This time when the second floor was opened, the academy was extraordinarily grand. Even Huang He, the unborn teacher, came here personally to take charge.

But it's long overdue.

But what should this teacher Huang He say?

What’s the matter with this asymmetrical face?

According to Huang He: "Today, the vitality of heaven and earth is not smooth, and it is blocked on the face, forming a depression."

But today Haotian is beautiful, the air is particularly clean and translucent, and under the blue sky is the clearest world. The vitality of heaven and earth looks very good.

This was obviously a beating.

Everyone who understands understands it, but no one points it out.

Huang He is still a Talisman Master after all, but no one will touch his bad luck.

But this time, he came too late.

Because everyone has already left.

"Old Huang, you're late." Jiuge also smiled and waved to him.

Huang He looked at Jiuge and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

TNND, I really want to punch him!

But he can't beat him!

Just as Jiu Ge said, Huang He's ability to draw a talisman was enough for Jiu Ge to draw his sword and kill him several times.

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People's sight can be extended to very far away places, and they can even clearly see the stone path in the mountain behind the academy.

When the young practitioners actually entered the Xiexie Mountain Trail, their speed suddenly became extremely slow. In the eyes of the audience, their bodies were as if a certain joint was attached to an extremely heavy boulder. They

Every step I took seemed so painful and strenuous, as if I was fighting against the entire world.

The practitioners who come to climb the mountain first have already entered the first level.

Except for the person involved, no one can guess what happened on the mountain road. Even a big figure like Priest Mo Li, who has been immersed in the world of spiritual practice for many years, dare not make any guesses until he has experienced it himself.

Behind the seemingly simple steps, in fact, every time he took a step, it seemed as if there were countless sharp swords piercing his body, causing his body to suffer unbearable pain.

At first it felt like a sword was attacking, but as we went further, there were more and more swords, and the power of each sword became more and more fierce. All the climbers felt more like thousands of swords piercing their bodies.

Within, and as we go deeper into the mountain road, these swords become sharper.

Some climbers with weak willpower have already begun to suffer from wounds and blood.

The tragedy along the way was horrifying.

"How can someone be seriously injured when climbing a mountain? What is going on in the back mountain?"

"In the academy, it's very common to fall into coma while reading, and you'll vomit blood when you climb the stairs, let alone mountain climbing." Jiuge looked over with disdain. Do you really think the exam on the second floor is so ordinary?

The assessment on the second floor is by no means as simple as "climb".

A small mountain climb is simply not enough to test the potential of these students.

Not long after, a billowing plume of smoke appeared from the mountainside and finally reached the foot of the mountain.

In fact, it was four academy deacons carrying a stretcher. Because the speed was too fast, the boots under their feet broke through the grass and kicked up the loess, which is why there was smoke and dust billowing and the momentum of the flying dragon flying close to the ground. Just look at the four academy deacons.

Carrying a stretcher and coming from far away from the mountains, he seemed extremely calm. It was obvious that he had been doing this a lot over the years.

It was a stretcher, carried by four academy deacons, and the person lying on it was naturally a person who had fainted while climbing.

"Give me, boil the water."

The deacons from the fourth hospital carried the unconscious climber back on a stretcher, and the teachers from the private academy were waiting with ginger soup and medicine.

The ones who carried the stretcher were naturally the college's professional stretcher team. There were absolutely no bumps in the whole process. After all, they were the ones who passed out while reading in the old library, and they are still the ones who carry the stretcher now.

In just a short while, several young practitioners vomited blood and fell into coma, and were carried down the mountain.

As for Prince Longqing, I saw him with his hands behind his back, climbing the mountain to view the scenery, and constantly passing the climbers in front. There was no pride or contempt on his face, he was just calm, no matter how many people he passed or what he saw on the mountain path.

The young monk was unconscious beside him. Even when he passed the young monk, he never glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

It was as if the sword intent on each step was just the breeze blowing in the willows, inconspicuous to him.

Of course, the sword intent in the first stage is just the most ordinary, and only the sword intent in the later stages is mixed with some very special things by Jiu Ge.

Prince Longqing seemed to be walking very slowly on the mountain road, but in fact he was faster than everyone else. He had already caught up, surpassed some climbers, and reached the second level.

Prince Longqing has already reached the fog, so if he wants to climb a mountain later, his minimum goal must be to enter the clouds. In this case, no matter how difficult and dangerous the sloping mountain path is, it has nothing to do with him. He must

Walk over.

Arriving at the thick fog that filled the mountainside, Prince Longqing walked in without any hesitation.

Prince Longqing disappeared into the mountain mist, and for a long time no one else was able to walk the stone path down the mountainside and into the mist.

Half of the climbers who wanted to enter the second floor of the academy had been carried back by the four deacons. Only Xie Chengyun and a few others were still climbing hard on the lower section of the mountain path. As for the climber who showed great performance

Realm, the young monk of Yuelun Kingdom, who had high hopes from some people, seemed to have encountered some kind of problem and stood at the edge of the fog, hesitating.

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Second level.

The mountain in the academy is really difficult to climb. As time goes by, fewer and fewer people are still climbing.

Prince Longqing stepped in. In addition to feeling a hundred thousand steel needles inserted into the soles of his feet, he also saw that at this time, he was no longer the aloof prince, but an ordinary farmer.

Farming in the fields, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

How could he be a lowly peasant when he is a majestic prince?

As for Ning Que, he was still walking with difficulty on the mountain path behind the academy. He only knew that this damn mountain path was getting harder and harder to walk. He only knew that there was a wooden bridge in front of the mountain path, and there were several climbers standing on the other side of the bridge.

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When Ning Que went to the second level, what he saw was the scene where he once studied the Mathematical Olympiad in the Children's Palace.

This is the second level, all memories.

Of course, this memory may not be your current memory, it may be a memory from the past or a previous life.

This is a gift given by the college to the contestants.

This gift is cruel and warm. Although it is an illusion, you can feel the beautiful flowers and lovely butterflies in it.

A city, a house.

This is a dream, a very ordinary dream.

Should we sink here or keep moving forward?

If he were a mortal, he would have given up struggling long ago and chosen to indulge in such an illusion.

But for practitioners, this ordinary and ordinary environment aroused Ning Que's fighting spirit.

The past is just the past.

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Jiu Ge in the front yard also smiled slightly at this time.
Chapter completed!