Zhang Yan frowned and judged that the Tiger's strength was about the peak of the fifth level of Xiantian Stage. The normal martial arts at the fifth level of Xiantian Stage was unable to resistant it, even a normal martial arts at the sixth level of Xiantian Stage could not win such a cruel tiger easily.
At the moment Zhang Yan considered how to handle the Tiger in front, the Tiger jumped over him suddenly. It raised claw which were larger than Zhang Yan's head and drew toward him.
Zhang Yan stepped back immediately and avoid this claw slightly with his head backward. The Tiger was more powerful than he thought from the aspect of both speed and strength. He utilized the spiritual energy in his body, coming by the side of the Tiger and applied all his effort to punched toward the neck of the Tiger.
The Tiger was extremely fierce and it raised claw, drawing toward Zhang Yan again. At this time, it used its tail as well and drew toward Zhang Yan's waist like a whip.
Zhang Yan turned rapidly and avoided the tail of the Tiger. Then he punched a fist on the neck of the Tiger. As it did not have time to turn, the Tiger was beaten ten feet away, hitting the rock wall aside.
The Tiger was irritated completely by the punch. It screamed a long roar and fiercely fought against Zhang Yan.
Out of the underground palace, the big elder and the disciples came to the stone control room, in which several elders were observing the front wall carefully. There were numerous light spots shining on the wall. The big elder smiled and asked:"What happened inside?"
The elders in the stone room were very excited, pointing the light spots on the seventh zone of the wall with shaking hands. They laughed:"We are going to report to you that there is a disciple entering the seventh floor. We have not produced such a talented disciple in our Qingyuan school for nearly a hundred years."
The big elder was excited too and said with laugh:"This grandson of mine doesn't let me down. I have thought he could pass the sixth floor, not expecting to entered the seventh floor. Great!"
As the big elder just finished the words, an inter disciple came and said:"Big elder, Long Yu just got out from the sixth floor with serious injuries along with Qin Hao."
"What? Long Yu is injured? So who is the person in the seventh floor?" The big elder asked unbelievably.
"Is it Hong Yuan?"
"Hong Yuan is the second one from the fifth floor."
"It is not Hong Yuan, then who can it be in the outer court? Who is it?"
The big elder looked at the light spots curiously:"Is it wrong with the mechanisms or mazes?"
Let's see the seventh floor. The Tiger was prevailing, fierce and cruel a while ago, but now it leaned on the ground bloodily and shook its body because of fear. It looked at Zhang Yan with weaker breathe. The arrogance and anger did not exist in its eyes any longer, but replaced by fear and praying.
The devil monsters at the peak of the fifth level of Xiantian Stage possessed high IQ. It was preying for Zhang Yan in the most humble posture, praying for him to let itself go.
After a bitter fight, Zhang Yan was covered with blood and his clothes were broken with a scratch on his chest. Though it was not a deep wound, the blood flown out from it had red the cloth before his chest.
Zhang Yan didn't say a single word, and walked toward the eighth floor with a firm pace. When he passed by it, the tiger trembled and shivered to the side, curling up on the ground and cautiously bowing his head. It dared not to look up at Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan did not go directly to the eighth floor, but sat on the end of the seventh floor with legs crossing. He quickly operated Asura Change, trying to restore the near-dry spiritual energy of his body.
Zhang Yan ran out almost everything except the final card in the previous fights. He was injured in the end and defeated the unknown Tiger. Fortunately, Zhang Yan's body was relatively strong and he just suffered from a skin injury, not fatally injured. However, even this way, the spiritual energy in his body consumed more than half.
If not returning to the peak state, Zhang Yan was not sure to pass the eighth floor. As the seventh floor had been so abnormal, would the eighth floor be weak?
Zhang Yan practiced for a full hour and gradually restored the spiritual energy in his Dantian. At this time, he was surprised to find that the small wound had miraculously healed and only the scratch on his chest remained unrecovered, but it no longer bleed.
Zhang Yan sensed the injury of his body, and there was no serious problem. He couldn't wait to praise:"How magical is the Asura Change, which cultivates my body so strong. Though not serious injuries, it takes several days for a normal martial arts to recover, while me, only one hour."
Zhang Yan followed the channel and headed to the legendary eighth floor. "I'm going to look at the eighth floor that nobody has ever seen. What is hidden?"