PFC Chapter 151 Good Luck
Chapter 151 Good Luck
Lin Zhao happily assembled all the metal and said, "I'll try to assemble it myself when I get home."
If this is possible, it means I have one more fusion-stage fighter! This is such a great deal!
Grandma Honghu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She said, "The tower guarding spirit probably sensed the aura of the Heavenly Phoenix Origin Fulcrum in you, so it didn't chase after you."
Hearing this, Lin Zhao quickly gathered the metal more tightly. Now that she had knocked him down, it was hers!
After that, he successfully reached the 64th floor. Perhaps the tower guardian spirit on the 63rd floor had communicated with him. This time, Lin Zhao defeated his opponent and was left with nothing, but was instead covered in wounds.
Lin Zhao was a little discouraged, but then he thought that it was not a loss to have that puppet.
Even when he reached the 80th floor, Lin Zhao still believed that he could still fight.
Until the 81st floor, Lin Zhao was a little dazed looking at the people sitting there.
"Ning Wengui?"
The young man in black has silver hair like snow, and his purple eyes emit a bright glow in the faint light. His long eyelashes are slightly drooping, his tall body is slender, his silver hair is lightly fluttering, and he is as beautiful as a poem or a painting.
If the silver-white scimitar in the other person's hand had not been pointed directly at him, Lin Zhao believed that he would still be willing to admire the stunning appearance of this old friend.
Even though I know it's fake.
But even the fake ones can be so beautiful, so you can imagine how beautiful Ning Wengui's original appearance is.
Lin Zhao raised his sword to block the opponent's attack and sighed.
Grandma was surprised and said, "So you also know that those guys around you are good-looking!"
Lin Zhao sighed: "Master, I just don't have the heart to love, I'm not blind."
She is still willing to appreciate beautiful things, but that's just appreciation.
Men will only affect the speed at which she draws her sword!
Lin Zhao stabbed the gorgeous woman in front of him through her chest with a sword and watched her shatter into rays of light before condensing into a ball.
"Isn't this guy the one you like?" Yuanqiu asked unhappily, and then a light burst out from his body: "Forget it, I lost the bet! You go up!"
Lin Zhao was not surprised to see Qu Shu on the 82nd floor.
Of course, this Qu Shu did not pose much threat to her.
Qu Shuning, who was simulated by the tower guarding spirit, asked Guidu and said that he simulated the strength and methods of the two people outside the tower.
Apparently Lin Zhao didn't feel much pressure when she beat them.
After being beaten into a ball, the tower guard spirit who had transformed into Qu Shu asked indignantly: "How dare you hit such a beautiful face?! Are you a woman?!"
Lin Zhao was silent for a moment, "Sorry?"
Qu Shu's appearance is indeed not inferior to Ning Wengui. Although they are a little worse than Su Bai, they are both stunningly beautiful. Ning Wengui is like an exquisite and fragile glass beauty, while Qu Shu is cold and indifferent like an iceberg and a lotus. Most women would feel sympathy for either of them.
But Lin Zhao's threshold for beauty was too high. She often saw Qu Shuning Wen Gui, as well as the elusive beauty Su Bai and the rare beauty Su Ye.
This also leads to her appreciation.
But if she wants to bow down to a beauty, she just needs to look at herself in the mirror more often.
On the 83rd floor above, Lin Zhao was surprised to find that the opponent did not imitate Su Bai's appearance, but turned into a six-tailed fox. After fighting with Lin Zhao for hundreds of rounds in a small space, the opponent's neck was broken by Lin Zhao's hammer.
After watching the corpse turn into pieces in front of him, Lin Zhao wiped his sweat, calculated that he had only reached the 83rd floor, slapped his forehead, and sat down on the ground.
"Girl, you don't want to continue fighting?"
Lin Zhao stuffed a few pills to restore her spiritual energy into her mouth. She was so exhausted from the fight that she no longer had the ability to think independently. "Teacher, I need to rest for a while."
After the intense battles along the way and the high IQs of these three, Lin Zhao felt that he needed to take a break.
"There are still more than ten floors away from the 100th floor, but the 83rd floor is almost impossible to surpass in other continents. How about we stop here?" asked Grandma Honghu.
Lin Zhao sat up: "How can this be possible?!"
Although she is not having a good time, she must make her opponent have a worse time!
Grandma Honghu sensed her thoughts and couldn't help asking, "Did you use the wrong transition words?"
Lin Zhao: “…” Don’t worry about these details. In short, help her up. She can still fight!
……
I do not know how long it has been.
On the ninety-ninth floor of the Qiongyuan Tower, in the gray dust, a figure with a messy hair, ragged clothes, and leaning on a crutch, moved up little by little, hunched over.
The body was bent like a shrimp and it lay on the ground for a very long time before it thought of managing its image. However, it was too reluctant to use even its spiritual energy. It smoothed its hair twice, revealing a pair of eyes as black as ink.
“Has this level of opponent not appeared yet?” Lin Zhao looked around anxiously.
The somewhat disheveled figure was naturally Lin Zhao who was breaking into the tower. She no longer wanted to recall the experiences of the previous dozen floors, and now she wanted to rush to the 100th floor.
However, when Lin Zhao thought about the difficulty of the battles on the previous dozen levels and then looked at this level, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
But she waited for a long time, but her opponent did not appear. When she was about to step forward to investigate carefully, a slender figure blocked her way.
"You are no match for me. Admit defeat here. You will die if you go to the 100th floor."
Lin Zhao looked at the young man who appeared and said, "I came here just to get to the 100th floor."
The young man looked at a dead man and said, "In that case, let me see how you choose to die!"
Lin Zhao knew from the opponent's spiritual energy that there was no chance of winning this battle, and there was no other reason.
The opponent's spiritual energy rose up in the surroundings and turned into spiritual flow. The spiritual flow rotated and slowly turned into spiritual energy vortexes.
The spiritual energy vortex is the sign of the fusion period. One spiritual energy vortex represents one hundred spiritual flows.
And the spiritual energy vortex behind this young man...
Lin Zhao counted them and couldn't help but gasp.
Seven whirlpools.
Seven hundred spiritual streams? !
Is she hitting him on the head?
In the previous ninety levels or so, she also encountered a cultivator in the fusion stage, but that was only a fusion stage cultivator with only an immature spiritual energy vortex, and even so, he almost killed Lin Zhao.
Lin Zhao gave a bitter smile and tightly gripped the Heavenly Phoenix Bone Sword. Just as he was about to think of a countermeasure, Qing Yao on his shoulder suddenly opened his eyes and flapped his wings to block in front of Lin Zhao.
His small body blocked Lin Zhao's chest, and Lin Zhao couldn't help but feel a surge of maternal love. Although she knew that this little guy was useless, she couldn't help but say with relief: "Good boy, I didn't love you in vain."
The young man heard this and looked at Qing Yao again, his expression strange for a moment: "Is this the Qing Luan cub?"
Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment.
"You go up." The young man retracted the spiritual energy vortex: "The old guy up there has been waiting for him."
Lin Zhao looked down at the chubby little Qingluan and almost couldn't help but kiss it.