Not surprisingly, without the means to press the bottom box, these resting geniuses would stop at the second realm, and they would not even be able to break through the 20,000 layers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Xin's steps are not fast, but he is more than most people who are still moving forward, his expression is relaxed, and he looks like he looks at the pressure around him as if he is nothing, which frequently attracts people's attention.

"Who is that? I've never seen it before. ”

"The speed is average, just looking at the appearance, there is no feeling of pressure like others. ”

"This pressure. . . It's not so much pressure as gravity, like carrying a very heavy thing forward, the further down you go, the greater the weight!"

"Most of our realms are in the middle and late stages of the martial king, and the physical body is also in the middle and late stages of the martial arts, and it is already difficult to move forward here, no matter how difficult it is to continue to move forward, we need to cultivate a little, he is so easy?"

"I guess it's a disciple of a great clan, right? What I don't understand is, why is he so far behind? and... He was too unbearable, and there were some traces of wanting to be struck by lightning. ”

"Could it be the one who went back? In this way, there are some disciples who don't look like big forces..."

Those geniuses who were sitting in twos and threes or sitting alone saw Xia Xin jumping from above, and immediately talked about it, and some people even defined Xia Xin as the heir of a certain hidden force.

Not everyone saw Xia Xin at the entrance, and as soon as he entered, the mechanical voice sounded, and the generous reward made Xia Xin's existence seem like nothingness.

The strong, no matter where they are, are concerned, although Xia Xin is sloppy and his image is a mess, but it is so easy to break through the ladder, which is something that everyone here can't do. So he attracted the attention of others and cared about his origin.

"It's another dark horse..."Soon, Xia Xin disappeared from their eyes, leaving a sigh to echo here.

Nineteen thousand, twenty thousand, twenty-one thousand...

It's already close to the second part of the geniuses, they are not resting, but gritting their teeth, breaking step by step, sweating profusely, all of them are challenging their limits.

These people are the more outstanding disciples in the sect family, unlike those above, because they have always been suppressed by clansmen or senior brothers who are stronger than them, so even here they don't have this idea, the idea of becoming stronger.

Anyway, there are people who are stronger than me, and those old guys in the clan or sect have put their hopes on people who are stronger than me, why do I need to fight so hard?

This is a true portrayal of the heart of most resting geniuses.

The second part, on the other hand, is different.

Some of them are pinned on great hopes, and some do not want to be surpassed by their peers, and they want to seize this opportunity to make themselves stronger, so that their position in their own power is more solid, and they will not be shaken by other peers.

It is impossible for a force to put all its geniuses in one secret realm, it is too unwise. Martial artists need to be trained, but if all the good seedlings fall and die somewhere, then there will be a huge hidden danger to this force. Therefore, there are hundreds of genius disciples in the Nine Shadows Ladder, but in fact, this is still a minority, and within the various forces, there must be other disciples who are not weaker than those who have come here to train.

The geniuses in the second part, their clothes were wet with sweat, but they still refused to give up and moved forward step by step. Among them, there were several people who made Xia Xin cast his eyes.

A person covered in red flames is like forming a flaming cloak. In the second part, he moves ten times at a time, ten times more than the ones further back.

Although the red flames on his body dimmed every time he stepped on the tenth floor, his steps were extremely firm.

Behind him, a white mist emerged like water boiled at a high temperature, and the white mist was as hot as steam.

With an unusually high temperature, there was still a person in the white mist, and this person chased after the man in the fire coat, and fell behind him as if unconvinced, trying to overtake him. But the footsteps are also ten layers at a time, and I don't dare to go too far.

When it comes to the second realm, Xia Xin is also not hundreds of layers at a time, which is not much different from looking for abuse. According to his feelings, the pressure of the hundreds of layers of condensation here is enough to burst the body of the body cultivator below the Martial Sect, and even the tenth layer is not something that an ordinary martial spirit body can withstand.

And Xia Xin's arrival attracted the attention of one more person every time he exceeded him, but these geniuses did not speak, and their eyes showed a more determined gaze.

"It's just a temporary transcendence, and the ranking doesn't mean everything.."

This is the difference between the strong and the weak, and there may be some deviations, but the vast majority of the weak who do not have the desire to become strong are like this!

Twenty-two thousand, twenty-three thousand, twenty-five thousand...

When Xia Xin was standing on the twenty-six thousand floors, he saw an acquaintance. He had fought to the death, and the other party left a deep impression on him. The gaze was on the man's right arm, which should have been empty, but there was an intact hand.

"Broken limbs reborn?" Ninety-five Mirror Ao had broken his right hand, but it was intact at this time, obviously the Nine-Five Clan had consumed the elixir of the flesh and bones of the living and dead, so that it could grow an arm again.

As if sensing Xia Xin's gaze, the ninety-five mirror looked arrogantly and looked at him, who was dressed in a purple robe, and now he had a little majesty, and the hideous god pattern was even more vicious. His face was still as handsome, his shiny black hair was tied up, and he frowned. He had always felt something familiar with the person, but he couldn't find the source of that feeling.

"It can't be him, he's definitely going to see Hades!" "Ninety-five Jingao continued to break through the ladder, fifteen floors at a time, a little stronger than the two people who were dressed in fire clothes and surrounded by high temperature white mist.

Xia Xin's face was calm, but because he was struck by lightning, his face was pitch black and he couldn't see clearly. He has a murderous intent in his heart, and he hates the Jiuwu clan to the core. I finally suppressed that killing intent, knowing that this was not the time to fight.

With a leap of footsteps, he passed directly over the head of the ninety-five mirror and landed on the twenty-six thousand one hundred floor.

"Boom"

There was no change outside, but Xia Xin's body trembled, his face turned pale, and his qi and blood rolled a little. He knew what kind of damage a hundred layers would bring at this time, but he did it anyway.

Not only is this injury within the scope of bearing, but it is also a humiliation for Jiuwu Jingao.

Jiuwu Jingao looked at the person who was covered in darkness and was very sloppy, and he actually flew over his head and fell, first stunned, and then there were green tendons on his head bursting out one by one.

"Boy, are you looking for death?" A low voice with murderous intent sounded, looking at the jumper who was more than eighty floors away from him, and at the same time he was surprised in his heart, he was here at a time a hundred layers is very reluctant, and he can't do it many times, this person is so relaxed...

When jumping down the ladder, they generally bypass the people who break into the ladder below, because that is tantamount to pulling hatred for no reason, and it is undoubtedly very unwise to offend people without interest, but some people like this, and have a natural sense of superiority over those who are weak, as if they are superior.

"Knock"

Ninety-five mirrors stomped their feet proudly, and also came to a hundred layers at a time, wanting to repay the other party in their way. But Xia Xin knew the situation when he heard the voice, and he didn't look back again, and didn't give Jiuwu Mirror a chance to be humiliated.

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