"This guy is really strong! ahead of everyone and the first to reach the top. [No pop-up novel network]"

Looking at the handsome young man standing beside the master of the five large and small gates on the one hundred and eighth steps, everyone looked shocked, this person is so strong, he is the first person to reach the top, his strength is definitely among the top five demon figures among the young masters of the hundred countries, and it is even possible to be even higher, after all, in the process of climbing the one hundred and eight steps, there is no character who can compete with him.

On the top of the ladder, the young masters of the hundred countries all looked at that person, as if they wanted to remember him deeply in their minds, this person was definitely a powerful opponent for all of them, even Situ Crazy Sword, Gu Zhentian and others thought so.

"Alas, such a position was preempted. The bald monk slapped his forehead and sighed.

"Hmph, you think you can beat him. The bald young man snorted disdainfully beside him.

The bald monk's face turned dark: "Why not, that little white face is the first person to walk into the first ladder, if it is a little monk, then the young man who is standing there at this moment and receiving the attention of Wanmei is the monk me, understand?"

The bald young man's face turned green, this guy is too good at blowing!

"What's your name?" asked a middle-aged man at the top of the one hundred and eighth staircase with a smile at the young man.

"Qin Luoshu. The young man replied lightly.

On the top of the one hundred and eight steps, there were still many people who were trying to move forward, and half an hour later, Gu Zhentian and the others stepped into the top of the one hundred and eight steps one after another, and among them, in addition to those geniuses who were famous in Wufang City, there were also some unfamiliar faces, these people were inconspicuous, but they could be compared with Gu Zhentian and others.

"Monk, bald. Ye Zun came to the top of the stairs where the bald monk and the bald young man were at this moment, he smiled slightly at the two, the bald young man snorted coldly, he still had a mustard for the sword that Ye Zun received last time, the bald monk folded his hands and squinted at Ye Zun; "Amitabha, donor, we meet again, but the little monk thinks that this is also the beginning of our upcoming separation." ”

Sou!

After the monk finished saying this, his body suddenly moved, like a puff of green smoke, he stepped on a staircase in less than a second, and the bald young man roared angrily, "Monk Se, don't think about surpassing me. ”

The corners of Ye Zun's mouth outlined a trace of arc, and the speed was also expanded, the power of the sword surrounded the whole body, resisting all forces, striding forward, surpassing the geniuses of various countries with solemn expressions, half an hour later, Ye Zun came to the ninetieth step, and the bald monk and the bald young man stopped here.

"You're amazing!" The bald young man gave Ye Zun a thumbs up, the bald monk squinted his eyes, with a dignified expression, and said, "Amitabha, the donor is really an extraordinary person, he is so interested in the little monk Yijie, and he is trying to catch up, and the little monk admires." ”

Ye Zun's face turned dark when he heard this, he was interested in him? Looking at the monk who was still about to speak, Ye Zun waved his hand directly and said, "Monk, stop, I'll go first." ”

"Why don't you wait for the little monk, I see that you and I have a fate, you can have a good life, talk about martial arts, Buddhism is profound, if the donor wants to become a monk, the little monk can shave for you, brand the ring seal, and become a person in my Buddhism. The bald monk still had a dignified expression, but he followed closely behind Ye Zun, the bald young man grinned behind him, he was chasing this monk to fight these days, but he was not less verbosed by this monk, he couldn't stand it anymore!

Ye Zun turned a deaf ear, he understood the degree of brazenness of this monk, if the situation allowed, he didn't mind beating this guy, because Ye Zun also wanted to know how strong this sanctimonious monk was, Ye Zun had seen him twice, but he had never made a move, but the bald young man was always called by him, and the number of shots was very frequent, but Ye Zun had a feeling, this monk and that bald head, the two of them, I am afraid he will be stronger, but he has not been exposed.

On the one hundred and sixth staircase, Ye Zun stopped here and turned his head to look at a woman beside him, Bei Yunyan.

When the monk saw Ye Zun's move, his chattering mouth also stopped, and said Amitabha, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, however, the thief monk's eyes are firmly fixed on Beiyunyan's body, and the wolf light that came out of his eyes completely broke his image of a master, this is a living color monk, the eight precepts of Buddhism, he has broken the three precepts.

His name as the master of the three precepts is also worthy of his name.

Beiyunyan was standing on the one hundred and six steps at the moment, looking at Ye Zun coming here, she bowed slightly, Ye Zun also smiled at her, and then the two of them stepped on the one hundred and seventh steps at the same time, and here, the endless power of the king was wanton, as if all the pressure of Zhou Tian had come down, so that Ye Zun was breathless, Beiyun Yandai frowned slightly, and then the sword light under her feet was intertwined, Ye Zun heard a faint sound of sound and rhythm passed away, and those sounds seemed to turn into a sonic attack to disperse all the power of the king that had fallen on her。

"I went up first. Beiyunyan said softly to Ye Zun, and then, the slender legs stepped into the top, dashing out of the dust, like a fairy.

"The power of the king here is even stronger!" Ye Zun secretly said in his heart, feeling the endless pressure that came down in his body, that kind of pressure came, Ye Zun felt very uncomfortable, and in his body, the roaring sword power surged wildly, as if it was about to completely burst out of Ye Zun's body.

"Amitabha, it seems that the benefactor, my little monk, has no chance, and the little monk left first. Seeing that Ye Zun stopped here and did not move, the monk resumed his image of a master of the Dao, and walked towards the one hundred and eight steps, his body seemed to have a Buddha's light flickering at this moment, and those endless pressures were useless to him, and after him, the bald young man also broke in.

Only after Ye Zun came here, he stood still, his eyes closed, and he still let the power of the king come to his body wantonly, washing himself.

"This little guy is interesting. Seeing a young man standing motionless under him, as if he was in a state of realization, a middle-aged man chuckled.

"This kid is a little too arrogant. Another middle-aged man shook his head slightly and said, What is Ye Zun doing, they knew it at a glance, but the power of the king is definitely not something that a martial cultivator in the master-level realm can comprehend.

An hour passed, and many people came to the top one by one, and yet, in the meantime, many people found that at the place of the one hundred and eight steps, the young man who was standing still did not move, neither went up, nor was he injured because he could not bear the power of the king.

However, at this time, I saw that Ye Zun moved, he was still closing his eyes, and slowly took a step forward, which step, as if it was done casually, without using any strength, but he stood on the top without any obstacles