In the previous ten floors, Lu Chuan can be said to have passed very easily.
Because it is really not too difficult, even at the tenth level, the creature strength encountered is only a brass four-star. In Lu Chuan's several skill sweeps, all of them were beheaded and their corpses were killed. They all picked them up and threw them into the storage bag.
As long as it is a Warcraft, then it is valuable. If a hunter hunts a sturdy Warcraft, the value provided by the Warcraft can almost be used as food for half a month.
The meat can be eaten, the skin can be made into leather, and the bones can be made into some of the most common bone weapons for the warriors who have just stepped into the mind of a warrior.
The magic core in its body is even more a good thing for cultivation. As long as it reaches the five-star brass beast, it will condense the magic core. Even the most inferior first-level demon core can buy dozens of silver coins on the market.
After several layers of raids, Lu Chuan's storage bag was full of various beasts, and the miscellaneous sums up, perhaps also have the value of hundreds of gold coins.
For Lu Chuan, this trial tower is not just for cultivation, he can also make a fortune together.
If Jiawen and his team outside knew that every time Lu Chuan passed through the floor, it would take more than ten minutes to clean the battlefield and retrieve the trophies, I would be dumbfounded.
The warriors of others are afraid of running out of time, so they rush to the next level immediately after quickly solving this layer to ensure that they have maintained an excellent combat state to attack higher levels.
But Lu Chuan was picking up corpses leisurely...
However, this leisurely situation was finally broken after Lu Chuan stepped onto the eleventh floor of the land.
The eleventh floor, to be precise, is more like the hall of a house of a noble family. It is resplendent and magnificent, with a soft red carpet underfoot, and the wall seems to be repainted with a special kind of jade suet Like it over and over again, exuding a faint jade-like luster.
In front of him, there were three animal skin sofas with excellent texture, which were placed in front of Lu Chuan in the shape of a product.
In the middle of the sofa, sitting a little old man in a black dress and a blue bow. He gently shook a glass of wine, staring sharply at Luchuan like an eagle.
"Hello young samurai, welcome to the arrogance level." The little old man slowly placed the wine glass on the coffee table in front of him and stood up.
He was very short, even less than half of Lu Chuan's height, but when he stood up, he seemed to have the grandeur of the world and the spirit of a king.
Obviously a lot shorter than Lu Chuan, but the gaze he looked at Lu Chuan actually gave Lu Chuan a ridiculous feeling that he was looking down on himself.
It was as if a giant was looking down at the ants under his feet.
"Arrogance?" Lu Chuan looked around cautiously.
"There is no need to look for it. I am the guardian at this level. Defeat me and you can lead to the higher world." The little old man's eyes were smiling, but the smile was extremely arrogant and arrogant in Lu Chuan's eyes. Arrogance, as if Lu Chuan was in his eyes, it was nothing but ashes that could be crushed by moving his fingers.
Lu Chuan didn't act rashly, but quietly spread his mental power and found out the strength of the little old man.
The results obtained surprised Lu Chuan.
The little old man in front of him didn't have the slightest fluctuations in his body that a warrior should have.
However, Lu Chuan would not take it lightly because of this. You must know that there are many secret methods that can condense one's breath in Valoran. Such secret methods to converge the entire body's breath fluctuations are rare, but it is not impossible.
Holding the Duolan sword in his hand, Lu Chuan suddenly stepped on the ground with a dull sound, shooting at the little old man like a hurried arrow, and a bright purple light was quietly formed on the hilt of the sword.
"Blast!" With Lu Chuan's scream, a blow that contained turbulent energy, it slashed the old man's face, and accompanied by the howling wind, blowing the little old man's white temples. Wanton dancing.
The little old man stood still holding his hand and stood quietly on the spot, but when the bitter attack fell on his forehead, the little old man moved.
He did not move his hands, nor did he move his footsteps, still standing on the spot.
He moved his mouth.
"Stop it."
He seemed to be telling Lu Chuan an extremely plain thing, but Lu Chuan's fierce offensive actually stopped in front of the little old man.
The strong wind blows the white hair on the old man's forehead to both sides, and the old man's muddy eyes looked at Lu Chuan with interest.
"How is it possible?" Lu Chuan withdrew the Duolan Jian and hurriedly backed away a few steps. The little old man was a little weird.
He clearly stood still on the spot, and there was no energy fluctuation from beginning to end.
But why, his sword couldn’t hurt him. Instead, he stopped abruptly in front of his forehead, as if a pair of huge pliers clamped the hilt of the Dolan sword to death. , So that Lu Chuan could not press down by half a point.
"Isn't it weird, why did the seemingly bitter offensive stop in front of me, and I didn't do anything?" As if seeing through Lu Chuan's mind, the old man squinted and smiled. A bit arrogant and provocative.
Without Lu Chuan answering, the old man continued.
"Because you are too weak and small, your attack can't affect me at all. An ant bites an ordinary person, and the ordinary person will at most tickle, right?" Sarcastic, disdainful, arrogant, this is Lu Chuan to the old man evaluation of.
Lu Chuan hadn't used all of his hole cards at this time, but the old man seemed to have mastered all the situation, he knew everything well, and he was confident.
But at worst, this is arrogance and arrogance.
"It's not over yet, let's try this trick!" Lu Chuan hooked the corner of his mouth and twisted his wrist. A hot fire was urged out of his body by him, climbing onto the hilt of the sword, Ling in his hand. His Duolan sword was stained with a layer of crimson color like magma.
"Li Huojian!" As soon as the fire burst out, it suddenly attacked the little old man like a roaring fire dragon. The temperature of the fire is so high that wherever the fire dragon passes, the red carpet on the ground is burning.
Now Lu Chuan and the Lihuo Sword have a very high degree of fit, and they have reached the state of free will. The Lihuo Sword released at will, without even needing to accumulate power, can exert at least 80% of its power.
As the fire dragon swept through and tossed, it had already wrapped the little old man round and round, and immediately followed, Lu Chuan stretched out his hand and drank in a low mouth.
"burst!"
"Bang!!" The fire dragon entwining the little old man burst open at this moment, the fire fog spread rapidly, sparks splashed everywhere, igniting the surrounding furniture one after another.
Soon, the surrounding area seemed to be plunged into a sea of fire. Lu Chuan, who was surrounded by fire, had no effect on being in the sea of fire, but the little old man who looked vulnerable might be turned into ashes at this moment. Bar
"Sir, I'm sorry, if you want to go up, I can only get rid of you, but I think you should be resurrected soon, old soul body." Lu Chuan said to himself, through the previous statement. During the battle, he could perceive that the old man was not a real body, but a soul.
It seems that thousands of years ago, the ability to create this trial tower was also a puppet master.
Moreover, judging from the fact that the old gentleman's body is as solid as a real person, the puppet master's power in the early years is probably better than the previous void messenger.
Swiping around, when Lu Chuan was about to lift his leg and walk towards the twelfth floor, he suddenly heard an old voice coming from behind him.
"Young man, don't be so anxious. As I said, any of your attacks will have no effect on me. Because you are too weak. It is impossible for the ants to hurt me half a point." Lu Chuan's expression changed and he turned around. , Found that the little old man was still standing with his hand holding his hand with a smile, standing in the middle of the sea of fire, letting the tongue of fire flutter in front of him, but he was still unmoved.
[First update sent, it seems that our protagonist has encountered some difficult problems, how should we deal with it? Welcome friends to actively and boldly guess~ The solution will be given in the next chapter]
[Thanks to the little friends'Bing Leng','Teng Teng','Qingcheng, Phantom','Misui ㄋ Homecoming','Jianben Wuxin','Not beautiful and temperless' for their rewards
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