Step by step until you are parallel to the ground, Fang Cheng looked at the ground at right angles to him and took a deep breath.

The lines on the chest flashed, and a door suddenly appeared in front of him, and Fang Cheng walked in.

There are still stairs inside, nine sections!

The same inclination angle changes the same gravity.

After Fang Cheng finished walking the Jiujie Road, his entire person's direction was completely opposite to the ground.

And now his location is actually a circular corridor, with the tower wall in front of him.

When I turned around, I was the zeroth floor of this tower.

A gossip-like pattern that overwhelms the gravity-changing ladder, connected by wooden bridges.

According to the introduction on the jade slip, this Bagua pattern is where the staff of Mizang Tower work.

The eight directions correspond to the first to eight floors of the tower. The procedures must be completed in the corresponding direction and the qualification to enter the tower before they can enter the first to eight floors of the tower.

Fang Cheng walked over and handed over his envelope.

The man looked at the envelope and said respectfully: "Please go to the eighth level to obtain qualification."

Fang Cheng went to the eighth direction, and the staff there also looked at the envelope, took out a talisman, and handed it to Fang Cheng: "Please take this and go directly to the eighth floor."

"Okay, thank you."

"It's okay, maybe I will rely on you in the future!"

Fang Cheng smiled.

The big and round corridor outside has eight staircases in the corresponding places in eight directions. Each staircase has a layer of light like water, blocking the road into it.

Fang Cheng came to the stairs in the eighth direction, and the talisman paper on his hand shone, and the light shone away, revealing the road.

This is the staircase, and it is a staircase that leads directly to the eighth floor. There will be no entrances to other levels in the middle. When you walk into this staircase, you can only enter the eighth floor.

"If this tower was built on the ground, wouldn't it mean that the stairs that went upstairs were all outside the tower?"

Fang Cheng thought about this boring question and walked in.

Then he discovered that the staircase was not straight, but surrounded the tower and formed a circle.

This is nothing, at most you just walk for a while.

However, along the way, he encountered eight barriers, all relying on the talisman paper in his hand to enter.

"The tower goes deeper into the ground, the deeper it goes. I feel like I'm walking upwards, but in fact it's just because the direction of gravity is wrong. In fact, I'm walking downwards! It's a really strange experience!"

I didn't meet anyone on the way.

According to general rules, as a place where classics are hidden, the higher the number of layers, the smaller the area, the fewer classics are hidden, and the more precious they are.

Naturally, the higher the price you need to pay to obtain such a classic.

The cost of obtaining the eighth-level classics is naturally very high.

After going around a big circle, Fang Cheng finally saw the end.

A layer of water light covers, as a barrier, through this hazy water light, you can vaguely see the scene inside.

open!

The water light shone opens, and Fang Cheng walks in.

The eighth floor is really empty, and it looks almost blank at first glance.

There are only ten bookshelfs, arranged casually.

A middle-aged man with a mustache and looks like a gentle scholar, stood in front of a bookshelf and picked up the books and looked at them.

Perhaps the sound of Fang Cheng coming in alarmed him, he looked back and was surprised.

"How did you come in? This eighth level, you have to build the foundation if you have to enter the golden elixir... No, the eighth level of Qi training? Interesting. It was the first time I saw that I had just completed three transformations after practicing Qi training."

He just took a few glances to see through Fang Cheng's cultivation.

"Come on, tell me how you got up."

Fang Cheng stood at the door, presented an envelope with both hands, and said, "I was recommended by Senior Qinghe, this is his letter to me."

The scribe made a random move and the envelope flew over.

After reading it at a glance, the scribe laughed and said, "The eldest brother actually went to Danling City halfway. He was still idle and had nothing to do. He made that kind of promise. He was really idle and had nothing to do."

He shook his fingers, ten bookshelfs flew away, placed against the wall, and took out a chair from the storage ring, sat down and said, "You go back, I won't accept disciples."

Fang Cheng was stunned and hurriedly said, "Senior, do nothing, just refuse directly?"

The literati said, "From what you mean, you seem to want to worship me as your teacher?"

"yes!"

The scribe thought, "Although I don't want to accept disciples at all, you are right. After all, it was introduced by the senior brother. If I did nothing, I would directly reject you. I'm afraid he would come to me for something, which would be even more troublesome. In this way, I will test you simply."

Fang Cheng asked: "If I pass the test, will my senior accept me as his disciple?"

The scribe shook his head and said, "Of course not. I don't want to accept disciples at all. I'll test you. I just want to give an explanation to my senior brother."

Fang Cheng's eyes rolled and he thought to himself: "Although this senior doesn't want to accept disciples, he doesn't show a very disgusting attitude, nor does he drive me away without saying a word. In addition, he said so much to me, which means that his personality is not so explosive. That's good, and I still have room for bargaining."

Although he thought so in his heart, Fang Cheng said directly: "Since that's the case, I will not waste my senior's time. Say goodbye."

As he said that, he turned around and left.

The scholar moved his finger and an ice wall appeared in front of Fang Cheng instantly, blocking his way.

"You can't leave, you must accept this test!"

Fang Cheng felt that the ice wall in front of him was not too strong, and he immediately understood that this ice wall was a test.

Immediately waved my hand and the flame erupted, hitting the ice wall and about to melt.

The scholar couldn't help but smile, his fingers moved lightly, and a strong wind suddenly came, trying to blow the flames in a direction.

Fang Cheng stomped his footsteps and raised an earth wall to block the direction of the wind.

The next moment, several large trees grew on the earth wall, with mixed roots, crushing the earth wall, and at the same time, the branches and leaves of the trees extended and appeared in front of the ice wall to block the flames.

Fang Cheng withdrew the flames, and a white light flashed on his hands, forming a long knife, slashing towards the number.

The trees suddenly exploded and erupted countless flames.

Fang Cheng quickly retreated, and the water suddenly appeared, flooding the flames.

The scribe smiled softly, and the soil stretched out, blocking the road of the water flow.

Fang Cheng's fingers were connected, and a little bit of green light fell on the soil. In an instant, countless vines grew, trapping the soil.

Saw!

In the soil, countless sharp blades emerged, intertwined each other, cutting the vines into countless pieces.

Fang Cheng waved his hand, the vines turned into fuel, and the flames burst out, melting the sharp blades.

"Okay, okay," the scribe clapped his hands and said, "Each type of gold, wood, water, fire and earth seems to be a major in the practice, and each type is well mastered. Little guy, your name is Fang Cheng, right? Tell me, what is your spiritual root?"

Fang Cheng turned around and held his fist and said, "I dare not deceive seniors. The younger generation has all the gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and all of them are top-quality!"
Chapter completed!