Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

"What about further up?"

Ling Yun said.

"That's not a realm that you and I can pay attention to."

The obese young man said: "It is rumored that above the Heavenly Soul, there are masters of the Void Soul. The spiritual liquid turns into spiritual agang, breaking the void, destroying the heaven and earth with every move.

However, at least at my level, I have never really come into contact with such an expert, and I don’t know where to find one.

Like you and me, it is more realistic to aim for the ninth level of life soul. Even if it is a heavenly soul, it can only be regarded as a dream for the time being. As long as I can become a ninth level master in this life, I will be satisfied. "

This fat young man has already reached the level of Martial Emperor, that is, a seventh-level master.

But his ultimate goal is just to reach the ninth level.

It can be seen that even in the Daluo Upper Realm, it is not an easy task to advance to the ninth level of life soul.

"Thank you for helping me clear up my doubts. I don't know what to call you?"

Ling Yun said.

"Haha, my surname is Luo, and my name is the same as Feng. You can just call me Fatty Luo."

The obese young man smiled.

When the two of them were talking, they had already arrived at the gate of the pagoda camp.

"This pagoda camp is filled with elites from all the lower realms."

The obese young man said: "Senior Brother Shen and I are actually from the lower realm, but we have obtained the qualification to join Futu Island, and we have become monks in the upper realm of Daluo.

Now, we are both disciples of the Buddha Camp, and we are also helping Futu Island manage the Buddha Camp.

There are a lot of geniuses in this pagoda camp, and some people I don’t even dare to mess with. If you can tolerate it, try your best to endure it. "

Next, the obese young man introduced the situation of Xiafutu Camp to Ling Yun.

The pagoda camp is divided into an outer camp and an inner camp, with a total of more than 300 people.

Everyone is an elite, most of them are Martial Emperors, and a few are Martial Saints.

This is simply more evil than the geniuses on the ancient list.

But this is also normal.

According to the division of the Daluo Upper Realm, the strength of the Ancient Continent is at the bottom of more than a thousand lower realms. It can be seen that the other lower realms must have strong foundations.

"Eh? Why did Senior Brother Luo bring a Wuzong here?"

"In this pagoda camp, the lowest is the Martial Emperor. It is said that there was a Martial Lord before, but there was no such thing as a Martial Emperor."

"How could such garbage come to the Buddha Camp? I don't know which person from the lower world it is."

After Ling Yun entered the pagoda camp, he immediately attracted a lot of strange looks.

The glances and comments around him did not make Ling Yun's expression change at all.

This made Luo Feng couldn't help but secretly nod, feeling that although Ling Yun's cultivation level was very low, he was in a good mood.

Generally speaking, even if a warrior has low talent, as long as he is in a decent state of mind, his final achievements will not be too bad.

As for the disciples around him, he was not surprised that they were still shouting "Martial Sect" or something like that.

After all, the warriors in this pagoda camp all come from the lower realm, and people are still accustomed to using the martial arts standards of the lower realm to distinguish their cultivation levels.

After writing it down, Luo Feng registered Ling Yun.

After completing the registration, Ling Yun was equivalent to joining the Futu Camp.

"Fat Luo, we heard from Senior Brother Shen before that a piece of garbage from the lower world came to our Pagoda Camp. Could it be this guy?"

Suddenly, two figures came from the opposite side, one of them said jokingly.

Luo Feng frowned: "Baili Xi, although Ling Yun comes from the lower realm, he is also a warrior. Isn't it too much for you to speak like this?"

"Pfft."

Baili Xi even laughed out loud, "This guy's cultivation level is just that of a martial artist. If this isn't rubbish, then what is rubbish?"

"Baili Xi, do you think this kid comes from the bottom realm?"

Everyone around couldn't help but look at Baili Xi.

"Yes, this boy comes from a lower realm called the Ancient Continent, numbered one thousand and three."

Baili Xi mocked.

"Number one thousand and three?"

"I saw that he was a mere martial artist who could come in. I thought he had some background, but I didn't expect that he came from the bottom realm."

"Tsk tsk, how backward is that lower realm? Even Wuzong sent it here."

There was a sudden uproar all around.

At the same time, the eyes of the disciples from the Buddha Camp were full of contempt when they reached the clouds again.

Luo Feng was a little angry: "Bai Lixi, if you come to me, just tell me directly, Ling Yun and you are strangers, and I haven't bothered you in any way. Why do you need to harm innocent people here?"

He has never had a good relationship with Baili Xi.

Ling Yun will be targeted by Baili Xi, most likely affected by him.

In addition, Baili Xi also wanted to please Senior Brother Shen. He knew that Ling Yun hated Senior Brother Shen, so he took the initiative to deal with Ling Yun on behalf of Senior Brother Shen.

"Fat Luo, don't think too highly of yourself. Who are you? You deserve to be targeted by me."

Baili Xi snorted coldly, "As for this piece of rubbish, with such a rubbish cultivation level, and coming to the Pagoda Camp, it's just an eyesore to me."

After saying that, he looked at Ling Yun again and said disdainfully: "If I were you, go back to where you came from. This Buddha Camp is filled with elites from all walks of life. It is not a place where trash like you is qualified to stay."

Ling Yun's eyes were slightly cold.

This Baili Xi is really noisy.

His cultivation level is indeed low. If he wants to gain a foothold in this pagoda camp and avoid a steady stream of people coming to trouble him in the future, he must establish a prestige.

If Baili Xi still dares to continue making noise, then he doesn't mind using him to scare the monkeys?

Ling Yun immediately said one word coldly to Baili Xi: "Get out!"

As soon as the word "go" came out, everyone around them widened their eyes.

Seeing Ling Yun being targeted by Baili Xi, they felt a little pity for Ling Yun and felt that the latter was really miserable.

Ling Yun was just the Martial Sect, but Baili Xi was the Martial Emperor.

A martial master, being targeted by a martial emperor, how could he resist?

In their imagination, Ling Yun should be frightened and even piss his ass.

Who would have thought that Ling Yun, a little martial master, was not only not frightened at all, but also so arrogant that he actually told Baili Xi to get out!

This kid is really bold.

Many people think that the reason why this kid is so bold is that the level of the lower world he is in is too low, and the people he encounters on weekdays are also garbage.

So much so that even if this kid is a martial master, he is still invincible in his lower world, which makes him have the illusion that he is really powerful.

"Looking for death!"

Baili Xi's eyes flashed with cold light.

In this Buddhist camp, fighting is prohibited.

But it is still okay for him to give Ling Yun a cruel lesson.

However, before Baili Xi took action, everyone suddenly felt a dullness in the air.

As if sensing something, everyone turned their heads and suddenly a middle-aged man came over.

The middle-aged man had a strong aura and eyes like lightning. He was a martial saint-level warrior.

"Meet Master Song."

Seeing the middle-aged man, the disciples of the Futu Camp saluted one after another.

Master Song nodded slightly to the disciples, then turned his gaze to Ling Yun: "Are you Ling Yun, the newcomer from the Ancient Continent who just joined the Futu Camp?"

"Yes."

Ling Yun also saluted.

"My name is Song Yuan, and I am the deputy commander of the Futu Camp. The Futu Camp is divided into the inner camp and the outer camp. The inner camp is under the charge of the commander, and the outer camp is under my charge."

Master Song said majestically: "The disciples of the Futu Camp usually call me Master Song."