On the eighth floor of the Gravity Tower, Tang Mang seemed to have collapsed. He sat on the ground, breathing heavily. Thinking about the danger on the ninth floor just now, he was trembling all over and had lingering fears.
"It seems that I still overestimate myself. It is impossible for me to climb to the ninth floor in my current physical body."
Tang Mang laughed at himself, then revealed his eyes and clenched his fists: "However, when I break through to the ninth level of the physical realm, the strength of my physical body will increase greatly, and I will be able to withstand the gravity field of the ninth level."
Although he only had two short breaths to climb to the ninth level, Tang Mang also detected that the gravity field of the ninth level was about 32,000 kilograms. As long as he broke through to the ninth level of the physical realm, he would definitely be able to compete.
As his thoughts turned, Tang Mang thought of something and said excitedly: "This eighth level is not bad. The gravity field does not exceed the limit of my physical body. If I practice here for a long time, I should be able to break through to the ninth level of the physical realm faster."
Thinking of this, Tang Mang rested for a while, stood up, took off his clothes, applied ointment all over his body, and then performed Liger Boxing.
However, in the eighth floor, the gravity field had a force of more than 26,000 kilograms. Tang Mang felt as if he was in a quagmire when he punched, and his movements were at least countless times slower.
Moreover, practicing boxing here consumes a lot of energy.
After just a few breaths, Tang Mang felt that it was too much. He was sweating profusely and his muscles were sore. It was unbearable.
"What's this pain? It can't kill me. I can persist. I must persist."
Tang Mang was a slave since he was a child and grew up enduring hardships. His biggest goal was to become stronger and stronger and change his own destiny, so he was extremely determined in martial arts. He gritted his teeth and continued to practice boxing, regardless of the pain in his body.
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However, when Tang Mang's Liger Fist reached the thirty-third position, a strong wind rolled in like a wave, and then a figure came to Tang Mang like a ghost.
"Elder, who are you?" Tang Mang was a little surprised when he saw the person coming.
The visitor was naturally Han Fang. Seeing that Tang Mang was still practicing boxing intact, he breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time cursed: "You bastard, why are you going to the ninth floor when you have nothing to do? Are you tired of living?"
"Well……"
Tang Mang scratched his head, bowed and said apologetically: "Elder, I know I was wrong. I wanted to take a look at the ninth floor because I was curious."
"curious?"
Han Fang was even more angry: "Don't you know curiosity can kill people?"
Tang Mang is the person appointed by Fu Hongyun. Although Han Fang is an elder of the outer sect and has a high status, he must be respectful in front of Fu Hongyun. After all, Fu Hongyun is an elder of the inner sect and a master of the Vientiane Realm.
Besides, Han Fang had collected a lot of materials over the years and was counting on Fu Hongyun to refine weapons for him, but he didn't want Tang Mang to die in the outer gravity tower he was guarding.
Tang Mang didn't know what happened to Fu Hongyun. Seeing that although Han Fang scolded him fiercely, he was obviously extremely concerned about his safety. He couldn't help but become more confused. He scratched his head and said, "Elder, why are you..."
Han Fang didn't wait for him to finish speaking and said: "Why do I care about you so much, right?"
"That's right."
Tang Mang nodded.
Han Fang smiled and said: "Haha, don't think so wildly. Let me tell you the truth, there are people above who are optimistic about you."
"Someone from above is interested in me? Who?"
Tang Mang was surprised and confused, but he understood that the person Han Fang mentioned was probably not Tang Wanqing. After all, Tang Wanqing was only a core disciple within the sect, and his status could only be considered equal to that of the elders of the outer sect.
Han Fang did not say who it was, and said with a smile: "Who it is, I can't tell you yet, but now that you have climbed to the eighth floor, I think you will know who the other party is soon."
After saying that, he warned: "You are in good health, but the eighth-level gravity field is also very powerful. You can practice it, but remember to do it according to your ability. Once you can't bear it, you must leave the tower."
After saying that, he left in a hurry, apparently preparing to report to Fu Hongyun that Tang Mang climbed to the eighth floor and even wandered around on the ninth floor.
After Han Fang left, Tang Mang was not in a hurry to practice, and thought thoughtfully: "It seems that the person above should be an elder of the inner sect, but I don't know who it is? Could it be Sister Wanqing's master?"
Tang Wanqing's master is the elder of the inner sect. From Tang Mang's point of view, it is very likely that he is the elder.
Thinking of this, Tang Mang said again: "The effect of the ointment is about to disappear, no matter what, I still seize the time to practice."
Thinking about it, I quickly started practicing boxing.
Not to mention Tang Mang, the news that someone climbed to the eighth floor of the Gravity Tower and even stayed on the ninth floor for a while soon spread throughout the outer gate.
Suddenly, the outer door shook, and countless people swarmed outside the gravity tower. They saw the dazzling light emitting from the stone beads on the outer wall of the eighth floor, and knew that someone had really climbed to the eighth floor.
The news spread not only to the outer sect, but also to the inner sect. Many people knew that a disciple from the outer sect had climbed to the eighth floor of the Gravity Tower.
"Tsk, tsk, a monster came out of the outer door!"
"No, but it's still not as good as our sect master."
"That is, the sect leader climbed to the tenth level in one breath with his cultivation at the tenth level of the physical realm. Who can compare?"
"But the other party is not bad. After all, he climbed to the eighth floor and even stayed on the ninth floor for a while."
"Well, I just don't know what the other party's specific state is?"
"By the way, Tang Mang came out of the outer gate recently. Isn't that guy Tang Mang?"
"It's possible."
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Just as the outer sect disciples gathered in the Gravity Tower, many inner sect disciples were talking about it.
In a solitary peak hall among the mountains in the inner gate, Fu Hongyun was a little surprised when he heard Han Fang's report, "You mean that kid climbed to the eighth floor?"
"yes!"
Han Fang nodded affirmatively and said truthfully: "Elder Hongyun, Tang Mang not only climbed to the eighth floor, but that guy was so courageous that he even went to the ninth floor for a spin."
"What, he is only at the seventh level of the physical realm, but he dares to go to the ninth level? And he is not injured?"
Fu Hongyun said in shock.
Han Fang shook his head: "He is not the seventh level of the physical realm, but the eighth level of the physical realm. He should have broken through recently."
"It turns out there was a breakthrough."
Fu Hongyun suddenly realized and sighed: "But with the cultivation level of the eighth level of the physical body, being able to stay on the ninth floor of the Gravity Tower for a moment can be called a monster among monsters. If you really compare it, I'm afraid even the sect master back then can't compare.
That boy."
Han Fang agreed: "Yes, the sect leader climbed to the top of the Gravity Tower back then, but he has the cultivation level of the tenth level of the physical realm, and Tang Mang may not need to wait until the tenth level of the physical realm to reach the tenth level."
Fu Hongyun nodded, then thought of something, and stood up suddenly: "No, no, that kid is extremely talented. If those old immortals know about it, why don't you snatch it from me?"
As he spoke, he waved his big hand, and a large ball of flame appeared in front of him. With a crackling sound, it quickly turned into a fire bird.
The firebird was huge, with two wings on its back, a pair of sharp claws under its belly, and eyes and nose. Although it was condensed with flames, it looked real, and Han Fang on the side couldn't tell the real thing from the fake one.
Just seeing the firebird appear, Han Fang was a little puzzled: "Elder Hongyun, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, I'm going to see that boy."
As Fu Hongyun spoke, he jumped up and stood firmly on the back of the firebird. The firebird hissed, flapped its wings, and flew straight into the distance.