In the pavilion, Jiang Yan said: "Then this mechanism must be real and false, and it will not disappoint the famous Jianshan Mountain just now."

Chen Qingfeng nodded slightly.

On the other side of the water curtain, the hills in everyone's eyes were clearly visible, and each boy could see clearly the movements.

The two elders who fell off the boy just now expressed dissatisfaction with their tiger back and bear waists. They were easily driven out by the disciples of the Sword Sect, and two seats were vacant.

The teenagers discovered the mechanism one after another and began to climb upward.

Someone walked very quickly and quickly walked the eight steps;

Some people left five or sixth level, such as Pei Zhen and Cui Zhi;

Some people walk very slowly, cannot do the same thing or be cautious, anyway, they can't walk at level 2 or 3, including Yun Luo, the thin boy and Jiangdong Mingzhu Lu Qi.

Some people under the water curtain began to whisper. Wen Wei listened sincerely. It was nothing more than the Jiangdong pearls that were not worthy of their name and were just like the examples, mixed with some sympathy for Yun Luo's tragic experiences, and they talked about the profound truth that good and bad luck depended on each other.

Wenwei just wanted to laugh.

On the eighth step, a young man skillfully reached out and touched it. This time the mechanism was quite big, and he could touch it at once. He quickly pressed it. Before he could step up, he saw a flash of eyes. He was already standing at the foot of the mountain. A disciple of the Sword Sect reminded him: "I'm sorry, you're out."

The young man was unaware of it, and the man in blue shirt said in a cold voice: "After level 8, there are two mechanisms for each step, one is right and one is wrong."

The boy immediately regretted it and turned his head to see that there were several people standing beside him, and he was also dejected.

But there were also young men who touched and pressed casually, and then walked up one level smoothly.

"Luck is also part of the practice. Does Lord Shangshu think it's right?" Chen Qingfeng added another cup of tea to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan nodded and found that the boy who pressed it right casually finally pressed the wrong step on the tenth step, and his body disappeared on the stone step. Chen Qingfeng's voice sounded, "But it's just based on luck, but he can't walk far."

Jiang Yan felt that this question was indeed a trick, and he stared at Yun Luo's every move.

Yun Luo stepped on the eighth level stone steps, and still touched the entire step according to his previous habits until he touched the two mechanisms. He was relieved and began to carefully consider the difference between the two mechanisms.

The difference is very simple. Two clearly visible words are engraved on the bulge, "right" and "wrong".

After confirming that there was no other mechanism, Yun Luo pressed on the regular mechanism and stepped into the ninth level calmly.

Standing on the eleventh step, Yun Luo was calm and steady. The same two mechanisms, the same regular characters, and the same barrier disappeared.

His left foot steadily stepped on the twelfth step. As soon as his right foot left the eleventh step, a strong wind came over him. Yun Luo quickly stepped on his right foot and barely stabilized his body.

Looking from the water curtain, a dozen teenagers flew backwards and fell down the mountain. Fortunately, there was a soft force to protect each other, and it was not a big deal. These teenagers were walking fast and smoothly at the first eleven levels. Who would have thought that they had already fallen into the mountain in the moment they stepped into the twelve level.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yan looked at Chen Qingfeng in confusion. Chen Qingfeng was not arrogant and explained: "From the twelfth level to the 55th level, it is a pure test of perseverance. The road is facing the sky, and without tenacious will, how can you walk through this long road?"

Jiang Yan asked, "Then why not give a reminder?"

Chen Qingfeng smiled, "Why should you ask me knowingly? The bottlenecks and difficulties on the road of cultivation come at once? Have you ever had any warning? The road is smooth and you can relax your vigilance. Do we still see less about the gutter capsizing?"

Jiang Yan nodded, "I am taught. I am more looking forward to asking about the knowledge behind Jianshan."

Pei Zhen arched his waist on the steps with difficulty, and said hatefully: "The people of the Sword Sect are so sinister. I almost said it." He said this, but in fact he was not as careless as Yun Luo. Looking at the foggy road ahead, he gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Cui Zhi's body swayed slightly, and her martial arts were even better than Yunluo and Pei Zhen. The slightly messy hair on the surface of the Gangfeng pavilion was blown tightly against her forehead, and she squinted her eyes slightly and stepped out.

Lu Qi stood on the twelfth step and looked at his clothes with some distress, as if he was a little wider. At this moment, the wind made his clothes dance around, and his hair was covered with hair, "Like a madness?" He murmured in a low voice, either pulling off the extra clothes or tied them up, looking ahead, his face gradually became firm.

The thin boy Yun Luo had helped him close his eyes. The gust of wind almost blew him out. Fortunately, he was smart and a donkey rolled on the stone steps. At this moment, he had sat up, calmed down his breathing, gritted his teeth, and pierced his head up.

Yun Luo stepped on the 22nd stone steps, and his whole person was numb by the wind. He felt that his whole face was no longer conscious. The whistling sound of the wind kept echoing in his ears. The person seemed to have become a piece of paper, shaking thinly.

He had been here for a while, and he was thinking about a sudden change between eleven and twelve. Will the twenty-two and twenty-three also have such a design?

It was this prudence and thinking that made him survive the 16 years that many people could not live.

After recovering slightly, looking at the white mist in front of me, I will continue to walk.

Standing on the 23rd level stairs hard, Yun Luo smiled bitterly, and the wind suddenly stopped, but the world was not quiet. At this moment, he seemed to be under the sky river, but there was a hole in the sky river.

The clothes were soaked in an instant, and layers of bead curtains seemed to be hanging in front of me, and I could hardly see the way forward. The cold wind blew, and the clothes could no longer hold any warmth, but instead stuck to my body wet and wet, which was very uncomfortable.

Enduring the pain in his body, Yun Luo walked forward with difficulty. He thought to himself, I wonder how Pei Zhen was doing.

Looking from the bottom of the mountain, Pei Zhen was actually very close to Yun Luo, but he was muttering something in his mouth at this moment. After listening carefully, "I wonder if those two little girls are also like this. It would be great if the young master could watch from the side. That figure, tsk."

Yun Luo wanted to fight after hearing this, Lu Qi wanted to kill someone, and Cui Zhi wanted to destroy the family after hearing this.

One after another, some teenagers could not stand such a biting cold, their lips were so cold that they turned purple. They fell back and were sent to the foot of the mountain.

There are only half a hundred people left on the Sword Mountain.

The huge water curtain at the waiting place did not reveal the wind and rain on the mountain. The movements of the teenagers seemed strange and funny to them, but they still stared at the figures they cared about. Whenever a teenager or girl failed, it would be accompanied by a heartfelt sigh or wail.

In the pavilion, Chen Qingfeng shook his head, "It's just that rain has fallen, so much less, and our selection of materials is really too limited."

Jiang Yan did not comment. He knew some things well, but due to his identity, he really couldn't say them.

Chen Qingfeng didn't force himself. After complaining, he kept muttering, and it became annoying. Looking at Yun Luo who was struggling to climb, he said, "This guy is really good-minded."

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Orphan. I'm used to self-improvement."

Chen Qingfeng nodded with relief, but became more suspicious in his heart. He did not believe that an orphan deserves such care from the Prime Minister, and even sent Jiang Yan to the scene.

At this moment, I looked at the boy carefully and tried to find a clue.

Yun Luo didn't know that the eyes fell on him were all looking up.

My legs were already numb and my fingers were already out of consciousness, but I still had to use my hands and feet to move upwards because the stone steps were shaping a thick layer of ice, which was extremely slippery.

My fingers were tightly clenched into the cracks of the stone slabs. At some point, a piece of nail had been quietly broken. As soon as a trace of blood was oozing out of the fingertips, it solidified on the wound.

Thirty-one, his knees hit hard on the stone steps and swelled slightly.

Thirty-two, a piece of nail on the finger of his left hand was poked off by the edge of the gap. He didn't realize it, wiped his face hard, opened his eyes a little, and looked up again.

Thirty-three, almost exhausted all the strength of the body, and the clouds rolled up the stone steps.

He knelt on his knees, supported his hands, and gasped heavily. Thinking of the sixty-six steps that would be next, he didn't have time to rest, and he had to go up after taking a little rest.

Suddenly the clouds disappeared and the white mist in front of me disappeared instantly.

The eyes of the people in the mountains were clear, and a voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears, "There are fifty-two people left on the mountain, Cui Zhi, level 41; the lowest one is Fu Tianqi, level 25. You and others all have a quarter of an hour to rest, and a quarter of an hour later, Wenjian Mountain restarted."

Yun Luo looked around and found Pei Zhen hushing at him diagonally above him, dancing, but he saw that his face was smoky and his hair was slightly curled up, and he asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

Pei Zhen said to himself without any response: "I can't hear it."

Yunluo then realized that he could only see but not listen in the mountains at this moment.

So he made a gesture of hard work to Pei Zhen. Pei Zhen nodded and pointed to him. Yun Luo looked at him with his fingers. Cui Zhi in a mysterious clothes was also smoky and burning like Pei Zhen. She sat cross-legged on the ground, her expression still cold. She seemed to sense the gazes of Yun Luo and Pei Zhen. She opened her eyes and gave Pei Zhen a thumbs up.

Pei Zhen stretched out his hands, one hand upside down and the other hand upright, and then kissed each other hard, smiling with a slutty smile.

Cui Zhi suddenly became angry and remembered that she was in Wenjian Mountain at this moment, so she simply closed her eyes, but she was completely clean after seeing her.

Yun Luo made him laugh and signaled Pei Zhen to be careful, and then sat down cross-legged and rested.

After his body recovered, he forced the pain from his fingertips to endure, and his brows were just slightly frowning.

Pei Zhen had already told the information very clearly that there was fire in the next ladder, and it was still the case until the 41st level where Cui Zhi was, so he had to prepare in advance, such as drinking a lot of water.

There are many silent communication like the one just now in Wenjian Mountain, some provocative, some disdainful, and some encourage each other.

"Is this what you mean?" Jiang Yan turned his head and asked in the pavilion.

Chen Qingfeng smiled, "Let them rest. The young man can't stand it."

Jiang Yan knew it in his heart and said to himself, "Is it a bit unfair?" He shook his head again in an instant, and said to himself, "I am really used to dealing with political affairs. Where can the practice of the Great Dao come from fairness?"

Chen Qingfeng added another cup of tea for Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yan talked: "I don't have to be roasted by fire, why drink so much?"

Chen Qingfeng: "Ah?"

At the bottom of the entire team, the thin boy named Fu Tianqi ignored the sarcastic gazes that came from around him, faced the mountain, showing his back to others, and lowered his head to think. From the water curtain, he seemed to be ashamed to see people.

So under the huge water curtain at the waiting place, the man who was nicknamed the king by Pei Zhen, looked at Fu Tianqi's sloppy master with mocking and provocativeness, but the other party was indifferent.

Without any warning, the whole hill returned to its previous appearance. Fu Tianqi suddenly opened his eyes and his fingers slid slightly, as if words were written in the air. As his fingertips passed by, some rain seemed to have slightly changed direction.
Chapter completed!