Drunk Immortal Gourd

Then the two of them supported each other and walked down bit by bit. Baotan Sanren didn't know what method he used. His whole body suddenly became extremely heavy and his speed became very slow. Every time he took a step, the entire stairs They all seemed to be trembling, but Qingyang's condition was much better. He could have been faster, but he didn't do so. Instead, he tried his best to keep pace with Baotan Sanren.

Not only the two of them were like this, but the ten monks in front were also like this. No matter they were the descendants of the three Nascent Soul monks or the seven late-stage Jindan monks, they all had an extremely difficult time traveling.

Normally, a few of them would have jumped over the hundred-foot steps, and it would only take them a few breaths at most. But now walking is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Every step they take is a kind of torture. The next step is a test, but in order to win, for face, or for the future, they are persisting.

Time passed little by little, and the team gradually lengthened. Shi Ruyu and Lone Star were at the front, followed by two outstanding late-stage Jindan monks, followed by Master Qingsong and the remaining late-stage Jindan monks. Judging from the way they were struggling, it seemed like they had difficulty even walking up the steps.

As for Baotan San and Qingyang, although they started the latest, they kept walking forward leisurely and gradually caught up with the others, ranking behind Qingsong Zhenren and those late Jindan monks. Front.

Before I knew it, less than half an hour had passed. It was hard to believe that it took so long to go up and down the 100-foot steps that usually took just a few breaths. But I finally saw the end of the steps, and I just needed to push harder to finish.

However, except for Qingyang, the potential of everyone on the field has been squeezed out. It is extremely difficult to take another step forward. The few remaining steps are like a chasm.

The few late-stage Jindan monks behind have stopped walking forward. They are very clear about their situation. It is impossible to walk the remaining steps. There are a total of twelve monks entering the passage, and the first two will be taken in this link. Since the top ten have already won, why do we have to compete?

As for Shi Ruyu, Lone Star Master and the two outstanding Jindan monks in front, they were still struggling to move forward. What they were fighting for was not to win in this link, because they had already won, and face was the most important thing. Number one is their pursuit.

Seeing that there were dozens of steps left, Baotan Sanren finally couldn't hold on any longer. He looked at most of the red lines on the seventh grid on the jade slip in his hand, stopped and said: "Fellow Taoist Qingyang , I can’t hold on any longer, so I won’t drag you down anymore. This is my limit. If you can still go forward, just keep going down and give our foundation-building monks some breathing space.”

Because Baotan Sanren practices special skills, he usually looks drunk, but when he is drunk, he looks very sober, and the more drunk he is, the less drunk he is, which is completely opposite to normal people. His expression at this time As usual, his eyes were frighteningly bright, but the real situation was that he was drunk to the extreme, which was more serious than those late-stage Jindan monks. If he hadn't used some special means, it would have been impossible to persist until now.

Qingyang could see the condition of Baotan Sanren, so he nodded and said: "Okay, you take care of yourself, I will walk downstairs."

After leaving behind the Baotan Sanren, Qingyang's speed became a little faster, and finally entered the main hall on the seventh floor of the ancient cellar with Shi Ruyu and Lone Star Master. As for the two late-stage Jindan monks who performed well, the last dozen or so When I reached the stairs, I really couldn't hold on anymore, so I stopped there. It seemed that I gave up the opportunity to compete for the first place.

In the end, only three people entered the main hall on the seventh floor of the ancient cellar, Shi Ruyu, Zhenren Lone Star, and Qingyang. Shi Ruyu was really strong, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to take the initiative to propose coming to the seventh floor. Zhenren Lone Star had the advantage of the location, and the master was The Lord of Jiuxian City invited Yue Zhenjun, but Qingyang used cheating methods, and most of the alcohol was absorbed by the Alcoholic Bee.

Except for Qingyang, who is in slightly better condition, the other two have already passed their limit. However, in order to compete for publicity, they secretly used many special methods to survive until now.

Shi Ruyu's face was frighteningly pale, and there was no blood on his body. He was shivering constantly, and was a bit shorter than usual. His body was extremely weak, and he looked like he would fall apart at any time. Lone Star's face was flushed, and his skin was as red as cooked shrimps. What was coming out was not sweat, but heat. The mist around his body was steaming, as if he was standing in a steamer.

Shi Ruyu looked at the entrance to the eighth floor of the ancient cellar and couldn't help but shudder. In his current situation, even if he took one more step forward, he might collapse, so he said: "Fellow Taoist Lone Star, we have reached the seventh level." It’s over, do we still need to compare?”

Master Lone Star could hear that there was a hint of retreat in Shi Ruyu's words. His situation was no better than the other party's, and he could no longer hold on. So he got off the donkey and said: "We have reached this point, let's keep competing. What's the point? My master has long said that the limit of Jindan monks is the sixth floor of the ancient cellar. We can reach the seventh floor, which is already beyond our level. Even their Nascent Soul monks can only go to the eighth floor of the ancient cellar. How can we compare to the Yuanying monk?"

Shi Ruyu nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and said: "Yes, we can't compete with the Yuanying monks. In this case, how about we shake hands and make peace, and the two of us are tied for first place, how about that?"

"I agree with this opinion." Master Lone Star said.

There are only three people in the main hall on the seventh floor of the ancient cellar. The two of them are tied for first place, so Qingyang can only be ranked third. Qingyang has no intention of competing with them for status. He has more important things to do. Wait. After gradually adapting to the smell of alcohol on the seventh floor of the ancient cellar, he staggered forward again.

Qingyang's actions brought the conversation between Shi Ruyu and Lone Star to an abrupt end. In their minds, Qingyang's situation should be even worse. It was already a blessing to enter the seventh floor of the ancient cellar. How could he go further? He is just a foundation-building monk, so getting third place is already very good. Now he should consider how to return to the top of the ancient cellar. However, they never expected that Qingyang would still have the energy to continue going down. Thinking of what they just said, their faces turned blue and red, and they were burning badly.

Shi Ruyu wanted to take a breath, continue walking forward, compete with Qingyang, and let this kid know how powerful he was, but when he tried, he found that his legs seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't lift them no matter what. If he doesn't get up, he understands that all his potential has been exhausted long ago. If he continues, he will definitely get drunk. At that time, it will not be a matter of winning or losing, but whether he will make a big fool of himself.