its opening shape, and the muscles on his arm bulged. His face was slightly red, and the veins on his face were faintly visible. He looked like he was struggling.

Yuwen Lang's faint snores had long disappeared, and the surroundings had become extremely quiet. After that, Yuwen Lang frowned slightly. His head suddenly shook, and his face gradually turned slightly red.

"Why aren't you awake yet?! I can't hold on any longer!" Mingsi's face turned even redder, and his right hand started to shake violently.

"Cough, cough, cough. " At this moment, Yuwen Lang, who was sleeping soundly, started to cough in discomfort. His tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, and he was surprised to find that he could no longer breathe in the air! He quickly jumped up. After moving his body, his nose became clear and he once again felt the presence of air.

"Cough, cough, cough. " Yuwen Lang took a breath to catch his breath. However, he did not stop coughing. His throat felt itchy. It took a while for him to recover. He raised his slightly red face and saw Mingsi, who had an excited and expectant look on his face.

"You?" Yuwen Lang frowned.

"How do you feel?" Mingsi asked excitedly.

Yuwen Lang's frown slowly loosened. He raised his finger and a wave of water shot out and into Mingsi's nose.

"Oh! Cough, cough, cough!" Mingsi choked on the water, and a sharp pain immediately spread throughout his head.

"How do you feel?" Yuwen Lang walked into Mingsi, patted his shoulder, and asked coldly.

Mingsi only recovered after a while. He jumped back a step and looked at the gloomy Yuwen Lang. He shrugged and said, "Don't be so serious. It's just training. . . "

"Do you know what it feels like to be drowned?" Yuwen Lang blew on his fingers. The dark blue water surface rippled slightly.

Mingsi quickly waved his hand and shook his head. "Forget it, forget it. I'm not playing anymore. I'm not playing anymore. "

"Play? If there's a next time, don't think of ending it so comfortably. " Yuwen Lang snorted coldly and looked at Mingsi with a smile that was not a smile. He turned around and sat down again. He rested his hands on his head and continued sleeping.

Mingsi shrugged again and found a flat area to lie down in. After lying down, the excitement in Mingsi's eyes was still lingering. He stretched out his hand again, but this time it was not Yuwen Lang, but himself.

His palm faced his face, opened and closed, and then suddenly opened again. A cool breeze spread out from his face, followed by a slight suffocating feeling.

Mingsi's breathing became difficult. The suffocation continued for a while before it slowly disappeared. Mingsi also began to cough.

"Cough, cough, cough. "

Yuwen Lang who was not far away saw this scene. His eyes revealed a trace of disbelief, "He actually used me to practice. Was this guy an idiot? . . . . . . ”

After Mingsi practiced for a while, he stopped and started to adjust his breathing. After that, he stayed around the two of them for a long while before he returned to where he was and closed his eyes to sleep.

The night passed without a word.

At midnight, a cold notification rang in the ears of every student. "The Zi hour has passed. The first hundred levels of the Heavenly Tower have officially closed. "

Mingsi muttered to himself and turned around. Yuwen Lang scratched his face. The two of them had long fallen asleep and were not woken up.

Everything was quiet. The stars moved, and soon it was dawn. Mingsi and Yuwen Lang were still sleeping soundly under the sun.

At noon, the light became dazzling. Mingsi turned his body, and the corners of his eyes became soft.

"It's so late!" Yuwen Lang's voice came from the side. Mingsi, who was in a daze, woke up at the same time. He raised his head and looked at the sky. His eyes narrowed slightly and then he suddenly opened them.

"It's like this again! Yesterday, it was because I woke up late that I had to wait until late at night!" Mingsi said with a sorrowful sigh.

After that, the two of them quickly got up and took out water from their spatial bags. After hurriedly tidying up, they began their journey.

Not long after they left, Yuwen Lang felt something trip on his leg. He looked down and saw that it was a thin rope. Then, he felt something coming towards him from his left and right.

Yuwen Lang was shocked and quickly dodged to the side. He barely dodged the two arrows that came from his left and right. When he jumped onto the ground, his feet sank, and his whole body began to sink. Finally, he fell into a large hole in the ground.

Mingsi had already walked over. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I forgot to tell you. I made a few small traps last night. . . . . . . ”

Yuwen Lang jumped out of the big pit, patted the dust off his body, and stared at Mingsi expressionlessly.

"Hehe, it's a misunderstanding. . . . " Mingsi felt even more awkward. At this moment, he was smiling apologetically when he suddenly saw Yuwen Lang raise his hand. He hurriedly dodged, and in the next moment, a wave of water shot towards where he had been just now.

"I said it was a misunderstanding!" Mingsi did not continue to explain, and directly ran.

"Hmph! This is also a misunderstanding!" How could Yuwen Lang spare him? He started chasing from behind.

. . . . . .

"Today's target is the fortieth floor!" Mingsi shouted.

"Forget it, just don't make any mistakes for me. " Yuwen Lang said with a look of disdain.

Mingsi retorted, "Not necessarily! Yesterday, we used our secret signals pretty well. "

Yuwen Lang said proudly, "It's mainly because I calculated correctly during the battle. "

"Like the time when you fell out of the tornado?" This time it was Mingsi's turn to attack him.

"That time was an accident!" Yuwen Lang denied.

"One must know the truth and not be arrogant. Mingsi shook his head and said.

"Alright. Since that's the case, your Spirit Core is gone. I won't give it to you anymore. " Yuwen Lang spread his hands.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. " Mingsi quickly said with a smile.

. . . . . .

The two of them bickered along the way and soon arrived at the portal.

Mingsi looked at the Space Gate and muttered, "When can you form a teleportation portal like this. . . "

"It won't take long!" Yuwen Lang said and walked straight into the portal.

Mingsi did not stop and followed him in.

At the same time, the students in the Heavenly Tower were also undergoing their own trials.

The seventh day of the Heavenly Tower trials had arrived. In the past seven days, the Heavenly Tower had sealed off the hundredth floor. Every day, there would be students who would be eliminated, and the further they went, the faster they would be eliminated.

Now, there were less than three thousand people left on the Heavenly Tower. And after that, there were still more than five hundred levels.

Nearly thirty percent of the students were eliminated in seven days. At this rate, no one could say for sure how many students would be able to reach the top of the 700th level.

The remaining less than three thousand students were scattered across the 100th to 130th floor. Of course, there were also a small number of students like Mingsi and Yuwen Lang. Further up, there were even a few students who were close to the two hundred levels.

What Mingsi and the rest did not know was that they were only focused on charging into the tower. They did not fight with their lives on the line. During this period of time, they fought and made a fuss. They chatted and laughed. Adding on the fact that they had gained quite a lot from the journey, even if they were tired, they were still very satisfied.

On this day, not long after Zi Shi passed, Mingsi and Yuwen Lang walked out of the 170th floor.

"I can't do it anymore. I don't have any strength left. " After Mingsi came out, he lied down on the ground. At this moment, his clothes were tattered and his hair was messy. Yuwen Lang, who was behind him, was the same.

This time, the two of them did not speak anymore. They did not even go to the trade area. They walked to a remote corner at the edge of the platform and fell asleep.

On the eighth day, as expected, the two of them woke up at noon again.

Once again, they hurriedly washed up. Before they set off, the two of them walked towards the trade area, because they didn't have much medicinal pills left in their spatial bags.

In a corner of the trade area, the two of them walked out of the Spirit Medicine Hall.

"This should be enough for a long time. " Mingsi patted his spatial bag and smiled in satisfaction.

"Let's go! Let's go and get some information. " Yuwen Lang said.

"Find out more information?" Mingsi was puzzled.

"Follow me and we will know. " Yuwen Lang did not stop and did not explain.