How to be careful?

After thinking about the time of half a stick of incense, until the scholar man behind him caught up with him in the third position, Mao Zhenhuang smiled at him kindly, and then stepped on it.

The second, third, fourth, and even the last trot!

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what the other party was laughing at him, and then stepped into the position where Mao Zhenhuang had just stood.

Tong!

The cheekbones slapped directly on the bluestone steps, and a blood-colored bruise visible to the naked eye appeared.

"Shhhh

The aching scholar covered the left side of his face and snorted, and he finally knew why the fat man was smiling at him.

Mao Zhenhuang ran up only a hundred steps, and saw Zhai Laoliu looking at the mountain scenery with his hands behind his back.

"I knew you would wait for me!" Mao Zhenhuang walked up to him with a laugh and looked at him with the old bald head.

The sea of clouds is churning, Rui and Jingming, the sun is high, the glow is ten thousand, illuminating the sea of clouds, the colors are gorgeous, and it is more wonderful.

The sky up and down is like thousands of blue waves in the ocean, the sea waves are undulating, the waves are surging, the silver waves are empty, and the rolling is endless.

Under the backdrop of the sea of fog, the gold peak is like a picture of the fairy mountain Qiongge, looking at the sea of clouds for a long time and the heart is clear and vulgar, like a short-lived, magical and mysterious divine realm.

A beauty that is different from the angle of Yamashita!

"Do you remember when I told you a poem about the beauty of the mountain?" Zhai Laoliu greedily looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, as if he felt that his old eyes were a little insufficient.

"I'll never forget it in my life!

Looking at the middle stratus clouds like a storm, the wind shakes the sea tide.

There are peaks that are high and astonished, like a boat rippling with the waves.

The wind gradually rises and the waves are gradually surging, and the heart is shaking as far as the eye can see.

The tip of the mountain is like a rock, and the high place is how to be the same as the waves. ”

In the pile of dead people in the northwest of Daliang, he was slashed in the back of the spine with a deep bone, Zhai Laoliu told him a story to disperse his pain, and he still remembers it vividly, after all, no matter how beautiful Yunsu Mountain is, it is still not as attractive as the "fairyland" in his bald mouth.

"That's my hearsay!"

"But it's very congenial!"

Mao Zhenhuang said to Zhai Lao Liu with a smile, any nonsense will have some basis.

"I find it much more beautiful than my hometown. ”

"I also found that this place is much more beautiful than Guanlou. ”

"Haha......"

The two glanced at each other and laughed in unison at the sea of clouds.

"Half a burnt incense time, it's okay!" After laughing, Zhai Laoliu turned his head and glanced at Mao Zhenhuang.

"Haha~~ Like you said, it's just a matter of heart!"

"The first level is not difficult, it's not the mind that's stuck, it's the talent......"

Zhai Lao Liu's words stopped, Mao Zhenhuang knew what he meant, and the Huayang Tianzong Zhenglu didn't seem to be as fair as the world said.

The first level is actually a test of talent!

Talent is innate, talent is not good in the seventh calamity in this second level is simply a disaster, the first thousand steps is their end, and if you want to enter Huayang Heavenly Sect, it is estimated that you will only come back in the next four years.

"You build the foundation of the seven calamities, I also know that you have three spiritual roots, wash away one and the remaining two, compared with the group of people behind you, you Zhai Lao Liu is not bad. ”

"But there are still eleven thousand steps. ”

Looking at the path covered by the fog, Zhai Lao Liu's words were a little sentimental, the second level was a test of talent, and he didn't believe that the remaining 11,000 steps of this mountaineering road were like this.

"It's right to be worried, but there must be a way before the car reaches the mountain, right? ”

"Haha~~ How many times do you have to fight in life!"

Mao Zhenhuang exhaled a breath of the refreshing wind in the mountains and said, "Yes!

"Together, but I don't know if you've gone far. ”

"If you can't go up, I'll carry you. ”

Mao Zhenhuang joked with the old man, hoping to comfort and stabilize his restless heart.

"I'm not that old. ”

Zhai Lao Liu shook his head and smiled bitterly, raised his feet and walked towards the mountain, at this time, there were already five or six people behind him who had crossed the thousandth step, and it could be seen that there would be more later.

Mao Zhenhuang crushed the mossy stone steps under his feet, and chased after Zhai Lao Liu with a chuckle.

The power of the mountain does not come from the stone steps under his feet, nor from the mountain in front of him, but from the fresh forest air he breathes.

Heaven and earth have the five spiritual energies of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and the combined power of the five spiritual energies is the weight of a mountain, and those with five spiritual roots need to bear a mountain to climb this mountain, and the better the spiritual root talent, the lighter the weight they need to bear.

Mao Zhenhuang congenital extreme earth single spirit root, extremely talented, this second level in front of him can be passed with his eyes closed, and Zhai Lao Liu is a little worse, but fortunately, it is the seventh calamity to build the foundation, this is the three spirit root talent at this time is already a heavy wood weak water spirit root, this level is not a matter for this old thing, the only thing is that climbing this mountain may be tired like a stupid dog.

But the group behind him .......

After all, there are still fewer monks above the Twin Spirit Roots, and there are even fewer foundation building monks who can survive the seventh calamity.

Terror!

But at this time, whoever is on this mountaineering road can only cross himself.

Let go of what you feel, merge with heaven and earth, and turn the spirit of the earth veins into the thirteenth canon, his body runs through the heaven and earth, and the second level of Huayang Tianzong is pressed on the body and the mountain-like power is completely gone, and Mao Zhenhuang's footsteps are even three points lighter.

Two thousand steps, two thousand five hundred steps, three thousand steps, until three thousand five hundred steps, looking back, Mao Zhenhuang is still the leader, but the second position has changed!

The scholar who caught up with him at the thousandth order, and Zhai Lao Liu was thrown to the third position by the opponent's figure, falling down two hundred steps, followed by the fourth person was the Soap Sect Lekang, and the fifth person was the heavily armored person with two short spears in the Kang family in Xizhongcheng.

Seeing this, Mao Zhenhuang stopped thinking for a while, this result is interesting!

The figure he expected for Weiqiu to be dumped was invisible, and there were actually two people in the top five who were not from the five sects.

"In Lower Tai'an City, Wei Mingcun, Taoist friends are polite. The scholar looked at Mao Zhenhuang staring at him silently, and he was at a loss for what to do.

"Tang Guo's?"

Mao Zhenhuang was stunned!

Where is Taean City?

The capital of the Tang Kingdom is also the gate of the Great Sect to explain the Youwei Mountain.

This person is actually on the Huayang Tianzong mountaineering road, playing a bit cross-border, it is reasonable that this person should go to explain the Youwei mountaineering road, and the person who walks the true spirit road yearns for the Huayang Tianzong's sealing technique, and it is really a big forest with all kinds of birds.

"Exactly!"

"The surname Wei is the surname of Tang Guoguo, and so are you?"

"Dare to ask Daoyou......."

The scholar is very elegant, just like the green shirt he wears, which makes people respect at a glance.

"Liang Huayang Tianzong, Mao Zhenhuang!"

Hearing that the other party admitted that he was a member of the Tang royal family, Mao Zhenhuang looked at this person with a three-point playful expression, and finally knew why the other party came to Jijin Mountain to take the mountaineering road of Huayang Tianzong.

Wei Mingcun looked at Mao Zhenhuang and said, "Then Mao Daoyou, do you want to go up the mountain together?"

"You go up, I'm a person like this. ”

There is a curse in Middle-earth, the royal family does not come out of a major repair!

But Mao Zhenhuang doesn't believe it, and it is estimated that this person doesn't believe it either.

"Mingcun is one step ahead. ”

"Although I occupy it first, I also wish Wei Daoyou a place on the top of the mountain. ”

Mao Zhenhuang smiled and arched his hand at this person, but he wondered in his heart whether Huayang Tianzong would directly sentence this person to death.

Even if the royal family of the Tang Kingdom is still a royal family!

A behemoth like a sect would not let a surname occupy power in the world and intervene in the world of immortal cultivation.

Mao Zhenhuang stared at the other party's figure to surpass him, turned his head to Zhai Laoliu, who finally ran up, and sneered: "No! ”

Zhai Lao Liu glanced at him with a snort and said, "It has something to do with his legs and feet?"

Fart relationship!

The weight on his body is much heavier than this dead fat man, carrying a mountain and carrying two mountains to climb such a steep step, only falling down two hundred steps is considered his Zhai Lao Liu has the ability, and the five sects can all eat ashes behind his ass at this time.

"Walk with you, and there will be a slow platform for five hundred and you can rest. Mao Zhenhuang got up, stretched out his fat hand, and dragged the old man.

Tong!

Suddenly, a huge force spread along his hand, and Mao Zhenhuang, who was pressed, knelt directly on the ground.

Mao Zhenhuang looked back in astonishment and said, "So heavy?"

"You think! I'm not an innate single spirit root. Zhai Lao Liu glanced at this goods, and just gloated that he was simply standing and talking without backache.

"Take you five hundred steps!" Mao Zhenhuang straightened up and took his big dry hands and strolled up.

On the five-hundred-step mountaineering road, Mao Zhenhuang pulled the old light and slowly moved up, until Lekang surpassed him in the second half of the incense The two of them arrived at the 4,000-step platform.

But as soon as the two of them stepped on this slow platform, Mao Zhenhuang's heart thundered as if he had been hit hard, and the world spun around.

Mao Zhenhuang's last thought was that this was a pit!

There is no good step, there is no good stage, Huayang Tianzong is strange to let Er wait for comfort.