Just when the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect left one after another, ready to continue to be busy with their own affairs, on the stairs from the twentieth to the twenty-first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Zhang Sui propped his palms on his knees, panting.

Sweat dripped down Zhang Sui's forehead and fell on the stairs.

Zhang Sui lowered his head, looked at his feet, where the sweat was dripping, and said for a long time: "This is too difficult, I don't understand, people have been dead for thousands of years, what kind of bird coercion?" On Earth in the twenty-first century, people die when they die. ”

Ni Shang floated on the void less than a meter in front of Li Rui, and said disapprerovingly: "The master is now in the Dynasty Continent, not the Earth in the twenty-first century, isn't it?" ”

Zhang Sui raised his head, looked at Nishang, and said helplessly: "Yes, but the question is, if you can bring me here, why can't you bring me back?" ”

Nishang looked dejected, and said aggrievedly: "It's not written in the notebook!" ”

"Aren't you a machine spirit? So how come you don't even know such basics? Zhang Sui rolled his eyes, no longer paid attention to Nishang, but looked up at the stairs above his head, took a deep breath, held back, and said, "No matter what, I still want to climb as high as possible." Now that they're all here, I don't want to be a person who sits and waits for death. ”

After Zhang Sui finished speaking, he straightened up, swallowed his saliva, and then quickly raised his feet and ran towards the top of the stairs!

It wasn't until the corner of the stairs from the twenty-second floor to the twenty-third floor that Zhang Sui stopped!

However, at this moment, Zhang Sui did not dare to stop at all.

In his heart, there seemed to be a voice that kept saying to him: "Stop, that's it!" It's too tiring to climb up again, there's no need! ”

"Fuck your uncle!" Zhang Sui cursed in a low voice, rested for ten breaths, took another deep breath, and did not stop panting violently for ten breaths until he could no longer hold his breath.

Sweat had slowly wet the back of Zhang Sui's robe, Zhang Sui's breathing became more and more rapid, and the height of the stairs that a deep breath could hold on to became less and less.

Finally, Zhang Sui stopped at the entrance of the thirty-first staircase to the thirty-second staircase, his feet trembling and shaking.

His hair was misty, his face was red like a burning cloud, and his clothes were dripping with sweat.

Zhang Sui trembled and looked up at the stairs leading to the thirty-second floor in front of him, his face was full of exhaustion, and his eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was going to fall asleep at any time.

Sweat flowed from his forehead into his eyes, choking his face with tears.

"Damn, I'm really tired!" Zhang Sui bent over, propped his hands on his knees, and moved his steps up the stairs one by one.

Now, with every step he takes, he has to take a few breaths!

He didn't dare to think about anything in his mind, and he was especially afraid now, once he thought about something, the only attachment in his heart would collapse.

When Zhang Sui ascended the thirty-two stairs step by step, what he didn't know was that the open space outside the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion had already exploded!

When Zhang Sui stopped at the twenty-first floor to rest for the first time, all the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect were originally preparing to leave.

In their eyes, this is already the limit of an ordinary person like Zhang Sui!

However, when a female disciple pointed to the beads that were rapidly lit up on the twenty-first floor of the room and dimmed, and the white beads on the twenty-second floor of the room were rapidly lit up and let out an exclamation, everyone stopped!

In the puzzled, shocked, and then incredulous expressions of the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect, in ten breaths, the white beads on the twenty-second floor of the room lit up and dimmed, and the white beads on the twenty-third floor lit up again!

In this reciprocating cycle, every ten breaths, the change of the white beads will stop!

It wasn't until the white beads placed on the thirty-first floor room feather dimmed, and the white beads placed on the thirty-second floor room feather slowly lit up, that the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect finally came to their senses one by one, and their faces changed greatly!

In their eyes, the most wasted core disciple in the history of the Heavenly God Sect, Zhang Sui, who did not have the slightest cultivation and only showed off his might by virtue of his wife being a cold martial god, actually ascended to the thirty-first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion!

Moreover, he is still on his way to the thirty-second staircase!

Unlike the complicated and shocked expressions of the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect, Lu Zhaolin's face turned pale and his body trembled slightly.

This time, his vicious eyes didn't work as normal.

He concluded that Zhang Sui could only climb to about the twenty-first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at most, and now Zhang Sui had broken through the first thirty-one floor!

As long as Zhang Sui climbs the last two floors of the Scripture Pavilion to the top floor, then he will go bankrupt today!

Because, this time, Zhang Sui was able to ascend to the first few floors, and the only three inner disciples in the Eight Halls of the Second God had placed a bet of nearly 1,500 taels of silver!

According to the previous agreement, when Zhang Sui ascended to the thirty-third floor, he would have to pay out 15,000 taels of silver!

No way!

Lu Zhaolin gritted his teeth and muttered with a look of affirmation: "For thousands of years, only seven amazing and brilliant core disciples reached the top of the thirty-third floor when they first ascended the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. This Zhang Sui is just a mortal, how can he be as famous as them? ”

In another corner of the open space outside the Scripture Pavilion, Bu Ping looked up at the white beads on the thirty-second floor of the room slowly brightening, and he was so shocked that he didn't have any words.

Although, up to now, Zhang Sui's time to ascend to the thirty-first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was a little longer than the time it took him to ascend to the top of the thirty-third floor three years ago, but what kind of cultivation did Zhang Sui have? There is no cultivation at all! And those seven core disciples, each of them was an existence above the level of the Martial Sect at a young age!

An ordinary person can actually compete with a genius core disciple at the level of a lower-level martial sect for willpower!

Zhou Yanxin's small face was tense, his hands were twisted together, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the white beads placed on the thirty-second floor of the house and did not move.

The Master shook his fan, a faint smile on his face, sometimes scanning the crowd, sometimes looking up at the whitening beads.

As night fell, the entire open space outside the Pavilion was as quiet as death.

All the Heavenly God Sect disciples present looked at the white beads that were extremely dazzling in the dark night one by one, and they didn't even dare to gasp.

A core disciple they despise and have no cultivation, and he has broken the iron rule of how many amazing and gorgeous core disciples, even surpassing the vast majority of them!

More and more disciples of the Heavenly God Sect passed through the portal of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and appeared in the clearing, looking up at the white bead.

Finally, on the thirty-second floor, after a long wait of an hour, the white bead reached its maximum brightness.

Zhang Sui, the most wasted core disciple in history, defeated thousands of years, the vast majority of genius core disciples, and ascended to the thirty-two-story Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!