Zhao Qiankun gave the order, and more than thirty fire elements turned their heads together. The uniform aura really scared Master Zui!

"The Fire Element Messenger can not only fight melee, but also cast low-level flame magic... According to the Adventurers Union's rating, the challenge level should be between level nine and twelve... For me, three or five are not worth mentioning, and ten or eight can handle it, but thirty..."

Master Zui was still calculating in his mind that the more than thirty fire element messengers had already started attacking, each of which fired a flame arrow and shot him together!

The Zui Mage escaped with speed, and with a roar, thirty flame arrows blow up the floor where he just was!

"This is not the right power..." The Drunken Mage was shocked, "I heard that the Tower of Judgment is made of special materials, and its strength and resistance are first-class. A low-level spell like the Flame Arrow, even if it is put together, it should not blow up the floor here...Oh..."

The Drunken Master suddenly stopped and was caught up by a fire element messenger and attacked! If it weren't for the wind element wrapping around him, he would have burned his clothes in this way!

"No, the speed and strength are not right!" Master Zui finally realized the problem: "Even if I am negligent, I should not be caught up with the fire element at about ten levels. This guy summoned it was not an ordinary fire element messenger. For these thirty monsters, the challenge level is probably fourteen... or even fifteen!"

Thirty level 15 monsters, this is not something I can deal with!!!

Master Zui was a little late when he realized this. There was nowhere to escape from the hall in the radius of dozens of meters. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by the Fire Element Messenger and could not avoid it!!

Thirty pairs of burning hands pointed at him, and thirty fireballs were brewing. With just one round of volleys, even if he was buried in the stone, he would probably not be able to stop him...

"I admit defeat!!!" At the critical moment, Master Zui finally raised the white flag: "I admit defeat, you can go up!"

"Isn't it over like this long ago?" Zhao Qiankun pointed and the thirty fire element messengers all dissipated, as if they had never appeared before.

"This feels inexplicably refreshing..." Looking at the flying Mars, Zhao Qiankun smiled: "Thanos is the case!"

Master Zui let out a long breath, sat on the ground with a thump, and gasped, "I have been traveling around for so many years, and I have seen all kinds of masters, but I have never seen anyone as perverted as you..." As he said that, Master Zui breathed evenly, looked up and asked, "Who are you?"

"Don't worry about who I am!" Zhao Qiankun laughed: "Just remember, you will not be embarrassed to lose to me!"

After saying that, he walked past Master Zui, followed the stairs and headed towards the eighth floor...

Zhao Qiankun on the magic projection ran up the stairs, and the audience in the square shut their mouths...

The Tower of Judgment has a total of nine floors, and Zhao Qiankun has now reached the eighth floor!!

Wouldn't that mean that he will pass the level soon?

And now, it has only been less than an hour since he entered the Tower of Judgment!

When did someone come to the fifth floor last time? The audience couldn't help but start searching for the ancient memory. Passing the level is even more unfamiliar and distant concept for them...

But now, the Super Judgment Tower, which has been increased by the royal family, is likely to be passed!

Everyone couldn't help but get excited. Even the gamblers put down their utilitarianism and stared at the back in the picture with wide eyes.

Anyway, they had already lost. Until the closing, almost no one bets above the eighth floor except Zhao Qiankun himself. Now everyone is destined to lose money, so it is better to witness him reach the end!

Perhaps, they will witness a moment that is about to go down in history!!

This man who assassinated the eldest prince might be about to create a page, the most glorious chapter since the establishment of the Rules of the Tower of Judgment!

There were no people in the nearby streets, whether it was pedestrians, shops, or residences, everyone came to hear the news and gathered around the square, paying attention to the huge magic projection.

Finally, under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Zhao Qiankun pushed open the door to the eighth floor.

As soon as the door was embedded, a strange fragrance wafted out and penetrated into Zhao Qiankun's nose.

Could it be poison? Zhao Qiankun subconsciously held his breath, but he didn't feel any discomfort in his body... Besides, even if it was really poisonous, he was not afraid. At worst, he could change Zhang Pi, but it was a pity for the fire element talent of the Doomsday Flame Demon.

With both arms, he pushed open the thick iron door, and a soft light shot out...

"This... what is this routine?" Zhao Qiankun was a little stunned. Unlike the environment before, which was either empty or full of sand, the eighth floor has been decorated?!

Antique wooden furniture, hollowed-out mahogany screens, burning incense burners, famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and carefully placed porcelain... If it weren't for killing the seven-story tower just now, Zhao Qiankun even doubted whether he had entered the living room of a wealthy oriental businessman...

"Oh, you're here!" An old voice came from the front, "I've been waiting here for a long time! You did not disappoint me..."

Zhao Qiankun followed the sound and walked inside. He saw a chessboard. There was an old man with wrinkles on the other side of the board, and a tea table was placed next to it.

"Try the tea I just made?" The old man made a gesture of invitation, smiling and looking very kind.

"Your pomp doesn't seem to be fighting..." Zhao Qiankun frowned, picked up a cup of hot tea and took a sip, smashed his lips: "It's good, it smells good!"

"Who stipulates that the Tower of Judgment can only fight and kill?" The old man laughed and said, "Our job is just to prevent you from going to the next level. There are many ways to keep people, and you don't have to fight..."

As he said that, the old man pointed to the cushion opposite the chessboard: "Come on, young man, you have played seven floors, so you should be bothered... Come on, sit down, let's play a game of chess!"

Zhao Qiankun looked down and saw that it was a chess game. This is a particularly popular chess game in the upper class of Dazhou. It imitates the arrangement of stars in the sky to make rules. It changes countlessly and is quite difficult.

However, this is not a problem for Zhao Qiankun. He has also put on countless plates when he was in the castle.

He simply sat down and said to the old man: "Just go to the next game? Don't bet on winning or losing?"

"No need..." the old man smiled and said, "Just just take one game. My task was to delay time. If you play one game for an hour, my grades would be good enough!"

"But I think I don't have to play any chess. As long as I beat you here, can I go up immediately?"

"You can't!" The old man smiled and shook his head: "Since you've sat down, you've made up your mind!"
Chapter completed!