Chapter 160 No Nanshi

Chapter 160 No Nanshi

Chapter 160 No Nanshi

On the ginseng road, most of the wanderers returned with a full load. Many of them got ginseng with a hundred-year-old medicinal power. Even if they didn't use it themselves, they could make a quick buck by reselling it.

Yin Shengzi and Dao Chi, who were at the front, had already reached the 80th step at the end. The extremely heavy pressure caused the two geniuses to bleed from all seven orifices. The terrain and formation of Jianchi Mountain only targeted the spirit, but forcibly holding on would also hurt the body.

At the sixtieth step after the nine hundred steps, the princess sighed softly and chose to squat on the spot. The pressure of Shen Ling pushed her to the flat ground next to her. The moment her footsteps landed, the strong dizziness in her mind subsided, and the needle pricks like scraping bones disappeared without a trace.

"Then let's start with you."

The young prince stood up, his hands overflowing with violent true energy, and he walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, pushing the two lifelike golden pythons forward.

The princess waved her hand, and talismans appeared, transforming into swords, spears, and halberds made of lightning that flew forward.

The two men fought against each other under the persimmon tree, but they both reserved their strength. The geniuses all had powerful forces behind them, so they would not be completely determined to live or die.

"The future life is to be feared."

The old man who had been in the second echelon stopped. He was dressed very gorgeously and was covered with gold, silver and jewelry. This treasure-collecting old man was no longer young, but he always maintained his position in the front row of the second echelon.

At this moment, he turned around and looked at the young master who was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but grinned:

"Master Ping Luan, you may be pleased to kill my heir, but have you ever thought about this day? I will teach you a lesson. Remember to leave a way out for others in your next life."

Jiang He looked up, only to see the gorgeously dressed old man falling down, and then being pushed down by Shen Ling's pressure. When he passed by, a pair of hands made of gold and silver grabbed his left arm tightly.

Can't break free, can't get rid of, can't be torn apart.

This time, the enormous pressure not only came from the sky, but also surged from the front.

Jiang He was forced to stop. His muscles were extremely tense and his veins were bulging. This old guy was going to drag him down Jianchi Mountain.

Behind him, the owner of Yanyu Tower suppressed his fatigue and tiredness, forced himself to concentrate and prepare to draw his sword. The two sides were only a dozen steps apart.

Jiang He slowly raised his right hand expressionlessly, his bones broke with a crisp sound, and his body shook violently. At this moment, the Lengya military dagger fell into his palm, and he slowly aimed at his left shoulder and cut and rubbed it repeatedly.

Old man Jubao's pupils constricted.

The owner of Yanyu Tower behind him swallowed his saliva. On the quiet ginseng road, he could even hear the sound of the blade rubbing against bones.

Finally, the arm broke.

Old man Jubao slid down dragging one of his arms, his face still showing shock and palpitations. In just a few breaths, his arm turned into rotten water, and the severe pain made him wail.

Jiang He said nothing and continued to walk up the stairs, and soon he went up nine hundred steps.

The owner of Yanyu Tower calmed himself down, took a long breath, gritted his teeth and followed the other person. When he thought of Madam Chen who was brutally slaughtered, the strong hatred gave him strength.

Without the Soul Umbrella, Crazy Feather hit Jiang He again.

The ghosts on both sides were mumbling.

The ghost from Yue Mansion said coldly, "Mr. Ping Luan, Jianchi Mountain does not welcome you. This is a grand gathering of warriors. An executioner like you should just leave. There is a thousand-year-old ginseng at your feet. Don't be ungrateful."

"Give me back my husband's life, you evil villain." Captain He's wife kept screaming. After her death, she was captured by the mountain guards. Due to the short time, she had not yet gotten rid of her evil thoughts.

All kinds of mumblings surged up like substance, making the pain that was already excruciatingly painful even more intense.

Jiang He remained silent. Madam He's presence reminded him that he had to put the matter of acquiring means of soul attack on the agenda. When dealing with enemies, he had to kill them until their souls were shattered. For example, the ghost recognition that Long Cheng obtained in Jianchi Mountain had the effect of a soul attack.

time flies.

Before he knew it, Jiang He had reached the first echelon, and with the help of advanced self-healing, his left arm recovered as before.

The number of people around became very small, and Dao Chi and Yin Shengzi were still struggling on the last nine steps.

Just one step behind the two of them, Hong Zhou, who had lost all his skills, was covered in blood and unconscious.

Dao Chi's eyes were about to burst out, and everything in front of him was dark. He let out a suppressed roar, and forced himself to take a step forward, but failed to stand firm. Then he rolled down and stopped at the fifth step.

Yin Shengzi opened his mouth slightly, and blood mixed with white fragments fell out. His teeth had been bitten to pieces by himself. He stood firmly on the sixth step. The legendary difficult wall was just around the corner. He looked at the only three steps left in front of him unwillingly. For hundreds of years, only Longcheng and Daoshou reached the end.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Yin Shengzi fell backwards powerlessly. Even if he won the final victory at Persimmon Tree Plain, he could not stand shoulder to shoulder with Long Cheng. This would be a lifelong regret, but he had indeed tried his best.

But just before falling, Yin Shengzi's expression suddenly became stunned.

Hong Zhou, covered in blood, walked past him and stood on the seventh step.

"What!?"

"How can it be!"

"Grandmaster Hong Zhou, his will is even stronger than those of the two geniuses!"

Under the gaze of countless people in the martial arts world, Hong Zhou did not move. When Jiang He stepped onto the seventh step, the old master beside him had already died. His body was as straight as a pine tree. In the eyes of others, it seemed that he was just taking a short rest.

"Ping Luan Bo, he actually went to this extent."

"The owner of Yanyu Tower has also stepped onto the last nine steps!"

In the pavilion, the masters all turned their eyes to the Difficult Wall. It was a dark wall that made people feel despair like a disaster, so it was named the Difficult Wall. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the miserable figures of the climbers like trapped animals, so it was also called the Trapped Mirror.

The surroundings were shrouded in fog. In history, only two people had successfully stood in front of the wall of difficulty. The first was Dao Shou, who was now the grandmaster who was detached from the world. The second was Long Cheng. Whether in the Northern Barbarians or the Nine Provinces, it was recognized in the martial arts world that the grandmaster level was within Long Cheng's grasp.

The next moment, under the astonished gaze of the owner of Yanyu Tower, Jiang He took two consecutive steps and stood in front of the difficult wall.

The pavilion and attic were completely silent.

A faint despair filled the heart of the owner of Yanyu Tower.

Jiang He looked at the wall in front of him, tried to raise his hand but found that he couldn't do it at all. Tiger power seemed insignificant in front of Shen Ling's pressure. He pondered for a while, and slammed his front body into the wall with a thud.

Then the second and third sounds came one after another, continuously, and Jiang He hit the wall of difficulty again and again.

Ghostly laughter came from both sides.

"Master Ping Luan Bo, you are not trying to break down the difficult wall, are you?"

"Ah, you must knock your head until it bleeds before you stop."

"It's useless. In the past, the Taoist leader used the country's luck to deliver a great master's blow with his superior cultivation, but the wall remained unscathed. Is your head harder than a great master's full-strength blow?"

"Haha, luckily our uncle doesn't have a big force behind him, otherwise it would be a real joke."

At the foot of the mountain, the martial artist who had originally thought that the Earl of Suppressing the Rebellion had discovered something mysterious, could not help laughing when he saw that the difficult wall had not changed.

"It turns out to be a stubborn donkey."

"I was so scared. I thought he could really knock it open."

"If you don't have a good brain, what's the point of just being patient?"

The owner of Yanyu Tower slowly and firmly stepped onto the three steps.

"Closer."

He stared at his enemy's back. The ups and downs along the way had exhausted him, but if he was just a little closer, he would be able to avenge Mrs. Chen.

Jiang He was calm as water, hitting his forehead against the wall of difficulty again and again. He had been stacking the damage layers of the hunting engine. So far, he had used it five times in a row, just waiting for it to explode all at once. His goal of climbing the mountain was neither Nanshi nor to become the young leader, but to climb over this mountain. This wall of difficulty was an obstacle.

But in the next second, before the hunting engine started, a barely detectable crack appeared on the surface of the wall.

Jiang He couldn't help but be stunned.

More and more laughter sounded, gathering and converging.

The wall of difficulty, which had remained intact despite the attack from the grandmaster, began to collapse inch by inch.

The entire Jianchi Mountain seemed to be plunged into deathly silence.

"So that's how it is. When facing the trapped mirror on the ginseng road, the ridicule of others can be transformed into one's own strength."

Jiang He seemed to be thinking about something.

At the same time, an unprecedented noise broke out at the foot of the mountain.

"The difficult wall has been broken open!"

"Ping Luan Bo has practiced the mysterious art of hammering the head!"

"Wait, look, all the persimmon trees have disappeared!"

On the flat ground, the young prince and princess stopped and looked to the side with dull eyes. Yin Shengzi and Dao Chi, who were meditating, also had bewildered expressions on their faces.

All the persimmon trees and southern persimmons turned into streams of light and rushed towards someone and merged with him.

"Damn it!"

"Without the persimmon tree, how can we hold a sword-fighting competition in the future?"

"Why is it him? Why is it him?"

The princess was the first to react, and said with a complicated smile:
“There is no southern persimmon in the world, as long as you are willing to climb.”

Countless eyes were cast upon him, and Jiang He felt the changes in himself.

[Hint: You have obtained the excellent passive level · Persimmon of the South]
[Effect: Permanently improve comprehension by 80%]
[Tip: When you activate this passive skill for the first time, you will gain a 150% improvement in your comprehension, which will last for six hours.]
(End of this chapter)