Fantasy: The Supporting Role Does Not Want To Be A Younger Brother

"Next, start the second level, climb the ladder!"

Ji Changju, who originally closed his eyes and rested his mind, opened his eyes, and dozens of people took two days to evaluate the heart-refining formation.

Except for one unlucky ghost who was eliminated, the others were not bad. Seeing that the second level was about to begin, he also got up and stepped forward.

"This heavenly ladder is a special semi-immortal weapon with 6,666 steps. It has the ability to suppress the body and soul, and it is specially used to assess the disciples of all dynasties..."

"But don't underestimate his difficulty. If it is controlled by humans, it can easily kill the powerhouses in the calamity period. Of course, we will set it according to the strength of the cultivation base. You only need to do what you can..."

"In the history of this sect, apart from the originator of the mountain, only a few people have successfully reached the top. Except for the first few ancestors, the latest time was recorded by our holy son, who successfully reached the top."

"I hope you will make persistent efforts. The higher you climb, the greater your potential, the stronger your will, and the more benefits. You don't need to climb blindly. Even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.

Yao Yiming waved the ladder slightly: "Let's start!"

With a command, everyone walked to the ladder, and no one rushed forward recklessly, they were all probing.

Ji Changju, who was following behind, communicated with the system: "System, can my breath cover this thing?"

"Ding!"

It seems that Ji Changju has been wrapped more rigorously, which also makes him relieved. Once exposed, it will be troublesome.

Taking the first step, I felt only a slight resistance, like some dust on Ji Changju's body.

Just in a daze, someone walked up to hundreds of floors, Ji Changju didn't exert his strength, you were walking like a cloud and a wild crane.

Although he didn't walk very fast, most of the consciousness fell on him, paying attention to his every move.

Step by step, one hundred floors, seven hundred, eight hundred, one thousand, the people in front had already rushed to two or three thousand, and he fell to the end.

"What the hell is this little doll doing?"

"Maybe it's trying to force it!"

"Well, I hope he can climb higher."

"Don't worry, with the young generation of the Holy Son, the Tianluo Shengzong will not be lonely."

"This……"

The elder Taishang in the audience looked at eating melons and chatting above. Some people were looking forward to an extra arrogance, and some people didn't care.

When Ji Changju reached the 2,500th floor, he finally surpassed one person, and gradually surpassed many people as he went up.

Many people can still climb up, but the speed is a little bit slower, Ji Changju's speed is still the same.

When they reached the 3,500th floor, they had already surpassed most of the people, and there were less than ten people left in front of them.

On reaching the 4,500th floor, Ji Changju tied for the first place with a person who he still knew. It was the 50-year-old strong fit who was taking the assessment in Tianluo City with him.

Ji Changju asked, "Do you need me to help you?"

The man was sweating profusely, and his veins were bulging. He looked at Ji Changju and said, "Thank you, brother, you go up first, I'll stay for a while."

"Okay, come on, I'll go first."

Wearing white clothes and walking behind his back, such a background made Wang Yang sigh and sigh behind him.

At the five thousandth floor, he still did not stop. It was still at the same speed. At the six thousandth floor, the people below were numb, and even the spiritual consciousness left on him was disconnected.

Six thousand five hundred floors, a familiar wave lingered on him, Ji Changju smugly sighed and continued on.

Six thousand six hundred and sixty-five floors, there is still one step left, and the people in the entire Tianluo Sect who are paying attention to this matter are stuck in their throats in surprise.

I saw Ji Changju stopped and did not move forward, but sat down, not knowing what to do.

Everyone was dumbfounded, but you should go, aren't you... fuck.

Ji Changju murmured, "I forgot to ask how long it took for that holy son, will he be slower than him."

Following the wave on his body, he trembled for a while, and then a voice came to Ji Changju's mind: "Little guy, hurry up, you can surpass the Holy Son!"

Ji Changju pretended to be panic, glanced left and right, and continued to whisper: "Where is the senior? How long can I surpass the Holy Son now?"

"You don't have to ask who I am, you will naturally know in the future, you are more than half an hour ahead of him now."

Ji Changju chuckled: "Then wait another half an hour, the kid is new here, you can't offend people to death, it's not good to exceed too much."

"You freak, you will only offend people even more."

"No, no, everyone is a family, good brothers for life."

The lower one was still crawling, and the upper one continued to sit and rest. The corners of the mouths of such a group of old guys twitched, scolding Ji Changju for not being a thing.

Time passed, and there were people surrounded by people below the ladder, some old and some young, and some women were holding their children. They should be the family members of an elder.

Just when Ji Changju was arguing with that wave, there was another powerful divine consciousness on his body, not wave but divine consciousness.

This divine sense swept around Ji Changju twice before he withdrew, which made Ji Changju more sure of his thoughts.

After waiting for a while, it was about half an hour when Ji Changju's system rang.

"Ding, the host pretends to slap the protagonist in the face, changes the plot of the protagonist, rewards 2000.0000 gold coins, and cultivates a few!"

Ji Changju then stood up and set foot on the top floor.

The ladder vibrated, and a large amount of spiritual energy appeared on the top floor, wrapping Ji Changju's body and running the method of longevity.

Looking at the top of the ladder from a distance, a white-clothed immortal was meditating. His spiritual energy was like a mist that set off his figure. The faint golden light made him look extremely noble.

At this moment, Tianluo Peak, who did not retreat, came to the platform, and even other peaks received news.

Tianluo Shengzi, the pinnacle of this generation of young people, has been punctured. Some people are happy, some are complicated, some are angry.

When all the spiritual energy was absorbed, there were three strands of immortal energy in the body, and the ladder sent him to the platform.

Looking at Ji Changju up close, he is 1.85 meters tall, with a gritty body and angular face, which unconsciously gives people a feeling of oppression. He is not very milky, but very manly.

At this moment, this face was recorded by everyone present. The man admired the admiration of the woman, but there was no jealousy like the little white face.

"Cough, our Tianluo Shengzong has another heavenly favorite. Chang Ju successfully climbed the ladder this time and won the first place!"

Sect Master Yao Yiming had to speak out, originally waiting for everyone to get off the ladder to conduct a strength assessment...

It's just that there are still many people climbing, and there are so many people watching here, so we can only give priority to Ji Changju's assessment and send him away first.

"Chang Ju, the next strength assessment, you start first, I can do my best to attack me, and I have my own judgement for the specific judgment!"

"it is good!"

Ji Changju took out the prepared heaven-level sword from the storage ring, secretly charged up with a little bit of tribulation power, and slashed hard at the sect master.

"call out!"

The Sect Master who originally crossed the second floor of the Tribulation didn't pay much attention to the attack in the early stage of the fusion, but a sword light gave him a bad feeling.

The defense was turned on, and the whole body was shaken, and I saw the sect master stretched out a palm and slapped the sword light...

"Fuck!"

"hiss--"

There was no thunderous sound, like an illusion of cutting flesh, when everyone looked underground...

"This is the blood of the sect."

"how can that be?"

"Sect Master, are you alright?"

"No problem!"

Yao Yiming did not avoid suspicion, but stretched out his palm in public, only to see a scar on his palm.

"hiss--"

Everyone, including Tai Shang and others, looked at Ji Changju in disbelief, and thought to themselves: Another genius of the saint-child level, and even...

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