Chapter two hundred and sixty seventh: a blockbuster
The heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down, leaving the sky and the earth in a state of confusion.
The basin surrounded by mountains seems to have a magical force field. The raindrops drip and scatter in all directions, forming channels on the edges and unable to penetrate into the basin.
This should be a power restricted by the formation.
Unaffected by wind and rain, most of the crackers sat quietly in meditation, ignoring external matters and immersed in the mystery of the ban.
It was a pity for the spectators. Even though they had all kinds of rain gear, they still felt uncomfortable watching in the heavy rain.
Su Xingping felt even more miserable. His injury had not healed, but under the current situation, it was very difficult to find a good place to lie down.
Mo Xiongyu ordered one of Su Xingping's subordinates to hold an umbrella while he sat quietly, closed his eyes and practiced self-cultivation, adjusting his breath every week. After a while, he wandered away from the world.
The subordinate swallowed his anger and did not dare to be careless at all. He was afraid that his trembling hands would cause the umbrella cover to shift and raindrops would fall on Mo Xiongyu's body, which would be terrible. He looked at his young master with a grimace to see if there was any way to save him.
However, Su Xingping suffered even more than him. As a child of a wealthy family, making him a boring spectator was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
The wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the day passed.
The next waiting time was extremely boring. The crackers on all steps in the basin seemed to have encountered a bottleneck and were unable to break through.
Without breakthroughs, there would be no waves, no events worth discussing, which would make people’s eyes fade away.
When Su Xingping was bored, he looked around and found that thousands of spectators were actually constantly flowing. During this period, some people came down and new people came up. I think so, the spectators are just watching the fun, but you can't watch the excitement for a lifetime.
There's always something to do.
It's just that there are so many people who come to Baishou Mountain for its fame, and the crowds of onlookers are often full.
On the fifth day, the dull situation was broken, and Young Master Longma successfully advanced to the sixth floor; an hour later, the divine saint caught up with him.
At this point, there are six people in the sixth level - and in the previous seventh level, there is only one skinny mysterious man in black.
On the seventh day, just when Mo Xiong was a little impatient, Liang Qiufeng finally took action.
Su Xingping, who was about to go crazy waiting, cheered up: Okay, just wait for this moment.
Going from the third ladder to the fourth in the basin is progressing from the outer three floors to the middle three floors, so the difficulty can be imagined. The number of crackers sitting on the fourth ladder is only about a hundred.
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 hunting tiger and leopard.
It might be better if he didn't kill him all at once. Su Xingping had at least eighteen methods to make Liang Qiufeng's life worse than death and make him regret why he had to live in this world.
"bring it on!"
As if hearing his inner call, Liang Qiufeng stood up and began 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. It didn't take long for both those who had insisted on attending and those who had just joined to know the name of the young man who was going to break the fourth level of restrictions.
"Liang Qiufeng? I've never heard of this name."
"It's strange that you have heard of someone who is just in the early stage of Qi Dao."
With a disapproving tone, maybe after a few days, no one will remember who "Liangqiu Feng" is. Just like the wind and clouds disappearing, it is just a short-lived scene, not worth remembering.
"Where is he from?"
"It is said to be a sect called 'Zhongnan Jianmen' in Nanling of the Tang Dynasty."
"Zhongnan Sword Sect? What kind of sect is it again..."
Strange, almost completely strange.
Obscurity always brings with it some prejudicial contempt.
"Haha, it seems that he was lucky enough to reach the third level. But in my opinion, this luck is about to end. When he tries the fourth level, that is when he fails."
"That's for sure."
The unfavorable comments are like gentle waves rising and falling. There is no deliberate intention to target them. How can the onlookers specifically ridicule and ridicule an unknown target?
There's 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 out of place, and there was an inexplicable emotion rippling in his heart.
It’s been a long time…
It must have been a long time...
It has been a long time since I said goodbye to those days of not having enough to eat and not caring about the day or night. But some things are still inevitably imposed on me and have not changed.
Are you as humble as before?
Can't get rid of it?
I hope that one day, when people talk about Zhongnan Sword Gate, they will talk about Dragon City, Eternal God Sect, and Tianbao Trading Company!
I hope that one day, wherever the sword is directed, who will fight against it...
So, let’s start from today, let people remember Jianfu and remember their own names. In fact, my compound surname is “Liangqiu” and my single name is “Feng”...
Liang Qiufeng suddenly showed a smile, raised his head and walked towards the fourth staircase.
Restrictions are intangible and have quality.
In his spiritual world, a huge chess game lay in front of him. There were hundreds of black and white chess pieces. Everywhere and in every corner, the two colors were entangled and fighting inextricably. People watched.
, trying your best to differentiate can easily make your mind tired and dizzy.
It seems that this is not a game of chess, but an intricate pattern. It is difficult to see the general direction of the situation, who is better and who is worse, and who will win or lose.
Liang Qiufeng suddenly picked up a sunspot and placed it on an empty spot in the center of the situation.
Like water dripping into the sea, although it does not create waves, it can always produce some ripples.
The situation suddenly changed...
"vomit blood and fall off the field."
Su Xingping was so excited with anticipation that he started chanting aloud. It seemed that chanting would turn into a spell, causing Liang Qiufeng to return in defeat.
Mo Xiongyu rolled his eyes at him, feeling that such behavior was childish. However, he rubbed his hands leisurely, waiting for Liang Qiufeng to be eliminated at any time.
"Um?"
Su Xingping's mumbling stopped, as if he saw a ghost. Within sight, Liang Qiufeng's steps were not disordered or stagnant at all, and he stepped firmly onto the fourth level step by step.
"He, he actually succeeded?"
"How could he succeed?"
Su Xingping couldn't believe his eyes.
The voices of the spectators also fell silent. This is not to say that Liang Qiufeng broke the fourth level of restrictions, but that his performance was completely unexpected and had a strong contrast.
Successes that are not expected to be successful often trigger the most heated discussions.
In the silent atmosphere, Liang Qiufeng did not stop there. Just like last time, he chose to continue moving forward, and finally sat down firmly on an empty seat on the fifth step amidst a chorus of exclamations.
There were only about twenty people watching on the left and right, side by side.
Once again, he stopped moving and then moved to the sky.
While others took it step by step, he cracked it one after another and seemed very relaxed.
Suddenly someone asked: "What's his name?"
"Liangqiu Feng!"
The man thought silently: Maybe he should remember this name... (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)