Chapter Eighty-Three Cultivation Tower

  Han Feng chuckled and rubbed his hands, saying: "Come on, come on. Isn't he going to make me beat the people on the martial arts leaderboard? You won against Zhao Kuo. Naturally, you'll take his place, and if I win against you, that's it. Of course, you know, giving some leeway... Hahaha."

  In the end, Han Xun's voice became very soft.

  Lu Fan raised his head and took a look at these two bronze puppets. Would this trick work? But it's worth trying anyway.

  Ling Yao listened to the two men's conversation, covering her mouth and giggling. These two rascals really have a way with them.

  Suddenly, Han Feng straightened his back and looked at Lu Fan, saying: "Lu Fan, you did well just now. But there are still some problems, let me point them out to you. Otherwise, you'll become arrogant and look down on others."

  Lu Fan suppressed his smile, drew out his heavy sword and said: "Is that so? Then why did Elder Han Feng just get beaten up so badly?"

  Han Feng's face didn't even turn red as he said, "I was just letting him win earlier, did you really fall for it? Look at this, the younger brother who received swordsmanship guidance from his elder brother is now lying on the ground."

  Han Feng waved his hand and the Bi Shui Chang Tian sword flew back into his hand, this move caused many people's eyes to light up.

  Then, Han Feng rushed forward and lightly stabbed a sword at Lu Fan.

  None of them saw anything unusual, but the next moment, Lu Fan was trembling as if he had been stabbed by dozens of swords, and then fell flat on his back to the ground.

  "Master Han Feng, you're too powerful! I'm no match for you. Your junior concedes!"

  Lu Fan said in a voice as if he had been seriously injured.

  Han Feng burst out laughing and turned to the two bronze guards, "Did you see that? Lu Fan, who defeated a strong warrior on the martial arts ranking list, is no match for me. Can I go in now?"

  Two bronze puppets exchanged a glance, their bronze heads completely unable to comprehend what was going on.

  But rules are rules, as long as you make it onto the martial arts ranking or defeat a martial artist who is already on the list, you can enter.

  "After a moment of silence, the two bronze puppets said in unison: 'You may enter.'"

  Han Feng turned his head and winked at Lu Fan, then burst out laughing as he walked into the cultivation tower.

  The scene caused the students around them to erupt in excitement.

  "What's going on? How did he get in?"

  "Can't you two idiots see through such an over-the-top performance?"

  "There's still this way in. I'll go find Lin right now."

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  Lu Fan slowly got up and patted the dust off his clothes. The surrounding students were either hurrying to call for help or still angrily protesting, but all of this had nothing to do with Lu Fan.

  Ling Yao blinked her eyes and looked at Lu Fan, saying: "Are all of you people from the First Yuan Institute so bad?"

  Lu Fan smiled and said, "This isn't bad. It's just a little clever."

  Ling Yao smiled lightly, her smile was very beautiful and clean, making people feel refreshed like a spring breeze.

  Ling Yao patted Lu Fan's shoulder and said, "Alright, you'd better hurry up and go in too. If possible, remember to help me pick a martial skill as well."

  Lu Fan smiled at Ling Yao and said: "Why don't you come with me instead? It's okay to perform again, right?"

  Ling Yao shook her head and said, "No need. I've heard from the instructor that taking martial skills in the Cultivation Tower also requires strength. With my current strength, I won't be able to get anything even if I go in. It's still up to you. I'll just wait for you outside."

  Lu Fan looked into Ling Yao's clear eyes and nodded slightly: "Alright. I'll go in, and when I come out, I'll treat you to dinner."

  Ling Yao said: "You want to take me to your Yuan Institute to have a meal. I want to see that Ling beast of yours called Xiao Hei."

  "No problem."

  He stood up, and Lu Fan walked in. The two bronze puppets were about to stop him. Lu Fan said loudly: "Although I lost, it's just a drop of one place. From the 32nd on the Martial Arts List to the 33rd, can't I come in?"

  Two bronze puppets heard this and were stunned. Their heads couldn't make sense of these messy things.

  It seems this little guy is right, so the two bronze guards let him in directly.

  The heavy gate was pushed open a crack, and Lu Fan walked in. Then the gate closed heavily, and all the noise behind him stopped suddenly.

  This is a vast space with countless golden flames shining above its head.

  These flames are like will-o'-the-wisps, floating and fluttering, sometimes high, sometimes low.

  Lu Fan focused his gaze and saw that among these flames, there were actually things like books.

  What's going on?

  As he continued to walk inside, Lu Fan saw the stone stairs leading to the second floor. However, these stone stairs were not ordinary, shining with complex patterns. Lu Fan could feel a powerful force surging on the stone stairs.

  "Lu Fan, junior brother, come and take a look at this."

  Suddenly, a voice came from beside the stone steps. It was Han Feng, his senior fellow disciple who had arrived earlier, calling out to him.

  With his butt stuck out, Han Feng seemed to have found something and was examining it carefully.

  Lu Fan walked up to Han Feng's side, and at the entrance was a stone tablet with "First Layer, Golden Flame" clearly written on it.

  "What does it mean?"

  Lu Fan spoke up and asked.

  Han Feng shook his head and said, "I don't quite understand, I guess it's referring to these dancing flames."

  Just as they were talking, there was suddenly a noise on both sides.

  The next moment, a giant puppet walked out, its stone body was over ten feet high, holding a long knife and with red light in its eyes.

  "Cultivator, choose your own martial skill. Each person can obtain one martial skill in this layer."

  Han Feng smiled and said: "The explainer has arrived, okay, although it's a puppet. Hey, big guy, the martial skills you're talking about are these golden flames?"

  "Puppet Cold said indifferently: 'Alright. You have one incense stick of time to choose. If you exceed one incense stick, you will be expelled from the Cultivation Tower. The highest martial skill in the first layer is Human Rank Middle Stage. If you want a higher and deeper martial skill, go to the second layer of the Cultivation Tower.'"

  Han Fen frowned and said, "Mid-tier of the Talented level is too low. Let's go, Lu Fan junior brother, follow me to the second floor. Everyone, when you say an hour, are you referring to an hour on this floor or an hour for the entire tower?"

  The puppet slowly said: "The entire tower will give you a total of one hour. On each floor, you can choose one martial skill, but remember, you only have one hour."

  "Today is the day of the Immortal Board. We must seize the time. Lu Fan, my junior brother, even if we can't get a Earth-level martial skill, at least we should strive for a Spirit-level peak martial skill. Hurry up and go upwards."

  Lu Fan responded with a sound and hurriedly went upstairs.

  But just as his foot landed on the stairs, Lu Fan felt a force that wasn't particularly strong pulling him downwards.

  The two of them suddenly slowed down.

  "Damn it, going up a floor is such a hassle. I wish I could fly."

  Lu Fan could imagine how troublesome all the subsequent levels would be.

  As expected, as Lingyao said, even if one enters, wanting martial skills still depends on one's own strength.