Chapter Eighty-Fifth: Charging into the Sixth Layer

  With a surge of energy in his palm, Lu Fan slowly extracted the martial skills from the Primordial Fire. The terrifying Primordial Fire did not cause much harm to Lu Fan.

  Lu Fan's aura was far more resilient than the aura of the fierce, and with the dragon tribe's blood skin and fiery golden body, the feeling that the ghostly fire gave Lu Fan was just a little scorching, nothing more.

  Han Feng Mali got up and looked at Lu Fan as he drew out his martial skills.

  In an instant, the Wuguang fire disappeared like a phantom. Lu Fan looked at the cover of the Wugong and read out loud: "Liu Guang Shen Fa".

  Han Feng leaned forward, directly flipping the martial skills book to the last page, pointing at the two green lines on the book and said: "All the martial skills of Wudao Academy use this line mark to identify the skill. The colors are yellow, green, red and gold. One green line is low-level Ling grade, two lines are mid-level Ling grade martial skills, three lines are high-level Ling grade. If it's a ground-level martial skill, then it would be marked with a red line."

  Lu Fan nodded in understanding.

  Take this martial art book in hand and prepare to find another one.

  Just then, the giant silver puppet spoke up, twisting its shiny silver head and saying in a buzzing voice: "Each person can only take one martial skill per level. If you don't want this martial skill, please throw it away, and then you can choose another."

  Lu Fan hummed and turned his hand to prepare to throw out the martial skills.

  Just then, a man and woman beside them spoke up in unison: "Wait."

  Lu Fan turned his head and looked at the two of them, saying: "What's going on?"

  A man and a woman stepped forward. The man said, "I am Jin Feiyu of the Leiting Institute. She is Feng Hua of the Kuangtong Institute. I suppose you should have heard of our two names."

  Lu Fan said calmly: "I am Lu Fan of the First Yuan Institute. He is my senior brother Han Feng. I'm very sorry, but I really don't know what you two want."

  Jin Feiyu and Feng Hua heard that Lu Fan was actually from the One Yuan Institute, and they were stunned for a moment.

  Jin Feiyu frowned and said, "Can people from the First Yuan Court also cultivate in the Cultivation Tower?"

  This one sentence made Lu Fan and Han Feng's faces slightly unpleasant.

  Jin Feiyu and Feng Hua exchanged a glance, and upon hearing that Lu Fan and Han Fen were actually from the same Yuan Institute, their faces clearly showed a few more points of pride.

  Jin Feiyu said, "Forget it. No matter which branch you're from, since you can reach the fifth floor of this cultivation tower, you must have some skills. I see that you're not afraid of this Netherfire, so I'd like to ask for your help in getting two high-level spiritual martial techniques. As a reward, I can give you some medicinal materials, money, or other forms of compensation."

  Feng Hua also stood up and said, "Both I and Jin Feiyu are ranked in the top thirty of the martial arts ranking list. In Wudao Academy, we have some reputation too. If you're willing to help us with this matter, if there's anything that happens in Wudao Academy in the future, you can come find me for help. This is my promise to you."

  Lu Fan said calmly: "I think, I'm afraid there's nothing you need to help me with."

  Han Feng muttered beside him, "You two are so annoying, is that all? Shouldn't you be leaving now? Lu Fan, junior brother, quickly put away the martial skill in your hand. Go find a high-ranking Ling-level martial skill."

  Feng Hua and Jin Feiyu's faces both turned dark.

  Lu Fan was also too lazy to care about these two people who were bursting with superiority. He only had one hour of time, so he should hurry up and find a martial technique.

  Just as he was about to throw away the martial arts technique in his hand, Jin Feiyu suddenly grabbed his arm.

  "Wait a minute, won't you reconsider? You're willing to risk offending two of the top thirty martial artists just to not help us out?"

  Lu Fan suddenly transformed his aura into a powerful blast, twenty times the intensity of his usual aura, covering his arm and directly sending Jin Feiyu flying back several steps.

  "First, you're not some kind of strong expert. Second, if you really needed help, you wouldn't be speaking to me in this tone. As my senior brother said, now it's time for you to scram! If you want martial skills, go get them yourself!"

  After finishing speaking, Lu Fan threw out the mid-grade spiritual martial skill in his hand. Feng Hua just wanted to speak up and ask Lu Fan to give her this martial skill, but Lu Fan didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

  The moment the martial skill was thrown out, the surrounding air quickly gathered a black flame that wrapped around the martial skill.

  The next moment, a new dark fireball appeared and flew up.

  Jin Feiyu said coldly to Lu Fan: "You will regret it."

  Feng Hua turned and walked away, heading straight to the fourth floor. Her time was limited, and since she couldn't get any martial skills on the fifth floor, she could only return to the fourth floor and quickly find a book.

  Jin Feiyu was unwilling to leave like this and stood still on the spot thinking of a solution.

  Lu Fan and Han Feng were too lazy to reason with them, in an instant, Lu Fan jumped up again, this time Lu Fan's two hands struck out, directly grabbing the two fireballs.

  Just like before, Wuji drew out his martial skills. Han Feng hastily leaned in closer and watched carefully.

  "Again, two mid-grade spiritual martial techniques? I'm fed up. Where have all the high-grade spiritual martial techniques gone?"

  Lu Fan shook his head and threw out the martial arts technique, continuing to struggle on.

  After a moment of fragrance, Lu Fan suddenly saw a fireball that was obviously faster than the others.

  With a single step in mid-air, Lu Fan employed a bit of the Refiner's technique, using wind energy to envelop the fireball, then grasped it firmly in his hand.

  With anticipation, Lu Fan took out the manual from the fireball, didn't even bother to look at the cover, directly flipped to the last page, and what entered his eyes were three lines of mysterious symbols.

  "Haha, first book of Ling level high rank."

  Han Feng leaned his head over, with a frenzied light in his eyes.

  Lu Fan finally looked at the cover, with four large characters: "Long Yang Lian Ti Jue".

  He slightly furrowed his brow, this seemed to be a Body Refining Technique. A Spirit-level Body Refining Technique wasn't very effective for Lu Fan at the moment.

  He also has the Blazing Golden Body, a spiritual-level martial skill, although it's a bit low, it's barely enough to use. Plus, he has the dragon tribe's blood skin and scale armor. His defensive means are many, and spending more time cultivating his body-refining technique would be somewhat wasteful.

  Lu Fan wanted a good boxing technique. With the Wuji Lian Shen Jue as the foundation, if he could get his hands on a high-level Ling-class boxing technique and master it, merging it with his current skills, his attack sharpness would increase greatly once again.

  Master Han Fan quickly flipped through the martial arts manual and saw a sentence that read: "Those who cultivate the Dragon Yang Body Refining Technique will have vigorous qi and blood, strong yang energy, can sleep with hundreds of women at night, and their golden gun will never fall."

  "Alright then, this one's mine! I've made up my mind. Haha!"

  Lu Fan looked at Han Feng Shixiong with drool almost dripping down, and hastily stuffed the book into his pants. Han Feng Shixiong burst out laughing happily.

  Lu Fan had always suspected that Han Feng Shixiong might have put a spatial ring in his pants, otherwise how could he fit so many things in there without it being visible from the outside.

  Shake off these messy thoughts.

  Lu Fan turned around and walked towards the stone steps in front of him.

  Han Feng shouted: "Lu Fan, junior brother, you won't be thinking of going through the sixth floor, will you?"

  Lu Fan calmly said: "Since there's still time, why not give it a try. Han Feng Shixiong, you wait for me here."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Fan walked up the stairs, and a strong gust of wind suddenly blew, causing Lu Fan's clothes to flutter loudly, almost blowing him back.

  Jin Feiyu beside him said loudly: "The sixth floor is not something you can charge through. Lu Fan of the First Yuan Institute."

  Jin Feiyu emphasized several words in a low voice.

  Lu Fan glanced at him and smiled lightly, his footsteps firm as he continued upwards.