Wang Lan's eyebrows were full of anger, and he looked at the three men and two women over there, and he hated it in his heart.

He thought that Liu Fan and the others were talking about Mu Han, but he didn't expect to be talking about himself.

In Wuji Heavenly Sect, Wang Lan and the others had a closer relationship with Gong Hao, while Liu Fan and the others were close to Xiao Suying. All the Tianji disciples knew that Gong Hao and Xiao Suying were both likely to become the next sect masters, and they were already in competition with each other. Therefore, Wang Lan, Liu Fan and others usually don't deal with each other much.

Now in such a situation, how can Liu Fan and others still be unlucky?

"Okay! Mu Han, I want to see how long you can last!"

After a while, Wang Lan almost squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth.

He knew that Liu Fan and the others were deliberately provoking themselves, but now, he couldn't help but retreat, otherwise, he would be even more discredited in Wuji City.

"Knock! knock!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Lan gritted his teeth and stepped on the stairs, taking three steps in a row.

The surging spatial pressure continued to impact Wang Lan's soul, making it difficult for him to be distracted and suppress Mu Han who was close at hand.

However, Wang Lan's eyes couldn't help but glance at Mu Han, who had only one foot on the stairs, and sneered on his face, a monk of the Sixth Heaven of the Xuanwu Heaven, it was already a miracle that he could come here, and he still wanted to step on this staircase to the seventh floor of the Jizhen Pavilion, did he really think that he was a demon like Sikong Zhao?

However, in the next moment, Wang Lan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes widened.

"Boom!"

Mu Han's left foot was lifted, and he fell lightly, and the person had already stood on the stairs.

After this short action was completed, Mu Han's whole person underwent earth-shaking changes, as if the Wanjun boulder pressed on his body suddenly turned into a small stone, his breathing calmed down, the fatigue and pain on his face disappeared without a trace, and he was relaxed from the inside out.

"Knock! knock!"

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Mu Han stepped on two steps to catch up with Wang Lan.

"You...... You ...... before" Wang Lan stared at Mu Han dumbfounded, eating.

"It's all pretended!"

Mu Han took his words with a smile, "Otherwise, how can I play this game with you?" Acting is *** tired, I didn't expect Lao Tzu's acting skills to be so good, I guess I can get a little golden man." Thinking of his previous aggrieved appearance, Mu Han couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"You ......"

Wang Lan didn't have the heart to care about Mu Han's inexplicable words later, Mu Han's previous words had made him so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, his face was hideous and distorted, and his eyes were as vicious as a poisonous snake staring at Mu Han, as if the person in front of him had a blood feud with him who killed his son and took his wife.

If Mu Han always behaved very relaxed, it is estimated that by the time he reaches the fifth layer, most people will lose interest, but Mu Han showed an increasingly weak appearance, as if he could be completely overwhelmed as long as he put more effort, causing everyone to move forward step by step, and as a result, they were dragged down one by one.

Thinking that he and the others were being teased like fools, how could Wang Lan not hate Mu Han? But in addition to hating, an indescribable shock rose in his heart, on the stairs leading to the seventh floor, Mu Han still behaved quite relaxed, how strong was his mental power?

"Plop!"

Under the anger, Wang Lan's mind was a little disordered, and the terrifying space pressure took advantage of the void, making his soul tremble, and he actually fell under the stairs with a fight.

This heavy impact sound suddenly woke up Liu Fan and the others in the center of the sixth floor

"*** ...... Interesting!" the blue-robed young man took a deep breath and muttered.

"The person that Senior Sister Xiao values is really extraordinary, it's hard for him to pretend to be so similar. The woman in red looked at the few Heavenly Pole disciples who were lying motionless on the ground with some pity, her eyes turned to Mu Han again, and she exclaimed, "I don't know how he cultivated, and his spiritual power is not weaker than ours at all." ”...,

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he's a Dao Pattern Master, right?"

"That's not necessarily, Senior Brother Ao Ze is also a Dao Pattern Master, but with his cultivation of the Triple Heaven of the Life Spring, he can only barely stay on the sixth floor for a while. ”

"There are thirty-two steps up the stairs, and you say how many steps he can walk.

The five of them had completely ignored Wang Lan, and their interest was all focused on Mu Han, who was standing at the third step of the ladder.

"I'll just say, this little guy is pretending, let me speak. On the eighth floor of the Jizhen Pavilion, an old man in a white robe with a white beard and hair, but a short and thin body, like a young child, said with a smile on his face.

On the futon next to the old man, there are two figures sitting cross-legged, one is a tall and burly strong man, the other is a woman, also wearing a white dress, looking only in her forties, the charm between the eyebrows is still there, and you can vaguely see the beauty of your youth.

"This little guy is pretending to be so similar that he even hid it from us. The middle-aged woman and the strong man looked at each other, and they both smiled dumbly.

If they can appear on the eighth floor of the Extreme True Pavilion, they are naturally all powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Streams Realm of the Infinite Heavenly Sect.

With the strength of the three of them in the Wanliu Realm, it was impossible for the movement in the floor below to hide their senses, and as soon as Huang Feng and the four of them put pressure on Mu Han, they were already aware of it. However, such a situation often appeared in the Extreme True Pavilion, and they did not interfere, but just watched the movements below with great interest.

"It's a pity, this little guy has officially contacted cultivation too late, otherwise, our Wuji Heavenly Sect's young sect candidates will have to add the name Mu Han in addition to Su Ying and Xiao Hao. After a few moments, the middle-aged woman sighed with some regret.

"Let's not talk about it, two, let's make a bet, how about it?" the short, thin old man smiled.

"What's the block?" said the middle-aged woman with a smile.

"Thirty-two steps, I can block this Mu Han to go through the sixteenth step! If I lose, I will give my two long-cherished Creation Divine Pills to your husband and wife. Seeing that the eyes of the two lit up, the short and thin old man's eyes rolled and said with a sly smile, "If you lose, give me that bottle of ink bone heavenly dragon blood." ”

"You old man, it seems that you have coveted that bottle of Ink Bone Heavenly Dragon Blood for a long time. ”

When the strong man heard this, he immediately burst out laughing, "Okay, let's block this scene and see if the little guy below can walk through half of the stairs." ”

"What if he happens to be at the sixteenth level?" the middle-aged woman laughed again.

"Count me as losing. ”

On the sixth-story stairs of the Extreme True Pavilion, Mu Han didn't know that the three super powerhouses above had all placed heavy bets on him. His two eyes fell on Wang Lan, who had just gotten up in embarrassment after rolling down the stairs, although he didn't make a sound, but the ridicule in his eyes was stuck in the heart of this Tianji disciple.

"Mu Han, I will never lose to you!"

With a roar, Wang Lan's cheeks twitched, and he stepped on the stairs again.

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