The light curtain slowly deformed under people's gaze, and after a while, the originally smooth light curtain became a folded "touch", followed by this fold slowly turned into a staircase!

The martial arts ladder is formed!

Someone counted carefully, exactly one hundred stairs, each step is a few spacious, not like ordinary stairs, the width of the stairs is limited, some do not even have a foot length, the width of this martial arts ladder is about two meters, standing on it is extremely free.

"The start of the martial arts ladder will be until sunset, and whether or not anyone can climb to the top of the martial arts ladder, this opening will be over!" It's still He Yun's calm and extremely magnetic voice.

From below, it seems that the martial arts are not very high, and the highest level is estimated to be one hundred and ten meters above the ground, but everyone still has an intuition and seems to be unable to see the real distance clearly. It seems to be so high, and it seems to be as high as the Heavenly Palace. But the end of the stairs is clearly visible. And the huge deep "hole" at the end of the ladder seems to be connected to another world, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

After a commotion in the crowd, someone appeared on the lowest level of the martial arts ladder. Soon more and more people gathered, and in a short time, a human wall was already standing on the edge of the first staircase. It seems that there are nearly two cadres or so. After all, the stairs span more than a dozen zhang away.

Those who couldn't reach the Xuanyang realm all consciously retreated. Those who came forward were basically the masters of the Xuanyang Realm of the younger generation, the hope for the future of the monk world, and the pillars of each family.

Ling Zhi and Ling Fei took the first step at the same time and stood on the first step of the stairs. The two looked at each other, smiled lightly, and stepped up again.

Someone took the lead, followed by someone who also lifted his leg to the first floor. Soon, the first floor of the stairs was full of young Xuanyang Realm, and their expressions were very relaxed! Qin Wu and the others were standing not far from the stairs, after all, the buildings near the water were the first to get the moon, and the students of the Hundred Academies did not have to be like outsiders, queuing up to register. Everyone quietly looked at the young people on the steps, wanting to see who could persevere to the end, stand on the hundredth step, and become the most dazzling one.

People who are not on the martial arts ladder do not know why the martial arts ladder is called the martial arts ladder and why the martial arts ladder is so difficult to climb.

When they climbed the martial arts ladder, they found that the martial arts ladder, which looked inconspicuous outside the martial arts ladder and was not very high, seemed to be far away in the sky at this moment.

The hundredth level is so unattainable.

Although the stairs of each step are very wide, they found that as long as you climb this level, there is a hundred catties of weight, which is twice the gravity, and it is very difficult for ordinary people to even lift their feet.

Ling Zhi in the crowd had already reached the twelfth level, below, Qin Wu's face was cold, but at a glance it could be seen that it was caused by nervousness, her two hands were held in her sleeves, and her nails were deep into the 'flesh', but she didn't realize it.

Twelfth level, in the eyes of the people below, is only a few steps forward, but even so, there are already nearly two hundred people who have retreated, and after coming to the ground from the stairs, some people are open mouths and spew out a bloody arrow!

Some of the conditions are better, but they are also pale in complexion, their bodies are shaky, their eyes are floating, and they are obviously extremely weak!

As soon as the ten steps passed, some people began to walk back and forth on the stairs, as if trying to find a more suitable place to go up to the next level, but the result did not seem to be found.

At first, everyone was standing on a ladder, but as soon as the tenth level passed, they immediately opened up the distance, leading by Luo Lian from Luoyun City and Xu Wen from Qingsha City, they were already standing on the nineteenth level, followed by the broken army, Peng Yuan from Xingyue City, and Mu Feng from Lin City, he also stood on the eighteenth step with these people. At this level, there are more than a dozen young masters from other places.

Ling Zhi stood on the thirteenth step, his face pale and trembling. It was like sifting chaff, shaking non-stop, not only him, but many people too, as if they were under tremendous pressure, and seemed to be carrying the hill forward.

People quietly watched this "wonderful assessment, all quietly, wanting to witness this great moment."

When the last man stepped up the first step, there were less than five hundred people standing on the ladder, and many people sat down on the twentieth step and began pranayama.

Ling Zhi was no exception, he sat cross-legged on the steps, his eyes closed and pranayama. At this time, Ling Fei and Qin Wu had already climbed the thirty-third ladder and walked a third of the way!

There was no one on the last sixty steps at all!

When everyone's attention was on the thirtieth level, and even Ling Fei and Qin Wu, who seemed to be under no pressure and continued to move forward, a young man in a coarse cloth robe squinted at the bottom of the ladder, looked up, and then raised his 'legs' and walked up.

He ascended the first martial arts ladder!

This young man is Wang Yu!

When everyone didn't notice the figure that seemed to be a little weak and a little stubborn, I don't know who whispered, "Isn't that Wang Yu?" Everyone raised their eyes, and sure enough, Wang Yu was standing on the first step, and he seemed to be hesitating, whether to move forward, or thinking about how to go up.

At this time, Wang Yu was running the Divine Body Ritual Decision, absorbing this gravity into his body. Of course, it doesn't mean that the gravity of the layer that has absorbed gravity is gone, there must be, otherwise it is helping others to cheat.

"Wang Yu, who is so powerful in the flesh, doesn't know if he can reach the top?"

"There is hope for reaching the top, but it's a pity for his talent?"

"Yes, the dead martial soul is destined to stop in the Xuanyang Realm for the rest of its life!"

"It won't be long before someone of his level will surpass him, and he can only linger in the Xuanyang Realm!"

Everyone sighed at Wang Yu!

Wang Yu raised his foot and headed again. He walked up to the top of the second staircase, and then he went up to the third, fourth, and third. Finally, an hour later, Wang Yu stood on the fifteenth-level martial arts ladder!

"Look, he's on the fifteenth level!" I don't know who whispered.

"Yes, who is this young man?"

"I heard it's called Wang Yu, oh my God, it can't be the Wang Yu who is perverted in the flesh!"

"No, I heard that although he is physically powerful, he is a dead martial spirit?"

"Who knows, maybe he wants to specialize in physical cultivation and conquer the world with physical skills!"

Wang Yu was alone, standing on the fifteenth step, so conspicuous that many eyes shifted from above to him.

Ling Zhi and Ling Fei looked at Yu Yu above quietly, without saying a word, and they heard the discussions around them clearly. Wang Nan and Wang Hao stopped talking, raised their heads, and kept staring at Wang Yu's back.

Qi He stood on the tenth step, he raised his head and looked at the net, the thirty steps were already out of reach, and the end of the martial arts ladder seemed to have really become the end of the martial arts. He felt the pressure loosen, followed by a cold wind, this wind is not a human wind, it seems to blow into people's bones.

Wang Yu straightened up, slowly, his whole body was shrouded in a faint layer of black qi, and he stood inside the air cover.

At this time, the two of them had already climbed the thirtieth level of the martial arts ladder, as if this was their focus.

Wang Yu stepped upward, staying for ten breaths at each level to absorb gravity!

At level 20, Wang Yu walked up slowly!

"Oh, he's reached level twenty" Someone below whispered, Wang Nan glanced at him, that was the first son of the City Lord's Mansion, and he knew it.

"Guess how many levels Wang Yu can reach?"

"I guess level fifty! After all, I haven't heard of anyone climbing level fifty recently! The most is level forty-eight!"

"I think it can almost reach fifty, after all, I heard that his physical body is extremely powerful, and there is still hope for rushing to level fifty-five!"

"Hmph" Huo Qu sneered, "Wang Yu will definitely not exceed level fifty, joke! In the past hundred years, there has only been one person who has ascended to forty-eight, just by virtue of him as a dead martial soul?"

Li Siyi looked at Huoqu, "Huoqu, do you really think that Wang Yu can't break the record?"

Shi Mutian sneered, "A country boy who is eager to get ahead, he is used to being in the limelight, and he always thinks that he can get lucky every time." Hmph, shame. Take 10,000 steps back, he is lucky to have exceeded level forty-eight, can he still exceed level fifty? It's just a waste, don't show off if you don't have that ability, in the end, it's not even our people from Huoyun Country who have lost it!"

"Shi Mutian, what the are you talking about?" Xu Chuan's face sank and he looked at Shi Mutian.

"Isn't it?" Shi Mutian also looked at Xu Chuan, "What, do you think he can climb to the top of the martial arts ladder? If he can really climb to the highest platform, I, Shi Mutian, am willing to eat!"

If Wang Yu really ascended to the hundredth level, Shi Mutian felt that his future life would probably be more sad than eating, but this was obviously impossible, and it was not easy to talk about the hundredth.

Huang Shi pulled Xu Chuan, "Forget it, watch it!"

Zifeng squinted, stood on the mountainside, looked at Wang Yu on the twenty steps, and asked the Dharma Protector standing next to him, "Wang Yu is that kind of physique, have you reported it?"

The Dharma Protector bowed down, "Back to Elder, I have already reported it, but there seems to be no reaction from above." It could also be that it was busy over there and didn't have time to see it. “

Zifeng smiled, "It's more likely that the Dead Martial Spirit will give up directly." Originally, this kind of physique, a rare physique, is a legend, no one has ever seen it, plus the dead martial spirit, he finally survived to death is the consummation of the Xuanyang Realm, which is still the premise of smooth sailing. For such a person who has no future to speak of, it naturally does not arouse much interest in the family. ”

Wang Yu looked at the people in front of him, the distance was narrowing. But there was no one at level forty at all.

Someone rolled down beside him, someone wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, nodded at him, and walked down the martial arts ladder, and there were less than a hundred people still on the martial arts ladder!

Wang Yu stayed for ten breaths every time he went to the next level, and finally Wang Yu ascended to the thirtieth level, and there were few people in front of Wang Yu.

It is said that the writer's working time is to think about the plot all the time, even if he watches movies and books, he will think about how to write these stalks instead of novels, subconsciously looking for inspiration, and his spirit is not completely relaxed and resting. In fact, the same is true for writers.

Irregular work and rest, high-intensity mental work, no socialization, and often staying up late are actually the true portrayal of most writers who are still struggling in the front line of writing.

I really want to know how I survived?

I'm gambling, gambling on my hair, on my health, on my dreams.

Looking up is the starry sky, looking down is the abyss, the writing circle is like a large lottery station, I don't know which day, who suddenly won the jackpot, I don't know who, for the ideal, bankrupt.

Adults collapse at night, but the author does not dare to collapse easily