Chapter 72

The Fengyun Tower behind him began to vibrate continuously, and a ray of golden light flashed from the tower, shining in all directions.

The crowd also began to burst into discussions.

"It's out, the results are coming out!"

"After the person who broke into the tower comes out, the Fengyun Tower will display the results. This is not a new thing. Why are you excited?"

"No, don't you find that the movement this time is a bit big?"

"Now that you say that, it seems to be true. The movement is indeed a bit big."

"Could it be that this young man broke into a place in our Tianling City that no one has ever been to?"

"Who knows, let's take a look."

In front of the Fengyun Tower, Mo Nan, Zhao Yalan, and Yang Feng also looked at the Fengyun Tower that was moving.

After a while, the Fengyun Tower stopped vibrating.

At the same time, the eighth floor of the Fengyun Tower suddenly flashed a dazzling light, and in the light, two big words slowly emerged:

Mo Nan!

At the same time, faint lights lit up on the other floors, and names emerged one by one.

After a moment, the light dissipated, and the names disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

It was not until then that the crowd burst into exclamations.

"The... eighth floor? A young saint... a saint!"

"I actually witnessed the birth of a young saint?"

"How lucky I am!"

"When did our Tianling City produce such a peerless evildoer?"

"Today is a day that must be remembered. Our Tianling City will produce a saint in the future!"

...

Amidst the exclamations, the blood-stained figure of the young man became extremely tall and mysterious in everyone's eyes.

The drops of blood that fell were not only his own blood, but also, holy blood?

Thinking of this, a trace of awe appeared in everyone's shocked eyes.

The drops of blood that fell were glory, supreme glory!

Yang Feng, who was originally proud and waving his folding fan, saw the scene just now, his eyes widened instantly, his eyes gradually became dull, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground.

Thinking of his sarcasm and roundabout ridicule to Mo Nan just now, Yang Feng wanted to slap himself twice.

He was about to apologize, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.

This kid only has the qualifications of a sage, not a real sage, what is he afraid of?

No matter how evil a genius is, it is nothing before he grows up.

In the small piece of land of Tianling City, he Yang Feng, or his Yang family, is the supreme existence.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng snorted coldly: "What's the matter with genius? The road of martial arts is very dangerous. Don't die on the way!"

Then Yang Feng said to Zhao Yalan: "Yalan, see you in Jiuxiao Holy Land."

After that, Yang Feng turned and left Fengyun Tower.

At this moment, he was in no mood to break into the tower. He had to go back and prepare for the enrollment of Jiuxiao Holy Land in three days.

Mo Nan narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Feng who was leaving, with a cold look in his eyes.

To be honest, Mo Nan wanted to do it, but he was seriously injured and had little fighting power left.

Otherwise, how could that guy bark in front of him?

Retracting his sight, Mo Nan looked at the sky in confusion. Didn't he pass the trial? Why didn't he teleport away?

No movement at all?

Do I really have to wait until three days later?

"Master Zhao..."

Mo Nan turned around and was about to speak, and saw Zhao Yalan looking at him motionlessly like a wooden stake.

"Master Zhao, come back to your senses."

Mo Nan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhao Yalan.

After a long while, Zhao Yalan slowly came back to her senses.

Her beautiful eyes looked at Mo Nan steadily, her eyes full of complexity.

Is this the true genius Uncle Xiao mentioned?

The level of evil displayed by Mo Nan made her, a genius who grew up in praise, feel deeply powerless.

After a long while, Zhao Yalan's eyes glowed with brilliance and confidence again. She smiled at Mo Nan and said, "Mo Nan, I'm going to practice. See you at Jiuxiao Holy Land."

After that, she turned around and left the place without waiting for Mo Nan to answer.

"Hey..."

Mo Nan looked at Zhao Yalan who suddenly left, and was a little speechless.

Originally, I wanted to ask more about the situation here, but now it seems that I can only rely on myself to slowly find out.

"Let's go to the registration office first to ask what the current situation is."

Thinking of this, Mo Nan turned and walked towards the registration office.

Just after Mo Nan left, the crowd that had originally surrounded the Fengyun Tower rushed madly to the place where Mo Nan had just stood.

"Mine, mine!""Get out of the way, this is mine!"

"Damn it, leave some for me!"

Amid the shouts, everyone took out their containers and began to scramble for the blood dripping on the ground.

This is the blood of the future saint. Maybe it can bring good luck to yourself if you take it back?

Even if it doesn't, it has a very high collection value, right?

So, the scene fell into chaos.

...

Mo Nan came to the previous registration office and got the result that he had indeed passed all the assessments and trials.

But he had to wait for three days before he could enter the Jiuxiao Academy with others.

Mo Nan had no choice but to ask the middle-aged man for some of the currency of this world and then lived in Tianling City.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, Mo Nan experienced the ancient customs beautifully and strolled around Tianling City for three days.

During these three days, several pieces of news swept across the entire Tianling City like locusts passing through.

The first piece of news: The owner of Tianling Martial Arts Hall turned out to be a demon who killed people without blinking an eye. He was killed by the city lord and several other masters.

The second piece of news: Three days ago, a peerless demon appeared in Tianling City. He broke through the eighth floor of the Fengyun Tower and became a young sage.

The third piece of news: Two days ago, unknown demon geniuses suddenly appeared in various parts of Jiuxiao Continent. They seemed to appear out of thin air, but each of them was extremely demonic. They did not do anything extra, as if they had discussed it beforehand, and only broke through the Fengyun Tower.

So, the Fengyun Tower was lit up every moment. The lowest one also broke through the fifth floor, and the highest one also broke through the eighth floor, and there were quite a few people.

The Fengyun Towers on Jiuxiao Continent are all common, so those unfamiliar names began to spread on Jiuxiao Continent.

Some martial arts masters speculated that these geniuses were most likely from hidden families and hidden sects. The reason why they chose to be born in this time period was to recruit students from all over the continent of Jiuxiao Holy Land.

Suddenly, the world was in turmoil.

Somewhere in the Jiuxiao Continent, in a bustling teahouse, a storyteller wearing a feather fan and a long scarf clapped the eye-catching book in his hand and said loudly:

"The Fengyun Tower gathers the wind and clouds. Today, let's talk about the Jiuxiao Fengyun!"