Gao Wu: I am invincible now that I have connected to the Immortal Gate.

When Qi Feng arrived at the Martial Saint Heritage Tower, he saw a huge crowd of people and had to release his telekinesis to check the situation.

As his telekinesis spread, whispers came into Qi Feng's ears.

"The Fourth Martial Arts University of Zhongshenzhou is definitely going to lose this time. Even Lin Budong, who ranked first on the list, has died. Who else in the Fourth Martial Arts University of Zhongshenzhou can compete with Wei Zhenhai?!"

"Now it depends on how many floors Wei Zhenhai can get out."

"Wait for Wei Zhenhai to come out, and the remaining seniors of the Fourth Martial Arts University in the Martial Saint Heritage Tower will also come out. This time the competition for the tower will be officially over!"

"Alas, it seems that we really have to compete with students from other schools for positions in the future..."

Qi Feng turned his telekinesis and looked at the big screen outside the Martial Saint Heritage Tower.

There were still a dozen names on the screen, proving that these people were still trying to break into the tower, and the remaining gray ones meant that it had ended, including Lin Budong and Chen Xiang, whom he knew.

"Fortunately, it's not too late."

Qi Feng whispered softly, walked straight towards the direction of the tower, and immediately used telekinesis to clear the way.

In an instant, the crowd blocking Qi Feng suddenly separated to both sides.

And these people only felt a huge invisible force pressing on them, pulling them apart, as if someone was forcibly holding their shoulders and pulling them to the side.

"Fuck, what's going on? Who is pushing me?!"

"Don't push! You push so far forward because you want to go in and defend the tower..."

A boy who was pushed to the ground by the crowd roared fiercely, and suddenly a shadow enveloped him.

The boy turned around instinctively and looked, and was met with a pair of cold eyes.

"I want to go in and defend the tower." Qi Feng looked down at the boy coldly, "Do you have any objection?"

The boy's Adam's apple slid hard, and he quickly moved away, "You... please come in!"

Qi Feng walked straight to the entrance of the Martial Saint Heritage Tower.

Everyone avoided him involuntarily.

"Who is he? What a powerful aura!"

"He is Qi Feng, who ranked first on the freshman list!"

"What? He is the tough guy among the freshmen..."

Qi Feng's reputation in the Fourth Martial Arts University of Central China is not too small, and some people can still recognize him.

Even those who don't know him can quickly find out Qi Feng's details by asking around.

After learning about it, everyone was amazed.

"Such a tough guy has emerged among the freshmen this year. He beat up all the freshmen? Even the swordsmanship instructor Yun Tianlong was picked?!"

"Do you think you can become the martial arts king of the college entrance examination without some skills?!"

"So what if you are the martial arts king of the college entrance examination? So what if you are good at swordsmanship? He is not just a freshman, comparable to Wei Zhenhai..."

Some people are optimistic about Qi Feng, while others are not optimistic about Qi Feng.

It's very simple.

No matter how brilliant Qi Feng's previous achievements were, and how dazzling he was when he entered the university, he was still a freshman after all.

How can a freshman who has been enrolled for less than two months compare with Wei Zhenhai, who has been in the Third Martial Arts University of Central China for almost four years? !

"Lin Budong, freshman Qi Feng has entered!"

A boy standing next to Lin Budong reminded him in a low voice.

Lin Budong retracted his gaze and nodded lightly, "Qi Feng is very talented, at least better than me."

"This time, he can feel the gap between himself and the four-year old students in advance, which will be very helpful for his future martial arts development."

"Maybe in a few years, he can enter the top ten of the four major lists, or even dominate the Fourth Martial Arts University."

"But now..."

Lin Budong suddenly laughed and said nothing more.

...

"Don't queue up to enter the tower now?"

Qi Feng stood in the empty hall, looking at the administrator who had met him a few times before.

"No need." The administrator registered Qi Feng and looked around curiously, "Are you the only one in the Fourth Martial Arts University this time?"

Qi Feng took the student ID handed over by the administrator with a calm face.

"Don't worry, it can't be broken. I can do it alone!"

The administrator was stunned for several seconds when he heard Qi Feng's words. He didn't come back to his senses until Qi Feng entered the elevator.

"Oh my! He's even more arrogant than that kid surnamed Wei..."

At the same time, the elevator rose to the first floor and stopped.

As the elevator door opened, a rather spacious room appeared in front of Qi Feng.

It's more like a lounge than a martial arts room, because there is a bed in this room!

There are several things on the bed.

A pair of glasses full of technology, and there is also an instruction manual next to it.

After reading the manual, Qi Feng knew that this pair of glasses similar to VR glasses

What is the mirror for?

So he lay down on the bed and put on VR glasses.

The next second, Qi Feng felt as if a cold needle pierced his eyes.

Subconsciously, Qi Feng suddenly opened his eyes, but found that he had appeared in another world.

To be precise, it was another room, a room that was many times larger than the previous one, and it was white everywhere.

At the same time, there was an extra person in front of Qi Feng, standing quietly.

Qi Feng was a little confused. The so-called Martial Saint Heritage Tower was actually somewhat similar to the process of him entering the Zhenwu World in his dream!

Thinking of this, Qi Feng looked at the figure in front of him and was surprised to find that this person was somewhat similar to the founder of the Fourth Martial Arts University of Zhongshenzhou, the Martial Saint Long Aotian.

Qi Feng looked at it carefully again and suddenly understood.

This so-called Martial Saint Heritage Tower, from the first floor to the top, the goalkeepers of each floor are the audio and video projections of the peak state of the Martial God Long Aotian at each age.

The person in front of Qi Feng was Long Aotian in his youth.

After figuring this out, Qi Feng followed the method in the previous manual, tapped his brows, and started the silent year.

The next second, Long Aotian in his youth suddenly appeared in front of Qi Feng and punched him without any fancy moves!

Bang!

Qi Feng's fist hit Long Aotian's face hard, making a crisp sound of bone cracking.

Long Aotian flew backwards with a look of horror.

Qi Feng rubbed his left cheek calmly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"The strength is probably that of an intermediate warrior..."

"The moment he hit me, his mental power was shaken, so what if I hit him?"

Qi Feng thought, and punched Long Aotian in front of him lightly.

At this time, Qi Feng was seven or eight meters away from Long Aotian, but when Qi Feng's fist fell, he was already in front of Long Aotian.

It was as if Qi Feng's punch had crossed the space and achieved an infinite extension effect.

In fact, this is just a visual effect after the speed and power control reaches a certain level.

Bang!

Qi Feng's fist landed on Long Aotian's face, and at the same place where Long Aotian was hit, Qi Feng's face immediately twisted and shattered, and finally even his entire head exploded!

"I am a narrow-minded person. If the Martial Saint hits me in the face, I must hit him back!"

Qi Feng's indifferent voice resounded, and then the whole person slowly dissipated.

In this process, Qi Feng felt that some of his mental power was being deprived and merged into the space in front of him.

At the same time, a brand new figure appeared in Qi Feng's perception, and this person was Long Aotian in his youth.

At the same time, Qi Feng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly took off his VR glasses and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"Condensing a real illusion projection has the effect of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting yourself by eight hundred!"

"And after losing and exiting, not only is there no reward, but the loser is asked for..."

After Qi Feng finished speaking, he seemed to think of something and his eyes lit up.

"I seem to understand the principle of this Martial Saint Heritage Tower!"