Martial Inverse

Chapter 136 Strange Things

Ten minutes have passed...

Half an hour has passed...

The students entered one after another, and from time to time some students came out, taking turns to change, but Feng Hao never came out.

An hour has passed...

At this time, the old man at the door could not calm down, and turned his head more frequently.

Two hours have passed...

There is still no response inside, and the old man is also a little uneasy. Such seedlings must be cultivated well, and it is impossible to say that another Wuzong will come out in the future.

"Is something wrong?"

His eyes narrowed, and he glanced outside the tower, looking at the students walking out one after another, he walked towards the inside of the tower.

Going to the fourth row, only a dozen of the closed rooms here are closed. The old man probed the past one by one, but found nothing unusual, and frowned at the moment.

"fine?"

The old man's heart trembled, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

To be able to persist for two hours, that is not something that ordinary middle-level martial arts can do.

"Looks like it's another geek!"

With a slight smile, the old man walked out again.

...

Enduring the pain of thunder, Feng Hao came to the door of an empty room, pushed the door and walked in, and then locked the door.

There was nothing in the small room, it was just an empty room, and after taking a deep breath, Feng Hao sat cross-legged, and suddenly his body trembled again.

One after another electric current passed through the whole body in an instant, like ten thousand insects devouring the body, frantically gnawing at every muscle, tendon, and bone inside and outside the body, and his body also faintly carried strands of silver-white color, and the strips were small. The electric arc burst out of his body, showing off his minions in that claws.

Pain, numb!

Feng Hao only has these two feelings. His face is also a little distorted, and the corners of his mouth are twitching. Obviously, even with his current physique, he still can't withstand such a strong electric current.

"Tsk tsk, this place is really a treasure for fitness."

On the left hand, the quaint ring exuded a gleaming light, and an old figure appeared. He stretched out his hand, moved his fingers, and arcs appeared between his fingers.

"hey-hey!..."

Although there was a burst of numbness all over his body, Feng Hao's eyes still flashed with excitement.

This kind of numbness is indeed difficult for ordinary people to resist, but for Feng Hao, who has undergone different crystal washing, this is nothing.

"This intensity..."

Looking at the arc on his finger, Fen Lao frowned slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in his bright eyes, and he murmured, "That's not right, isn't it, this alien crystal hasn't formed yet?"

"No...molding?"

Feng Hao's body was still shaking, but there was deep surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, it should be unformed."

Fen Lao nodded, dissipated the arc on his fingers, and said with a cautious face, "Thunder-type heteromorphic crystals are not so easy to condense. Thunder attribute, but it is hard to say whether it can form different crystals."

"Can't form?"

Feng Hao was in a hurry and stood up directly, as if he could not feel the numbness and pain in his body.

"What's this."

Fen Lao rolled his eyes, blaming him for making a fuss, "Your mid-grade ice-attribute variant crystals are all condensed from thousands of miles of glaciers, not to mention thunder-attribute!"

"This..."

Feng Hao was speechless by what he said, and he couldn't find any reason to refute it.

"I think it's a bit strange here. This terrain should not have the thunder attribute."

Fen Lao's eyes flickered brightly, as if he could penetrate everything. He stared straight into the depths of the black tower. After a while, his body was shaken, and he exclaimed, "How is this possible?!"

"What's wrong? Master?"

Looking at the old man who kept shaking his head, Feng Hao was also puzzled.

With the knowledge of the old man, how could he ever be so gaffe?

"call..."

After a while, Fen Laocai let out a long sigh, gave Feng Hao a complicated look, and said with emotion, "There will be no different crystals formed here."

"In the future, when you reach King Wu, you can go deep and explore, there are benefits you can't imagine."

After speaking, he glanced at Fenghao again, and whispered again, "So that's what happened, no wonder this kid appeared here."

Looking at the disappearing figure of the old man, Feng Hao stood there with a bewildered face, not knowing what to do.

Fen Lao said so much, he probably knew that there is no condensing of different crystals here, but there are some special existences, and they need the level of Martial King to explore.

"Wu Wang..."

Feng Hao was speechless for a while, what kind of existence is that? Maybe only the dynasty has such an existence, right?

And now, he is just a martial artist.

A burst of electricity hit his body, causing his body to tremble, and then he sat down again.

The time for cultivation always goes by faster, and it slips away invisibly.

When Feng Hao opened his eyes, he remembered that he seemed to have an agreement with Wan Xin.

"broken!"

He didn't know what time it was, but he jumped up, opened the door and walked out.

When he came out, he saw the old man at the entrance of the tower standing there.

"You came out?"

The eyes of the old man flickered, looking at Feng Hao's somewhat impatient expression, his heart twitched.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Hao was stunned, not knowing why.

"Uh..."

Seeing that he was still relaxed, the old man couldn't accept it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and many words turned into a sigh.

A middle-level martial artist entered the fourth floor and stayed there for eleven hours! If he hadn't been here personally, he wouldn't have been able to accept this fact, especially, looking at the idle look on Feng Hao's face...

Nima, what kind of monster is this?

Taking a deep breath, the old man suppressed the shock in his heart, "Do you know how long you have been in here?"

"Uh...this..."

Feng Hao scratched his head, "I don't know... Is there a time limit?"

The old man shook his head, "You've been in there for eleven hours!"

"It's been so long?"

Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, then patted his forehead, "I'm sorry, Xin'er must be in a hurry."

Thinking about it, he hurried again.

"that..."

Seeing that he didn't respond at all, as if it were normal, the old man took a few hard breaths, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, "Are you okay?"

"Um."

Feng Hao nodded again and again, and his heart was also anxious.

"Then go, remember to come tomorrow."

"Thank you!"

Looking at Feng Hao's figure, the old man took a hard breath, walked out of the black tower and walked somewhere.