The king of defense

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Several black shadows flickered on the ladder, like locusts passing by, and the originally sturdy ladder trembled slightly.

Among them, Liu Bi took the lead and rushed to the front of the team. There was no expression on his face, he just stared at the end of the ladder.

Now he has devoted himself wholeheartedly to the process of finding answers.

Why is my consciousness hurt?

What about the sound you heard earlier?

Is the ladder really alive?

The answers to these questions lingered in Liu Bi's mind, so much so that he didn't realize there were many people following him.

Even if someone greeted Liu Bi, he never paid attention.

Seeing this kind of performance, in the eyes of everyone, they only felt that Liu Bi was cold and cold.

Pretending to be an expert without talking, right?

"Brothers, bite Elder Liu hard. You must not let him get rid of us." Monk Yushan Lunjin said fiercely.

"That's right, we won't fight over steamed buns for words. We will defend our dignity to the death."

The monk in the green shirt shares the same hatred with the enemy, and has a serious look on his face. He no longer looks like he used to be in opposition to the monk in the feather fan scarf.

"Yes, yes..." the square-faced monk said excitedly.

"Then charge, charge me hard, and bite me hard." Monk Yushan Lunjin said passionately.

"There is no word of surrender in the dictionary of our Wanjian Sect monks." The green-shirted monk agreed.

"Yes, yes..." the square-faced monk said excitedly.

"It's a mess, isn't it? You can only say yes, right? You have a small quilt covering the bridge hole, are you also right? I hope you have the same attitude towards your life!" The monk with the feather fan and scarf said angrily to the square-faced monk. .

"Yes...I was wrong."

Faced with the murderous looks of everyone, the square-faced monk promptly changed his words and finally saved his own life.

After this little episode, everyone felt a little discouraged, but no one said to give up. They said they couldn't compare with Di Liu. It was too embarrassing to spread the news.

As time passed, it was obvious that some people couldn't bear it anymore and began to pant violently, and the spiritual energy in their dantian was almost exhausted.

Even though there are spiritual stones that can quickly replenish the spiritual energy in the Dantian, the spiritual energy is consumed faster.

Soon, there was a "bang" sound, and someone fell down on the ladder. His eyes turned white, his feet twitched, and foam came out of his mouth.

This is obviously a sequelae caused by excessive use of spirit stones. Now that he has completely fainted, he will not be able to regain his strength for a few months.

"This man did not fail. He persisted until the end. He is a hero."

The Yushan Lunjin monk looked at the fainted monk with a trace of respect on his face.

The others also had tears in their eyes and paid attention to the man.

Everyone worked together and looked at Liu Bi's retreating figure without any fear on their faces. Although they were very tired, they would never admit defeat.

"Defeat Liu Bi!" Monk Yushan Lunjin chased Liu Bi and shouted an exciting slogan.

"Defeat Liu Bi!" the monk in green shirt shouted.

"Me too!" The square-faced monk changed his strategy.

"..."

The scene was a little awkward, and everyone glared at the square-faced monk fiercely.

The square-faced monk wisely turned his head away and said no more, but he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

Sect bullying, right?

The monk's fall not only did not persuade everyone to retreat, but instead aroused everyone's fighting spirit and vowed to defeat Liu Bi.

But reality dealt them a heavy blow, and more and more people fell. Finally, the monks in the feather fan scarf and the green shirt also fell.

This vigorous operation ended in a disastrous defeat for everyone. Looking at Liu Bi's retreating figure, they were desperate and sad.

"Is this man made of iron? Why is he so tireless?" Monk Lushan Lunjin said sadly.

"I don't know, but we worked hard, don't you think so?" the monk in green shirt said thoughtfully.

"Yes!"

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, then stood up with help. After watching Liu Bi disappear from their sight, they sat down to adjust their breathing and wait for the people behind to catch up.

The next day, after resting, everyone climbed up the ladder again. Without the goal of chasing Liu Bi, everyone was enjoying themselves, just like a family.

Even the sworn enemies of the Feather Fan Lunjin monk and the Qingshan monk began to call themselves brothers.

Nima!

This isn't a ladder to heaven, it's more like a spring outing.

Invisibly, Liu Bi seemed to have improved the cohesion of the sect, which he definitely did not expect.

Of course, the square-faced monk is still disliked, because he is a tough guy!

After Liu Bi on the other side got rid of everyone, his speed suddenly doubled.

With his feet on the ladder, he already felt powerless.

Then the steps of the ladder became extremely hard, and if you kicked them, your feet would definitely swell for a long time.

Don't ask Liu Bi how he knew, because...

"I understand. In fact, the ladder to heaven has never been soft, but changes with our mood. Now I have completely understood it, so ladder, should you show your true colors?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally winding stairs suddenly turned into a calm lake.

Liu Bi stepped on the lake surface without sinking, as if he were stepping on flat ground.

Liu Bi's appearance is reflected in the clear blue water. He is very handsome. The jade trees stand in the wind, and he is very free and unrestrained. He is like a handsome man walking out of a painting.

"Damn! So handsome! Who is this? Oh! It turns out to be me!"

Liu Bi couldn't help but said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately received a notification tone from the system.

[Harvest the anger of the calm lake: +100]

There was a look of surprise in Liu Bi's eyes. Good guy, why is the calm lake so unstable? Don’t you allow others to be handsome?

Just as he was about to collect another wave of wool from the calm lake, a vicissitudes of voice came from behind him.

"Young man, are you a disciple of Wanjian Sect?"

Turning around, Liu Bi saw a kind-faced old man looking at him with a smile. He had an air of immortality, which made him look very cool.

"No, I am the elder of Wanjian Sect. My name is 'Liu Bi'. Others say that I am the number one monk of Wanjian Sect throughout the ages and the most handsome guy in the world of immortality..."

Liu Bi talked eloquently, with a humble smile on his face.

"Stop, stop, your pretense makes me a little sick." The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, "If you don't talk nonsense, I am the creator of the Stele Sword. You can call me 'Old Man of the Stele Sword'."

"Junior has seen Old Man Beijian." Liu Bi looked at Old Man Beijian with a strange expression and said with cupped hands.

"Very good. Since you can come here, it means that you are qualified to inherit the inheritance of the Stele Sword. There is a sword there. As long as you pull it out, you can obtain the inheritance of the Stele Sword."

The old man of Stele Sword stretched out his hand, and a ripple appeared on the originally calm lake surface, and a round platform slowly rose in the distance.

There is a rusty iron sword stuck in the center of the round platform. It looks simple and unpretentious, without the slightest peculiarity.

"Thank you senior!"

Liu Bi's eyes were shocked, and he walked towards the round platform with excitement, looking very happy.

"You're welcome, this is all your fault." Old Man Beijian said noncommittally, but his eyes were fixed on Liu Bi.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Liu Bi walked close to the round platform, stretched out his hand and was about to pull out the iron sword, but his hand stopped in mid-air and did not make the next move.

"What's wrong? Why don't you draw your sword?" Old Man Bei Jian's voice was a little urgent.

"Haha, you seem to want me to draw the sword?" Liu Bi looked back at the old man of Stele Sword and said with a half-smile.

"Of course, I really want the Stele Sword to have a legacy, and I don't want him to follow me underground, otherwise I wouldn't have separated a ray of consciousness to create this trial place."

The old man's eyes were a little lonely.

He is now a piece of divine consciousness. As long as the inheritance of the Stele Sword ends, he will disappear completely.

But when he saw that the stele sword had an heir, he was both happy and sad.

Immortal cultivators may seem to be higher than ordinary people, but in fact their lifespan is limited, and no one can escape the control of destiny.

"Stop acting." Liu Bi said loudly, "You are not Old Man Beijian, who are you?"

"You dare to question me?" A trace of anger appeared on the old man's face.

"You are still being tough, but you are really tough." Liu Bi shook his head and said, "As far as I know, this place has existed for thousands of years, and you are just a ray of consciousness and have consumed a lot of energy. You It’s impossible to make so many vivid expressions, so you are not Old Man Beijian at all.”

Hearing this, the old man Bei Jian smiled arrogantly, and his originally kind-hearted expression suddenly became extremely fierce.

"Jie Jie Jie, do you really not recognize me?"

The sound didn't sound like one person speaking, but the voices of thousands of people overlapping together, making it extremely harsh and unpleasant to hear.

Moreover, his body shape also changed, turning into a black ball of flesh.

Many human faces appeared on it, with their eyes open and looking greedily at Liu Bi in the distance.

If a patient with intensive care disorder sees this weird look, they will simply not be able to bear it.

"Oh it's you!"

Liu Bi suddenly realized that the sound he heard when his palm touched the ladder was this sound.

"Yes, it's me. I just didn't expect that I injured your consciousness in advance, and you still saw through my disguise." A head emerged from the surface of the black flesh ball, and he said helplessly.

"Hmph!" Liu Bi snorted coldly, "In that case, then obediently hand over the legacy of Senior Stele Sword, and I may be able to spare your life."

At this point, Liu Bi can conclude that there is no life in the ladder, and everything is just a black meat ball playing tricks.

"Kill me? You don't have that ability yet!!!" the black meat ball said disdainfully, "You look stupid and stupid, how can you be smarter than Tianjizi? I understand, you are pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, I should have known it earlier We put Tianjizi in from the beginning, maybe we can give it a try."

"Nima! Insulting people, right? You are dumb and stupid. If you can really do anything to me, why do you need to act like that? You just want to trick me into pulling out the iron sword of Yuantai. Well, I won't pull it out. , I was just playing..."

Liu Bi was not soft-spoken, he was ruthless and ruthless, and launched a crazy taunt.

When it comes to quarreling skills, Liu Bi ranks second in Wanjian Sect. No one dares to rank first. He is so confident.

"Shut up! Do you think I really can't do anything to you? Although I can't kill you, I can trap you here. At worst, if I wait for another thousand years, I don't believe that I won't be able to wait for the man who pulls out the iron sword. .”

The black ball of flesh was so angry that it was deformed. Being pointed at Liu Bi's nose and scolded, most people simply couldn't bear it.

woohoo hoo...

A big mouth emerged from the black mass of flesh, spitting out several streams of black smoke, forming a huge black claw, and grabbed Liu Bi.

The speed was so fast that afterimages were formed in the space, and they carried a strong desire to die.

"Jie Jie Jie, this is my spiritual attack. Ordinary spells can't resist it at all. You are so mean-mouthed that I torture you."

Human faces emerged from the black flesh, all with a hint of a sinister smile, and their eyes were full of madness.

Life is better than death! ! !

This was the punishment he gave Liu Bi for offending him.