Outside the Babel Square, Li Erdan stood on the periphery of the crowd with his arms folded, listening carefully to the discussions around him.
Next to Li Erdan, Ma Hong, a graceful little beauty, looked around dishonestly.
Having just listened to the explanations by Sun Tuozi, Ma Duantian and others, Li Erdan also understood what it meant to be able to ring the tower bell?
I am also very curious as to who is so powerful that he can break into the eighth level of the Tower Clan.
During the period when Li Erdan was in the Tower Clan, he entered the Babel Tower to practice almost every day.
However, at that time, Li Erdan's strength was still a bit low, and at most he could only practice on the third floor of the Babel Tower.
As for the current level of the Tower of Babel, Li Erdan himself doesn't know.
"The tower bell rang a total of eight times just now, which is a bit of a pity.
This strong man has not entered the ninth level."
"Be satisfied, is it so easy to enter the ninth floor of Babel Tower?
I have heard that in the past hundred years, the only person who has been able to step into the ninth floor of the Babel Tower is the legend of our martial arts world, Senior Megatron.
Even on the eighth floor, few people have stepped into it over the years.
Moreover, it is a rare existence in the entire martial arts world."
“To be able to ring the tower bell eight times is truly remarkable.
I just don’t know who this amazing guy is?”
"Could it be Jun Wudi, Senior Megatron's apprentice?
I have heard that Senior Megatron's disciple is already at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment and is almost invincible among the younger generation.
This time entering the Wilderness Mountain, this Jun Wudi is most likely to get the right to soak in the marrow washing pool."
"The person who rang the tower bell is definitely not Jun Wudi. I can be absolutely sure of this."
said a young man wearing the costume of the Ta tribe.
"Brother, how can you be so sure?
Isn’t the person who rings the tower bell Jun Wudi?”
Someone asked curiously.
"Needless to say?
Because Jun Wudi, like us, doesn’t know who the guy who rings the tower bell is, and he is also waiting for him over there.”
After the young man finished speaking, he pointed to the front of the square and said.
Looking in the direction of the young man's finger, he saw nearly twenty young men and women standing at the very front of the entrance to the Babel Tower. Each of these young men exuded an extremely powerful warrior aura.
And all of them are of good bearing. Most of the men are handsome and personable, except for a few who are the kind of strong and majestic men.
All the women are young, beautiful and graceful.
These two dozen young men and women stood together, forming a very strong aura. The crowd of people watching the excitement involuntarily moved away from these young men and women, forming a vacuum zone.
At this moment, two figures flew over and landed directly in front of the twenty or so young men and women.
These two figures are two young men in their thirties. They are both impressive and talented. They have an extremely powerful warrior aura faintly emitting from their bodies. They are no weaker than the two dozen young men and women present.
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"It's Zheng Weiguo from the Tianxuan Sect, and Han Zhiyuan from the Tianshan Sect."
Among the crowd, someone who knew these two young men exclaimed.
"Zheng Weiguo, Han Zhiyuan."
Li Erdan murmured softly, his eyes carefully focusing on the two people for a moment.
Before coming to the Ta Clan, Li Erdan learned about the current generation of young and powerful people from the mouths of Fu Qiang and his brothers and sisters from the Feiyu Sect.
Zheng Weiguo and Han Zhiyuan were the two names specifically mentioned by Fu Qiang and others.
Li Erdan knew that these two were the leaders of the younger generation in today's martial arts world.
"Brother Invincible, Junior Sister Qingqing, why are you all here?"
Zheng Weiguo glanced at the many strong men of the younger generation in front of him and frowned.
"Brother Wei Guo, what do you mean?
Junior sister Qingqing and I, why can’t we be here?”
Jun Wudi chuckled.
"Brother Invincible, you may have misunderstood, and I didn't mean anything else.
Before coming here, Zhiyuan and I guessed that the person who rang the eight-ring tower bell was probably Brother Wuwei, Junior Sister Qingqing, or Brother Chunyan.
But now that you are all here, who will be the one who rings the tower bell?"
Zheng Weiguo chuckled and said.
"Brother Wei Guo praised me too much. I feel ashamed to say that I, Jun Wudi, have stayed in the Tower Clan for so many years. I also tried to enter the eighth floor of the Babel Tower, but I really couldn't ring the tower bell."
Jun Wudi said with a look of shame.
"The same goes for little sister. The last time I entered the Tower of Babel was three days ago. Little sister, I can't even bear the thought of practicing on the seventh floor."
Wei Qingqing said.
"Eh! That's strange. Who on earth rang the tower bell on the eighth floor?
Could it be a few senior brothers in Xiaoxuan Realm?"
Zheng Weiguo's eyes turned to the other side.
Although these two dozen young people stand together, they can obviously separate into two camps.
Jun Wudi, Wei Qingqing and others are in the same camp.
The other camp is composed of young heroes from the eight ancient sects in the Mysterious Small World.
Song Tianyu from Wuyue Gate, Duan Qingshui from Duanqing Valley, Yuan Ling from Fenghuo Palace, Wan Xingyun from Taixu Taoist Temple, and Fu Qingxia from Benlei Gate.
Seeing Zheng Weiguo looking towards his side of the camp, Song Tianyu from the Wuyue Sect said with a bitter smile.
"Senior Brother Weiguo, there is no need to look at us. The foundation building period of our Mysterious Mysterious World is here. The people who ring the tower bell are not our people."
Song Tianyu didn't think that the person who rang the tower bell was from one of the eight major sects of Xiaoxuan Realm.
When these disciples in Xiaoxuan Realm first came to this world.
All of them have their eyes set high above their heads, seven are dissatisfied, and eight are not angry. They feel that the warriors on earth are just a group of natives and do not have the ability to compete with the powerful people in the Mysterious Small World.
However, after suffering setbacks from strong men such as Megatron and Kang Tianqi.
Only then did he realize that the warriors in this world were not as weak as he and others imagined.
Even the younger generation such as Jun Wudi and Wei Qingqing are slightly stronger than them.
This makes Song Tianyu and other talented people from Xiaoxuan Realm feel very frustrated, and they are looking forward to an opportunity to compete with Yajun Wudi and others.
Unfortunately, they don't have this opportunity yet.
"That's strange. All of you here can be said to be the best among our younger generation.
None of you have the strength to step into the eighth floor of the Tower of Babel.
Then who is the person on the eighth floor of Babel Tower now?
Could it be Junior Brother Mo Xiaojian of Wanjian Sect?"
Zheng Weiguo said.
"Senior Brother Zheng Weiguo, you have just arrived at the Ta Clan, so you may not know that yet.
A few days ago, Junior Brother Mo Xiaojian was severely injured. Whether he can enter the Wilderness Mountain this time is still unknown."
After Jun Wudi finished speaking, a look of disbelief flashed across his eyes.
"Junior Brother Mo Xiaojian was beaten seriously?
Who is this old immortal who is so shameless and attacks a junior?"