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1182. Chapter 1182 Red Blood Scrophulariaceae 4

But the first level is not bad, it is far from reaching his endurance.

Level 2, top.

Level 3, top.

...

Until the eighth level, Nangong Liuyun's pace finally slowed down.

The repulsive force here is overwhelming, like a huge wave, almost submerged people.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Nangong Liuyun's forehead as smooth as jade.

He paused, slowly stretched out his footsteps, and then stepped steadily to the ninth level.

Standing at the ninth level, Nangong Liuyun clearly felt that the repulsive force here was twice as high as the eighth level.

After only a moment of standing, the fine beads of sweat on Nangong Liuyun's forehead condensed into large pieces and rolled down drippingly. His chest and back were soon wet with sweat.

Nangong Liuyun took a few breaths, took a deep breath, and condensed all his spiritual power on the soles of his feet.

However, he found that the powerful repulsive force was as heavy as Tianshan Mountain, almost suppressing him. His foot seemed to be stuck to the ground, and it took him so much effort that he could lift it up to an inch higher.

Seeing Nangong Liuyun lifting his feet and then putting them down, everyone's eyes suddenly condensed from the battle stage.

Su Luo clenched his fists and murmured: "For you, these difficulties are just paper tigers, Nangong Liuyun, you can do it."

Zi Yan felt a little nervous. She didn't dare to increase Su Luo's psychological pressure, so she pulled Bei Chenying and said anxiously: "The third brother seems... it's very difficult."

Bei Chenying stared at Nangong Liuyun with his eyes tightly, and his forehead was filled with sweat.

He Zheng nodded: "It's okay, it's definitely okay. Since childhood, have you ever seen Nangong be stumped by something?"

"But..." Zi Yan was interrupted by Su Luo before she could say anything.

"No, he can definitely do it!" Su Luo's words were firm and could not be argued with.

Zi Yan nodded and expressed her agreement with Su Luo's words.

On the steps.

Only one last step is left.

Nangong Liuyun raised his foot and took it back. He did not succeed in doing so three times, but the sweat on his forehead rolled down like rain.

His eyes glanced slightly, and saw the long burning fragrance halfway, his face condensed like condensed frost.

Nangong Liuyun took a deep breath, his head was completely empty, his whole body was as light as feathers, and his spiritual power was condensed under his feet!

The body lacked the spiritual power of defense, and suddenly, the powerful repulsive force was like a huge wave, as if crushing him. But Nangong Liuyun gritted his teeth and stepped hard with all his strength!

"Bang!" Although Nangong Liuyun was sweating like a slurry and was extremely tired, he finally stepped onto the battle stage.

"Wow! The third senior brother succeeded, he successfully stepped forward!" Zi Yan waved her fists excitedly and shouted.

Beichen Ying focused on the key point: "It's me! He succeeded! It's great!"

Su Luo finally showed a relieved smile on his face, and his smile was like a gorgeous summer flower, which was so beautiful.

However, soon, her smile stiffened at the corner of her mouth.

"What's going on?" Su Luo's whole body was as stiff as ice, and his words were not smooth.

Beichenying and Zi Yan, who were still in intense excitement, looked at each other and hurriedly looked at Nangong Liuyun.

At this time, Nangong Liuyun was in a bad situation.

No, it's very, very bad.

I thought that stepping onto the battle stage would mean victory, but no one expected that this only meant the beginning.
Chapter completed!
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