Who is fighting

The heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down, and the world was vast. .

The basin surrounded by mountains seems to have a magical force field. Raindrops drip and scatter in all directions, forming a ditch at the edge, which cannot be immersed in the basin.

This should be a kind of power prohibited by the formation.

Unaffected by the wind and rain, the large number of crackers mostly sit quietly and meditate, burying their heads in ignorance of external affairs, and immersing themselves in the mystery of the restriction.

It was a lot of hard work for the spectators. Even though there are all kinds of rain gear, it feels uncomfortable to wait and see in the heavy rain.

Su Xingping was even more bitter. He hadn't recovered from his injury, but with the current situation, it was very difficult to find a good place to lie down.

Mo Xiongyu ordered one of Su Xingping's men to hold an umbrella, sit quietly by himself, simply close his eyes and practice on his own, and perform weekly breath adjustment. After a while, his mind wandered away.

The subordinate swallowed his anger and did not dare to be careless at all.I'm afraid that the umbrella will shift due to hand tremors, and the rain will drip on Mo Xiongyu's body, that's terrible.He looked at his young master with a bitter face, to see if there was any way to save him.

However, Su Xingping suffered more than him. As a child of a wealthy family, making him a boring spectator was more uncomfortable than killing him.

The wind and the rain rest, and the day passes.

The next waiting time was extremely boring, and the crackers of all the ladders in the basin seemed to have encountered bottlenecks and were unable to break through for a long time.

If there is no breakthrough, there will be no waves, and there will be no events worth discussing, which will make people's eyes fade away.

While bored, Su Xingping looked around, only to find that thousands of spectators were actually constantly moving.During the period, some people went down the mountain, and new people came up.It's true if you think about it, spectators are nothing more than watching the excitement, but it is impossible to watch the excitement for a lifetime, you have to do something busy.

It's just that there are too many people who come to Baishou Mountain because of its fame, and the crowds of onlookers are often full.

On the fifth day, the dreary situation was broken, and Mr. Longma successfully advanced to the sixth floor; an hour later, the holy lady of the sacred religion caught up closely.

So far, there are six people in the sixth level—and there is only one skinny and mysterious man in black on the seventh level.

On the seventh day, when Mo Xiongyu was getting impatient, Liang Qiufeng finally made a move.

Su Xingping, who was about to go crazy from waiting, cheered up: Okay, just wait for this moment.

From the third step of the basin to the fourth step, it is from the outer third floor to the middle third floor, and the difficulty can be imagined.There are no more than a hundred or so crackers sitting on the fourth floor of the ladder.

As long as Liang Qiufeng fails to crack it, he will definitely suffer backlash. Regardless of the severity of the injury, once he exits the basin, Mo Xiongyu will kill him like a tiger or leopard hunting.

It might be better if he didn't kill him all at once. Su Xingping had at least [-] methods to make Liang Qiufeng's life worse than death, and he regretted why he had to live in this world.

"bring it on!"

As if he heard the call in his heart, Liang Qiufeng stood up and started to move forward.

When many crackers were sitting quietly, he stood up quite conspicuously, standing out from the crowd, and immediately attracted countless eyes. .

The exchange of information among the spectators was extremely fast, and it didn't take long for the people who insisted on being present or the newcomers to know the name of the young man who was going to break the fourth barrier.

"Liang Qiufeng? I've never heard of this name before."

"It's strange that you've heard of people who are just at the beginning stage of the airway."

The tone of disapproval, maybe a few days later, no one still remembers who "Liang Qiufeng" is.Just like the wind drifting away, it is just a short-lived scene, not worth remembering.

"where is he from?"

"It is said that it is the Nanling of the Tang Dynasty, a sect called 'Zhongnan Jianmen'."

"Zhongnan Jianmen? What kind of sect..."

Strange, almost completely strange.

Obscurity will always bring some prejudiced contempt.

"Hehe, it seems that he has good luck and can reach the third floor. But in my opinion, this luck is coming to an end. Try the fourth floor, which is when he fails."

"I am very sure of that."

Unfavorable comments are like gentle waves undulating.It doesn't mean to deliberately target it. How could the spectators specifically mock and ridicule an unknown target?

There is absolutely no need for that.

The sound wave passed down and entered Liang Qiufeng's ears. He suddenly stood still, raised his head slightly, and looked around the surrounding environment. He felt that he was out of place, and there was an inexplicable emotion rippling in his heart.

For a long time……

It should be a long time...

It's been a long time to bid farewell to the days of starvation and carelessness.It's just that some things are still inevitably imposed on the body and have not changed.

As humble as ever?

Can't get rid of it?

I hope that one day, when people talk about Zhongnan Jianmen, they will be the same as talking about Dragon City, Eternal God Sect, and Tianbao Trading Company!

I hope that one day, where the sword is going, who will fight...

Well, let's start today, let people remember Jianfu and my name. In fact, my last name is "Liangqiu", and my single name is "Feng"...

Liang Qiufeng suddenly smiled, raised his head, and walked towards the fourth staircase.

Restrictions are invisible but qualitative.

In his spiritual world, a huge chess game is blocked in front of him.There are hundreds of black and white chess pieces, every place, every corner, the entanglement and fighting of the two colors are inseparable and inseparable.People look at it and desperately try to distinguish it, which can easily make the mind tired and dizzy.

It's not like a game of chess, but an intricate pattern.Can't see the general trend of the situation clearly, can't tell who is superior and who is inferior, and can't judge who wins and who loses.

Liang Qiufeng suddenly picked up a sunspot and placed it in an empty spot in the center of the situation.

Like a drop of water falling into the ocean, although there are no waves, there are always some ripples.

The situation suddenly changed...

"Spit blood, throw it out."

Excited with anticipation, Su Xingping muttered aloud.It seemed that chanting would turn into a spell, causing Liang Qiufeng to fail.

Mo Xiongyu rolled his eyes at him, feeling that such behavior was extremely childish.However, he also rubbed his hands leisurely, waiting for Liang Qiufeng's exit at any time.

"Ok?"

Su Xingping's babbling stopped abruptly, as if he saw a ghost, within sight, Liang Qiufeng's pace did not hesitate at all, and stepped firmly on the fourth stage step by step.

"He, he actually succeeded?"

"How did he succeed?"

Su Xingping couldn't believe his eyes.

The voices of the spectators also fell silent, not to say how great Liang Qiufeng was in breaking the fourth layer of restriction, but his performance was far beyond expectations, with a strong contrast.

Unexpected success is often the most heated discussion.

In the silent atmosphere, Liang Qiufeng did not stop there.Just like the last time, he chose to move on, and finally sat down firmly on an empty seat on the fifth step amidst a sound of exclamation.

There are only more than [-] people standing side by side on the sidelines.

Once again, if you don't move, you will be done, and you will move into the sky.

Others walked step by step, but he cracked it one after another, and it seemed very relaxed.

Suddenly someone asked, "What's his name?"

"Liang Qiufeng!"

The man thought silently: Maybe he should remember this name... (To be continued.)