Zhang Yishan and Zhao Jinlong, secretly commenting on the people who came over, looked at Ling Xingyue who was closing his eyes and repairing, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Lord Wang, the one you think is the most difficult to deal with." Ling Xingyue's eyes opened and closed, she didn't speak, she just gestured over there with her eyes, glanced at the thin and tall man in the suit, the two fierce generals, understood the meaning, and nodded yes.

Warat's shaman group also arrived, and the shamans were also tired and half dead, a group of mages, never thought that one day, they would need to rely on physical strength to persevere, this run, fortunately, the brain is still relatively active, knowing how to exchange mana for physical strength, so they persevered here. A decorative feather or something, all thrown away, but a staff is always in the hand.

Seeing that the number of characters arriving was no longer increasing, he was thin and tall in a suit, raised his hand, and once again made a Michael Jackson signature move. "The first stage of the competition is over. Congratulations. As soon as the four words came out, the thunderous applause reappeared, but this time everyone's reaction was not only the same, but many people did not react at all.

"The end of the first phase means, it means, it means that it means," echoed irritating from the microphone. "Signifies the beginning of the second phase" and then another tidal wave of applause.

"Then welcome to the contestants, start the second stage of the eight-story competition with me. Phase II, Phase II, Phase II, Phase II, Phase II, ......Phase II,

The black metal of the seal suddenly opened, revealing a staircase that could not be seen at the end.

"So let me introduce to you, the first stage is a relatively simple plan, and the second stage is a staircase progression, we have to go all the way up and up and up, and then reach the eighth floor of the Gulan Mu Pagoda. Congratulations. ”

This endless staircase is dazzling at a glance, and many people who have just climbed up on the ground have begun to vomit again when they look at this ladder. Some tried to get up slowly, and then collapsed helplessly on the edge of the ladder.

Ling Xingyue swept his eyes towards his teammates, Zhang Yishan, and Zhao Jinlong, all nodded affirmatively. And now with Danmu Gulan's thoughts, he glanced back, and then thought about Ling Xingyue shook his head, Ling Xingyue nodded, and understood that the current situation is that Danmu Gulan can no longer continue, although it is on this road, there are people running, but such a high-intensity long-distance run has made this girl suffer a lot of injuries, looking at her lying on the ground, and coughing from time to time, I already know that Danmu Gulan's lungs have been burned, now, don't say it's a game, don't say it's attacking as a shooter, Just let her lie down and rest, it will take her a long time to recover.

Ling Xingyue stretched out her hand, took out her water bag and a little dry food, and threw it to Situ, "Situ, you stay, take good care of Danmu, and when she is better, feed him a little water and let her eat something."

"Lord, I'm going up too......"

"Take care of Danmu, have you forgotten how this Hull did to you?" Someone has to stay, and you can't leave Danmu here."

Situ stopped talking, and knew in his heart that what Danmu Gulan needed most now was actually himself.

Seeing that Situ accepted this task, Ling Xingyue patted him on the shoulder and whispered beside him:

"When Danmu recovers, take her or go up, I will leave a mark. Also, after we leave, we must remember to take Danmu to the side of the door, be careful that this gate is directly closed," Situ nodded yes, and Ling Xingyue was relieved.

On the other side, the man in the suit has already begun to make exaggerated preparations, and it seems that he is going to continue to go up, Zhao Jinlong and Zhang Yishan have also packed up their bodies neatly, waiting to follow. The people of the first team also stood up, and many of them looked at the fallen competitors of various colors behind them, pursed their lips contemptuously, and prepared to continue running.

Ling Xingyue also packed up all the things on his body, the water bag and food were given to Situ, although the burden on his body was happy, but the balance on his body was also different, which was very fatal in long-distance running, once he ran, the unbalanced weight would let more physical strength go to waste.

Compared with other contestants, Ling Xingyue should be the most relaxed, running is originally a kind of nature, and the light body also brings Ling Xingyue better endurance and acceleration. Even in running, the use of aura will be more fluent, if this competition is simply running, Ling Xingyue is very confident that she will win all the contestants, regardless of whether they are cultivators or not.

But come to think of it, this kind of race will not be so easy, this organization, it took such a big pomp, it took so long, and the result is just more than running, it would be so funny, just like this tower, the ninth floor, but the lowest layer, just started.

The thin man in the suit took the lead in starting his own performance, the speed of four or five steps in one step, passed out, and the people behind followed and began to climb the stairs. Everyone just looked at this small part of their side and began to run up bravely.

Ling Xingyue took Zhao Jinlong and Zhang Yishan, compared to running on the flat ground, the two big guys climbed the stairs, obviously a little worse, fortunately, both of them had spears in their hands, under Ling Xingyue's teaching, using two spears, like trekking poles, still saved a lot of effort.

At the critical moment, both of them knew the preciousness of physical strength, kept their mouths shut, and were not familiar with a word, just a few steps desperately upward, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the opposite side, so that their prince could also worry about it.

The steps are endless, and I don't know how long I have been running, there is no end to looking up, and there is no end to looking down, and you can only feel that there are two huge upward hey-yo insisting on which spiral each other is, surround you. can't go up to the world and can't touch the ground, and the dizziness brought by this huge space makes the players who have little physical strength left almost unable to support it.

What's even more annoying is which thin and tall man in a suit, I don't know where the microphone he got is linked, no matter where the player is in that position, you can hear his words of encouragement:

"Hey! Hang on! ”

"Hey! Up! ”

"Hey! Hang on! ”

"Hey! Up! ”

It's really annoying to you, and I really want to strangle this muttering bird.