Anger appeared in Wang Lan's brows, and he looked fiercely at the singer, the three men and the two women over there, with deep hatred in his heart.
He originally thought that Liu Fan and others were talking about Mu Han, but he didn't expect that they were talking about him.
In Wuji Tianzong, Wang Lan and others have a closer relationship with Gong Hao, while Liu Fan and the others are closer to Xiao Suying. All Tianji disciples know that Gong Hao and Xiao Suying are likely to become the next sect leaders, and there is a competitive relationship between them.
.Therefore, Wang Lan, Liu Fan and others usually do not deal with them very much.
Now that they are facing such a situation, how can Liu Fan and others take pleasure in others' misfortune?
"Okay! Mu Han, I want to see how long you can last!"
After a moment, Wang Lan almost squeezed out these words through his teeth.
He knew that Liu Fan and others were deliberately irritating him, but now that things had happened, he could no longer retreat. Otherwise, his reputation in Wuji City would be even more tarnished.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lan gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stairs, taking three steps in a row.
The surge in space pressure continued to impact Wang Lan's soul, making it difficult for him to distract himself from suppressing Mu Han who was so close.
However, Wang Lan couldn't help but glance at Mu Han, who had only one foot up the stairs, with a sneer on his face. It was already a miracle that a monk of the sixth level of the Xuan Fei could come here, but he actually wanted to step on it.
Going up the stairs to the seventh floor of Jizhen Pavilion, do you really think you are a monster like Sikong Zhao?
However, in the next moment, Wang Lan's pupils shrank suddenly and his eyes widened.
"Boom!"
Mu Han lifted up his left foot and gently lowered it down. He was already standing on the stairs.
After completing this short action, Mu Han's whole body underwent earth-shaking changes, as if the Wanjun boulder pressing on him suddenly turned into a small stone. His breathing calmed down, and the fatigue and pain on his face disappeared without a trace.
It feels relaxed from the inside out.
"Boom! Boom!"
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Mu Han stepped up two steps to catch up with Wang Lan.
"You...you...before..." Wang Lan stared at Mu Han dumbfounded and said with a smile.
"It's all just an act!"
Mu Han took over his words with a smile, "Otherwise, how could I play this game with you? Acting is so tiring. I didn't expect my acting skills to be so good. I might even win a gold medal." Thinking of his previous experience.
Mu Han looked aggrieved and couldn't help but curse.
"you……"
Wang Lan didn't have the intention to pay attention to the incomprehensible words that Mu Han said after that. Mu Han's words before him made him so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. His face was ferocious and twisted, and his sinister eyes like poisonous snakes stared at Mu Han, as if the man in front of him was the same as before.
He has a blood feud for killing his son and seizing his wife.
If Mu Han always acted relaxed, it is estimated that most people would lose interest by the fifth level, but Mu Han appeared to be getting weaker and weaker, as if he could be completely overwhelmed if he just put more effort.
His appearance attracted everyone to move forward step by step, only to be dragged down one by one.
How could Wang Lan not hate Mu Han when he thought that he and others were being played like fools? However, in addition to hating him, an indescribable shock arose in his heart. On the stairs leading to the seventh floor, Mu Han still showed
It was quite easy. How powerful is his mental power?
"thump!"
Under the shock and anger, Wang Lan's mind was a little confused, and the terrifying space pressure took advantage of it, making his soul tremble, and he actually fell down the stairs with a somersault.
The heavy impact suddenly woke up Liu Fan and the other five who were stunned in the central area of the sixth floor.
"Fuck... interesting!" The young man in blue robe took a deep breath and murmured.
"The person that Senior Sister Xiao values is really extraordinary. It's hard for him to pretend to be so similar." The woman in red looked at the Tianji disciples who were lying motionless on the ground with some pity, then turned to Mu Han and exclaimed, "That's right.
I don’t know how he cultivated it so that his mental power is not weaker than ours at all.”
"Perhaps it has something to do with him being a Taoist tattoo master?"
"That's not necessarily the case. Junior Brother Ao Ze is also a Taoist master, but with his cultivation level in the third level of Mingquan, he can barely stay on the sixth floor for a while."
"There are thirty-two steps in the staircase. How many steps do you think he can climb?
The five people had completely ignored Wang Lan, and all their interest was focused on Mu Han, who was standing upright at the third step.
"I'm just telling you, this little guy is just pretending, let me tell you." On the eighth floor of Jizhen Pavilion, an old man in white robes with white beard and hair, but a short and thin body, like a child, said with a smile, his face
A little bit proud of myself.
On the futon next to the old man, there are two figures sitting cross-legged. One is a tall and burly man, and the other is a woman. She is also wearing white clothes. She looks like she is only in her forties, with charming features on her face.
I can still vaguely see the beauty of my youth.
"This little guy pretends to be so similar that he even hid it from us." The middle-aged woman and the strong man looked at each other and both laughed dumbly.
They can appear on the eighth floor of Ji Zhen Pavilion, so naturally they are all powerful men of Wanliu Realm of Wuji Tianzong.
With the strength of the three people in the Wanliu Realm, it was impossible for the movements on the floor below to be hidden from their senses. As soon as Huang Feng and the four started to put pressure on Mu Han, they were already aware of it. However, such a situation would not be possible in Ji Zhen.
They often appeared in the pavilion, but they did not interfere, but just followed the activities below with great interest.
"It's a pity that this little guy officially came into contact with cultivation too late. Otherwise, in addition to Su Ying and Xiao Hao, our Wuji Tianzong's young sect candidates would have to add the name Mu Han." After a moment, that
The middle-aged woman sighed with some regret.
"Let's not talk about this, how about we make a bet, you two?" The short and thin old man chuckled.
"What kind of blocking method?" the middle-aged woman said with a smile.
"There are thirty-two steps, and I'm sure Mu Han can walk up to sixteen! If I lose, I will give you and your wife my two treasured creation pills." Seeing the two of them, their eyes lit up.
The short and thin old man rolled his eyes and smiled slyly, "If you lose, give me the bottle of 'Ink Bone Heavenly Dragon's Blood.'"
"You old man, it seems that you have been coveting that bottle of 'Ink Bone Heavenly Dragon Blood' for a long time."
Hearing this, the strong man burst out laughing, "Well, let's just stop this and see if the little guy below can walk half the stairs."
"What if he happens to reach level 16?" the middle-aged woman laughed again.
"Consider me losing."
On the sixth floor of Jizhen Pavilion, Mu Han didn't know that the three super strong men above had placed heavy bets on him. His eyes fell on Wang Lan, who had just climbed up in embarrassment after falling down the stairs.
, although he did not make a sound, the sarcasm in his eyes pierced the heart of this Tianji disciple.
"Mu Han, I will never lose to you!"
With an angry roar, Wang Lan's cheeks twitched and he stepped onto the stairs again.