"Can I climb a mountain with such a thing on my back without getting tired?"
Zhang Yiming said angrily.
He sat on the steps, opened the package, and reached out to take it out.
A sun hat.
A pair of sunglasses.
A leisure magazine.
Zhu Youqian had prepared something for him, could he still be talking about it?
Did he really think he was going on vacation?
Sadness walked down two steps, looked down at Zhang Yiming and said:
"Don't you know how to use Qi to transform power?"
"Using Qi to transform power?"
"You are in the sixth stage of Tianquan Realm, but you don't know how to use Qi to transform your power?"
Her sad eyes narrowed slightly, giving him a questioning expression.
All of Zhang Yiming's martial arts and techniques were learned from the Immortal Master.
The first step is to learn advanced boxing techniques such as Fuhu Fist.
But the Immortal Master never taught him the basic skills of a practitioner.
Sad Color looked around, looking at the endless mountain peaks and said:
"This mountain is called Kaitianpidi Mountain."
"What an unconventional name!"
Zhang Yiming immediately laughed when he heard the name. He thought he could have such an elegant name, but it turned out to be so vulgar!
Sadness watched him laugh wildly in silence.
Zhang Yiming was slightly embarrassed.
"Uh...just keep going!"
The color of sadness lowers the eyes.
"There are 99,990 steps from the foot of the mountain to the top. Ordinary people can only walk up to 30,000 steps, and those who are destined can walk up to 60,000 steps. Every step here is not ordinary.
It contains rare formations."
"Ordinary people can only go up to 30,000 steps because 30,000 is a hurdle. Starting from 30,001 steps, the energy and physical strength required is twice that of each previous step. Then 60,000 is another step.
Ninety thousand is another cut."
"Destined people refer to ordinary people who don't know that they are capable of different things. They have not been trained and have reached the top of the 60,000 steps."
Zhang Yiming held up the sun hat on his head and put on his glasses.
"So what's the use of all this?"
Sad color expressionless face.
"It is extremely difficult or even impossible for ordinary people and predestined people to walk these more than 90,000 steps, but for us, it is like walking on flat ground. Especially you!"
"I?"
"You are in the sixth stage of Tianquan realm, let alone leaving, you can fly up there, but you have such a hard time leaving, which makes me wonder, could your strength be fake?"
His slightly narrowed eyes, colored with grief, were a little brighter, staring at Zhang Yiming, not letting go of his facial expression.
Zhang Yiming's smile froze slightly, and then continued to laugh:
"Is it true? Why don't you fight with me?"
Zhang Yiming licked his dry lips.
The color of sadness did not respond.
"Now is not the time."
"Then we'll fight later?"
Zhang Yiming hasn't felt so tired for a long time.
It seems that what the sad color said is true, there is actually a formation on this step.
What were the people who built this place thinking?
City in the sky.
Was it officially built?
Or is it naturally formed?
The color of grief was still indifferent and he said:
"When you're done resting, get up and go on the road. If you can't get there before dark, you'll have to sleep on the mountainside."
Zhang Yiming smiled and said:
"Ah Bei, how about you teach me how to use Qi to transform into force?"
Sadness glanced at him inexplicably, as if to say, does this person really not understand, or is he doing it on purpose?
Zhang Yiming immediately raised his hands to express his innocence and said:
"I admit, I really don't know how to do this, but that doesn't mean my strength is fake. If you don't believe it, wait until we arrive and try to fight right away."
"Relax and breathe, wrap your feet with your inner strength, lift them up when you inhale, and lower them when you exhale. The inner strength slowly circulates in the body for a week."
Zhang Yiming did as he was told, but didn't feel anything special:
"What does this mean?"
"You'll know when you start walking. Just relax."
After saying the sad color, we went up first.
"Hey, wait for me, Ah Bei!"
Zhang Yiming shouted, quickly picked up the package and chased after him.
"Inhale and lift your feet, exhale and put your feet down... Damn! That's wrong..."
Zhang Yiming exhaled and raised his feet, and suddenly he felt his body leaning back a little.
Such a high mountain, if he rolled down from here, even he would be disabled.
Zhang Yiming waved his hands in the air, but there was nothing he could grab.
Just when he was about to fall backwards, the color of grief returned in time, grabbed his collar, and pulled him back.
"Huh! It's so dangerous! Thank you, Ah Bei!"
Zhang Yiming thanked him.
The sad man pursed his lips and uttered a few words with a stiff face:
"Don't call me Abei!"
Zhang Yiming was the first to call him that for so long.
"But your codename is quite difficult to pronounce, is it sad?" Zhang Yiming said.
"Call me Afu." He said sadly.
"Afu, what's your real name?"
Zhang Yiming asked curiously.
"Watch your step, I won't save you if you fall again."
The color of grief did not answer his question.
"All right."
Zhang Yiming closed his mouth knowingly.
Not to save him?
it's out of the question!
Didn't you hear Gu Gu said yesterday that you must protect his safety?
If Zhang Yiming is in danger, would he dare not save him with grief?
After walking for a while, Zhang Yiming did not feel tired. Instead, the strength he had lost before was slowly regained.
"Is the power of Qi transformation so powerful?"
Zhang Yiming sighed and immediately received a look of contempt from him.
Zhang Yiming touched his nose awkwardly.
In fact, he had asked the Immortal Lord just now.
The immortal's answer is.
Forgot.
Zhang Yiming was speechless.
I don’t know if he has forgotten the basic skills of a practitioner or if he has forgotten to teach him.
After walking for an unknown number of hours, a stone tablet appeared in front of them.
"Ninety thousand steps?"
Zhang Yiming looked at the stone tablet.
"What's the point of this?"
"It means, there are still nine thousand nine hundred and ninety steps before we are there."
The sad color looked up.
The sun had just risen when they set out, but now it has gone behind the mountains.
"The road ahead will be more difficult, so be careful."
Say a word of sadness, and then move on.
Zhang Yiming didn't understand it at first, but when he continued to walk about ten steps.
Suddenly he felt that his spirit was being attacked, and he felt dizzy.
Zhang Yiming stopped and shook his head.
"Meditation! Persistence!"
The color of grief shouted.
Zhang Yiming stopped fainting instantly.
"What's going on?"
"The last nine thousand nine hundred and ninety steps are a test of one's mind. If you cannot pass it smoothly, your mental strength will be severely damaged and you may become a fool."
The color of sadness said.
Zhang Yiming's expression changed:
"Don't scare me!"
Climbed another hundred steps.
Suddenly, Zhang Yiming saw a person climbing up the steps in front of him.
"Huh? Are you here to serve a sentence too?"
Zhang Yiming asked curiously.
"She should be here to study."
He glanced at me with a sad look.
This man was wearing a dark blue monk's robe, but it was not embroidered with patterns. He looked like he was a casual cultivator.
He stood there quietly.
It wasn't until Zhang Yiming passed him that he realized that this man was looking ahead with dull eyes, his pupils were dilated, and fluid was dripping from his mouth.