Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Outside the treasure pagoda, on the Tianbao Monument.

The number behind Chen Qing's name suddenly jumped from "six" to "seven."

From his original position around eightieth place, he shot up with a whoosh, boldly charging into the top fifty and finally steadily settling at forty-third place!

"Seventh level! Chen Qing reached the seventh level!"

Li Wang was the first to exclaim excitedly, his face full of excitement and disbelief.

A wave of suppressed exclamations and gasps instantly rang out from the Five Terraces Sect area.

Elder Sang Yanping's tightly clenched fists quietly relaxed. His palms were actually slightly damp with sweat. He let out a long breath, unable to suppress the gratified smile on his face as he said in a low voice to Chu Jinyun beside him, "Good! Good lad! Seventh level! I knew he could do it!"

The seventh level was a threshold. As long as one passed the seventh level, they were basically stable in the top fifty.

Not far away in the Hanyu Valley area, Lingshuang said in a deep voice, "The character trial is the most difficult to endure. That he could pass so quickly with such a large ranking increase shows how firm his will is."