880 The Only Eighth-Grade Spiritual Abode in the Contemporary Era! What Is This Kid Doing? Taking a

Hearing the old man's question, the young man only smiled faintly and shook his head.

"The geniuses have gathered and the experts are competing. How can I be too proud?"

After a pause, the young man continued.

"It's just that my Starlight Hall has grasped a lot of the secrets of the ancient ruins in the Lost Continent and has already told me everything. Why should I fight for anything?"

The old man could not help but roll his eyes.

Good lord, the Starlight Hall treats you like their own son!

They had paid such a huge price to buy all the secrets from the Heavenly Book Academy, and they gave it to you for free…

Even the old man did not know what to say.

As long as a person was talented to a certain extent, they could really do whatever they wanted!

Even a top-notch wealthy organization like the Starlight Hall treated him so specially!

"Then why are you here again? Are you going to reforge your precious spear again? Have you gathered enough materials?"

The old man was curious.

This Soul Splitting Spear had originally come from him.

After repeated enhancements, it had long stepped into the true Master God level!

If he wanted to temper it to a higher level, the treasures he needed could be said to be an astronomical figure!

It was even more expensive than forging a new Master God-level divine weapon!

To most Divine Lord experts, it was a number that was enough to make them despair. The old man did not believe that this fellow was so rich!

As expected, the young man smiled sheepishly and shook his head.

"How can it be so fast? Previously, I was lucky enough to kill a Divine Lord Blood Crow in the Blood Moon Land and obtained countless gains. I only gathered about half of them. It will probably take a few days to gather them all. I was just passing by this time and came to see Old Mo."

Hearing this, even the old man could not help but sigh.

"You… are really a freak!"

"You've clearly only established the third world and can only be considered an Intermediate God, but with that eighth-grade Spiritual Abode, you're heaven-defying enough to be comparable to a Divine Lord…"

"You should be the only owner of an eighth-grade Spiritual Abode in this era. I really want to ask, is an eighth-grade Spiritual Abode… really that strong?!"

"It's clearly only one grade different from a seventh-grade Spiritual Abode, but why is the difference so great?!"

"Even a genius like Shu Wanjuan, who has a top-notch seventh-grade Spiritual Abode and has also established the third world, is still not your match…"

The old man could not help but wonder.

Ever since the young man in front of him established an eighth-grade Spiritual Abode, he had become more and more abnormal!

Everyone was sure that this guy would at least be a Master God in the future!

It was even very likely that he would rise higher!

Therefore, even a behemoth like the Starlight Hall valued Mo Tianqiong greatly.

When the young man heard this, he only smiled humbly.

"An eighth-grade Spiritual Abode is indeed extraordinary, but… Legend has it that there are a total of nine grades…"

When the old man heard this, he smiled disdainfully.

"You already said it's a legend! Ninth-grade?! How is that possible! Has anyone achieved it since ancient times?"

"You're already monstrous enough, but you still can't even find the path to the ninth-grade! In ancient times, the Heaven Ascension Demon God and the Desolate God were also peerless figures. Didn't they stop at the eighth-grade Spiritual Abode? You're still humble! Bah! Hypocrite!"

After being mocked by the old man, the young man was neither ashamed nor angry. He was still smiling. Clearly, he was very close to the old man.

"Alright, I'm tired. I plan to watch the live broadcast to relieve my fatigue. You can get lost."

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand and a huge screen appeared in front of him. It was no different from the sky outside, but its size had shrunk by countless times.

One could clearly see the situation of all the participants.

The old man muttered to himself.

"I wonder what that kid Chu Feng is doing. Could he have already been eliminated?"

Seeing how focused the old man was, the young man behind him was also interested.

"I wonder which junior brother made you so concerned, Old Mo?"

The old man said casually, "I don't dare to be his master. This kid is as abnormal as you. Of course, I'm referring to his forging talent!"

"Hey, these two sabers belong to this kid."

"Sigh, he abandoned his heaven-defying forging talent and insisted on focusing on martial arts. I wonder what this kid is thinking. Could it be that his martial arts talent can compare to his forging talent?!"

The old man complained resentfully.

However, his gaze was still carefully searching for Chu Feng. It was as if he was afraid that Chu Feng had been eliminated.

Hearing the old man's rare evaluation of the stranger, the young man became interested. He simply dragged a futon over and sat in front of the screen to watch with the old man.

The old man did not mind and continued searching.

Finally, he found Chu Feng in an inconspicuous corner.

As Chu Feng's points were too low, the system arranged an inconspicuous place for him.

"Damn, what is this kid doing? Taking a walk?!"

On the screen, Chu Feng was walking slowly along the road.

From time to time, he would raise his head and size up the grass, trees, bricks, and tiles around him.

His eyes seemed to be filled with indescribable nostalgia.

When he encountered a red light, he would even wait obediently in front of the crossing and wait until the light turned green before passing.

However, he seemed to have been casually waving a condensed long saber in his hand.

No one could understand what he was doing.

This scene the old man scratched his ears and cheeks.

While the others were engaged in a heated battle, and the first place had already exceeded a thousand points, what was this kid doing here?!

His points were in single digits!

"If I had known that your martial arts talent was so poor, you might as well have stayed here and forged with me!"

Just as the old man was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws, on the other side, Chu Feng had no idea that his every move had been completely broadcast live.

Walking on the path of his "hometown", Chu Feng's heart seemed to have become extremely peaceful.

All the disputes and worries seemed to have left him.

He just wanted to continue walking quietly.

Even if he encountered other contestants, Chu Feng would dodge if he could. If he could not dodge, he would attack.

It was also because of this that he had accumulated only a few points.

Chu Feng seemed to be different from the others.

He was not in a hurry to kill.

This trial would last for half a month. There was no point in killing in the early stages. Killing one later could earn him tens of thousands of points.

Therefore, there was no need to be anxious.

To others, their strength might have already reached a limit. They could not improve and could only fight.

But to Chu Feng…

He still had many things to do!

His saber technique had not improved in a long time!

Ever since the Netherworld Emperor used his body as a vector to personally practice the Nine Sabers God Emperor's saber technique, he seemed to have never touched a saber again.

During this period of time, he was either rushing or forging.

His saber technique had been abandoned for a long time!

This shouldn't be happening!

Chu Feng roared in his heart!

Coincidentally, in this world where everyone had the same foundation, if he could completely perfect the Art of the Nine-wave Saber, his strength would definitely increase greatly!

At that time, going out to fight might be the most efficient!

Chu Feng understood that sharpening a blade would not delay the work of cutting firewood!

The long saber he casually waved in his hand seemed to have become even more mysterious…