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Chapter 325 Meng Haoran

"This mountain is called Stepping Immortal Peak, and the steps at the foot are called Stairway to Heaven. It's really as difficult as climbing to the sky!" A monk sat on the white jade-like steps and sighed panting.

"Isn't that right? The nearly 3-story ladder should correspond to the potential of the Nine Realms of Xiantai. If you can reach the top of the mountain, doesn't it mean that you have the potential to become a fairy?" At this time, there were already many people , Climb to more than 4 layers, and even stop at [-] layers.

It's not that they don't want to keep climbing.

It's really too tired, each of them is staggering, even the speed of those saints and saints is not much faster!
Because they are like carrying a mountain on their backs. As the number of layers increases, the mountain on their backs will become heavier. Only when they stop can they completely relax their bodies. But when they stop like this, many people will not have the courage With perseverance the climb went on.

"Climbing to the top of the mountain has the potential to become a fairy? Don't talk nonsense, but this can at least tell us that those people on top of us are at least more persistent than us.

However, you can become a registered disciple only after reaching the [-]th floor. Does that mean that you must have the potential to become a great sage before you can become a personal disciple? Is the requirements for accepting apprentices in the Holy Land simpler than that of Jianzong? "A genius from a Wannian family couldn't help but start complaining.

"Hey, look at that kid, isn't he a mortal? How could it be..." Someone widened his eyes and pointed his finger not far away.

Everyone followed the direction of their fingers, and found that the mortal who had never practiced had climbed to the [-]th floor!

At this time, his whole body was soaked in sweat, but he stubbornly raised his head to look at the top of the mountain, and just walked up step by step. The little scholar looked very tired, very tired, giving people a feeling of crumbling, but His speed has always been slower.

Or.

From the first step of climbing the ladder, he maintained a speed, slower than everyone else, but he was more persistent than everyone else!
While others climbed up to [-] to [-] steps in one breath, he only climbed a few thousand steps, and not only was he not in a hurry, he was still the same.

Even at noon, this mortal not only slowly overtook them, but also had the intention of continuing to climb upwards.

Among the many monks, it was hard to imagine what was supporting his fragile body, which never fell down.

"I don't believe in evil anymore. Even a mortal can climb higher than us, can't we?" A disciple of an aristocratic family took a deep breath, and followed the steps of the scholar, step by step slowly and orderly keep climbing.

Some monks who had given up hope also burst out with a kind of strength from the bottom of their hearts. They watched the mortal who gradually surpassed them, and then they stared at his back closely, and continued to climb to the top of the mountain.

The fastest way to climb the ladder today is those holy sons and saintesses, plus some geniuses from top aristocratic families.

Ye Fan was not at a disadvantage, and remained in the first echelon.

As for Li Heishui, he has already become the second echelon, and he is still trying to climb to the [-]th floor.

Among them, Wang Teng was the champion. When he climbed to the top of the [-] steps, he couldn't help but stop and looked back. He saw many geniuses of the same age following behind him. Although the distance was not too far, he couldn't help but still A kind of arrogance arose in my heart!
However, just as he continued to climb.

It seemed that a mountain was being held down behind him, and he staggered, almost kneeling on the steps...

"What about the great emperor? I am a young emperor, and my way is endless. How could I not have the potential of a mere quasi-emperor!" Wang Teng shouted loudly, standing up straight, his skin glowing with light, surrounded by Divine power, continue to climb to the top.

But he only felt that every step he took was so heavy that it became difficult for him to breathe, and his throat felt like it was being scorched by fire!
The bones all over the body cracked, and every step was painful. This kind of pain was like not being able to survive, not to be able to die!
"Ahhh, damn it!" Wang Teng shouted loudly, and the divine light suddenly bloomed, and visions of heaven and earth emerged, guarding him in the middle.

The many holy sons behind him couldn't help being amazed when they saw this scene.

"Tsk tsk, Wang Teng has started to bloom visions to resist the pressure?" Ji Haoyue chuckled. He also reached the [-]th floor, but he did not stop, but continued to move forward. The pressure suddenly increased, but he did not care about his body. No matter how painful it was, he still gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

But there are very few people who can ignore him like this, rely on the strength of their physique, and forcefully go up without releasing the vision.

Many saints and saints could no longer bear such pressure, and began to use secret methods and even visions one after another, so as to make themselves go further.

After all, there are very few people who can come to the first echelon, there are only 18 people in total!
Except for Ye Fan, Hua Yunfei, Ji Haoyue, Jiang Yifei, Ji Ziyue and others, other holy sons and saints, even the saint Fenghuang of the Huanggufeng family, Xia Yiming, the prince of Zhongzhou Daxia Dynasty, and others, all started Use various secret methods to increase your combat power!

Wang Teng naturally saw this scene, and of course he began to understand that his vision was used too early, and he might not be able to persist to the top of the mountain, but now he no longer wants to take the vision back into his body. , with superior aptitude, there is absolutely no need to endure that kind of endless pain!
He believes in his own strength and potential even more, and he can rely on his various secret magic visions to persist on the top of the mountain.

However, as many saints and saints in the first echelon reached the [-] steps, many people fell to the ground immediately, and they would rather die than continue to climb.

As for the second echelon, they stopped at the [-] steps and were unable to move forward.

But the surprising third echelon climbed from [-] to [-] steps to [-] steps abruptly!
You know, there are more than 200 people, they really climbed up...

In their hearts, a mortal can walk so high, if they can't become a registered disciple of Jianzong, they will not be buried to death after returning?

So they followed in the footsteps of that little scholar, and climbed up to the [-] steps with the perseverance and face in their hearts. When they could become registered disciples, they lay down on the steps one after another, refusing to get up and continue climbing. ...

It's not that they don't want to climb, it's that they really can't climb, their potential has been drained, they're completely dry...

And this time.

Whether it is the people in the first echelon or the people in the second echelon, they all start to look at the mortal who has never slowed down a little, climbing the [-] steps to the top.

He still looked bitter, even his tongue was bitten by the fangs, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, but his speed still did not slow down, and he continued to climb to the top of the [-] steps, and even gradually caught up with the first echelon.

His name is Meng Haoran.

A scholar of a small dynasty, fortunately, this small dynasty is very close to Jianzong.

And he likes reading, and he heard that the Confucian sage of Jianzong did not ask for qualifications in accepting disciples, so he wanted to try his luck.

So he walked with the caravan for exactly one hundred days, just at the time of Jianzong's opening ceremony, without even taking a breath, he began to break through those very simple illusions.

But climbing.

Really tired.

What bothers him the most is climbing.

Meng Haoran had a feeling, as if he was climbing a mountain with the [-]-jin green flower next door on his back, and every step he took, he felt crushed to death.

But if he wants to apprentice, there is no reason to give up halfway. There is no reason in the book to make people shrink halfway.

And scholars.

Walk straight and sit upright.

He Meng Haoran has no reason to give up at all, and he has no reason to bend over to climb the mountain. Now that he has climbed [-] floors, he will continue to climb upright!

Gradually.

He has reached [-] layers, surpassing some holy sons and saints.

Under the incomprehensible eyes of those people, he caught up with Ye Fan and the others very slowly step by step!

(End of this chapter)