Painting of the Nine Immortals

The fog and mist were here, and only a stone step appeared clearly in front of everyone.

The stone steps spread upwards, seemingly to lead to nine days above, without a glance at the end.

The first-level stairs are simple and mysterious. There is no endless flow of light on it, and there is no horror overflow, but it gives a feeling of heavy mountain.

Especially when dozens of monks were shaken by it, everyone felt a chill.

However, few people can remain calm in the face of the huge temptation of the Fortune Palace. Therefore, some monks, despite the weirdness of this stone road, set foot on the first step again.

As a result, these people were all left by Zhenfei as they were at the beginning.

Ling Xian frowned slightly, observing dozens of people being shaken by the spirit, and found that the repair of these people was just the beginning of the foundation construction, and the breath was floating, apparently caused by taking too much elixir.

"It turned out that people with insufficient strength can't embark on this stone stairway." Ling Xian suddenly understood why.

Others were also self-explanatory, and then some monks who knew they were not strong enough sighed, and their tone was full of loss.

On the contrary, some monks who have information about their strength laughed loudly and stepped onto the stone steps.

This time, there was no scene of being shaken by the fly, but those people's complexions instantly became pale. It can be seen how powerful the oppression of this ancient road is.

This is also normal. After all, it is the assessment of the Fortune Palace. If any monk can enter it, it will not be the Fortune Palace forever.

After seeing some people successfully ascending the stone steps, the remaining monks embarked on the stone steps with hunger.

However, Ling Xian didn't move. He slowly closed his eyes, preparing to elevate his energy and spirit to the peak, and then went back to the top!

After an hour like this, when everyone had walked a long way on the stone steps, Ling Xian slowly opened his eyes, and a swift swiftness passed by, quickly disappearing into nothingness.

"The state has been brought to the extreme, it's time to climb."

Ling Xian raised his mouth, glanced at the mysterious ancient road ahead, and then took a big step and set foot on the first step.

Suddenly, a huge oppressive force suddenly descended, as if a mountain fell and fell on him.

Unfortunately, for Ling Xian, who is almost going to the extreme of the foundation period, this pressure is not as good as scratching. He just stepped on the second-level stone steps with a slight shock.

Fortunately, after an hour of climbing, there were no other monks except Ling Xian. Otherwise, if it is seen that he has passed the first step so easily, he will have to vomit blood.

"It turns out that first order is more stressful than first order."

Feeling the ever-increasing pressure, Ling Xian smiled lightly, still calm and calm. As if the pressure is unbearable to others, it doesn't exist to him at all.

Soon, he came to the 100th floor, his face was not flushed, he wasn't panting, he wasn't even tired, not even a drop of sweat.

It's like walking in the back garden of your own house, freehand, walking in peace.

"Well, I saw people so soon."

Ling Xian gave a light sigh and found that a young man suddenly appeared in front of her. She could not help but stunned. It was unexpected that an hour had passed, and some talents came here.

However, when he thought of the huge pressure on the stone steps, he was relieved.

Indeed, those pressures were nothing to him and could be easily broken. However, for others, it is tantamount to fighting an opponent of the same level, and it takes a considerable price to pass.

"Treading ..."

Ling Xian took three successive steps and immediately stopped behind the young man. She reached out and patted the man's shoulder, saying, "Taoyou, do you feel struggling?"

"Ok?"

The young man turned awkwardly and turned hard. After seeing that the person was a human, his eyes flashed with pride.

He had originally thought of himself as the last, and he was extremely frustrated. But when he saw Ling Xian, he suddenly felt confident and felt that he was not the worst monk among the tens of thousands, at least there was one worse than himself.

"Haha, I was struggling just now, but after seeing you, I don't think so." The young man laughed, his words filled with joy.

"Why is this?" Ling Xian frowned slightly.

The young man grinned and said, "Because you are behind me, the worst person in this group of monks."

"It turned out to be me as the bottom person and found a sense of superiority." Ling Xian smirked and looked at the youth in front of her, and said, "Originally, I was going to help you, but since you haven't If you feel pressured, forget it. "

"Haha, Daoyou, don't make fun of it, it's been an hour before you came here and help me?" The young man laughed and laughed, "It's a big deal, you should ask for blessings."

"This is what you said, but don't regret it." Ling Xian smiled, then took a small step forward, taking ten steps in succession in the eyes of the youth.

Walking as fast as walking on the ground, as if the so-called stress does not exist at all.

Suddenly, the young man was stunned!

He stared blankly at Ling Xian in front of him, his eyes full of wonder.

Your uncle!

Do you want to be so perverted?

This is the assessment set up by the Fortune Palace, not the back garden of your house, how could you walk so easily? !!

The young man yelled in his heart, looking at Ling Xian's eyes in addition to shock, and envy and jealousy.

"Dao You, now you're the last one, try hard, I'll wait for you on the top, I hope to see you." Ling Xian smiled, waving at the youth who was about to be frightened.

Then he stopped paying attention to this episode and continued to walk forward.

"Brother, wait for me!"

The young man suddenly yelled like crazy, hoping that Ling Xian could stop and help himself.

Unfortunately, in the blink of an eye, Ling Xian has disappeared, naturally he cannot hear what he said.

"I'm going, do you want to be so perverted, the Fortune Palace will not be your back garden."

Seeing Ling Xian disappeared, the youth wanted to cry without tears and suddenly gave himself a slap, as if he wanted to use this as a reminder to miss a good opportunity.

At this moment, the young man was full of remorse, and regretted that he should not ridicule and attack Ling Xian, and even regretted taking him as an object to find superiority.

Where is this? What is the sense of superiority?

The thought of saying that Ling Xian was so vocal and that he was the worst monk among these people, the young man was ashamed of himself, anxious to find a place to drill in.

How could such a monk who walks to the stone steps like walking on the ground and walking like a flying man, is the worst person?

If Ling Xian is the worst person, wouldn't the remaining monks be worse than pigs and dogs?