Sure enough, after one hundred steps.
Zhu Xiaowei's speed began to noticeably slow down.
One hundred ten, one hundred twenty, one hundred thirty...
Zhu Xiaowei's speed is very slow, and he looks very laborious, as if every step weighs a thousand pounds.
The onlookers below all shook their heads and sighed, because they all knew that after all, Zhu Xiaowei was incapacitated, waste materials are always waste materials, and it is impossible for them to become geniuses.
Seeing the crumbling and about to fail Zhu Xiaowei, Mo Yunqing gave Su Luo a cold smile.
Originally, she thought that Su Luo had discovered the bright spot in Zhu Xiaowei's body, so she spoke first and asked him to participate in the assessment, but it turned out that there was no miracle.
"Su Luo, Su Luo, I didn't expect that hundreds of years have passed, but the way you look at people has retreated." Mo Yunqing glanced at Su Luo, and the corner of her mouth evoked a mocking sneer.
Su Luo smiled lightly at Mo Yunqing: "No, he will go up."
"Impossible!" Mo Yunqing said decisively, "It is absolutely impossible for him to go up!"
Because there are 10,000 steps up the stairs to the top of the mountain, but this ill-mannered Zhu Xiaowei, he can only walk more than 100 steps at most.
"He will go up." Su Luo put his hands behind him, and looked at Zhu Xiaowei's thin and straight back like a small pine tree.
Mo Yunqing didn't know where Su Luo's confidence came from, so she stared deeply at Zhu Xiaowei's back again.
At this moment, Zhu Xiaowei is suffering from almost unbearable pain.
It was really painful, and it felt like the capillaries all over the body burst, and countless tiny blood capillaries ooze out.
The internal organs are more like being squeezed into a ball, and the inside is already bleeding, right
It was really painful, and the sweat on the painful Zhu Xiaowei's forehead rolled down like soybeans.
Sweat soaked his clothes, and the whole person was like being pulled out of the water, dripping with sweat, and every step he took, he left a deep sweat stain on the ground.
If there is spiritual power in his body, this is absolutely impossible, but Zhu Xiaowei has no spiritual power in his body, and he wants to cry in despair.
Zhu Xiaowei couldn't help thinking of the past.
The raging fire, the sharp dagger pierced into the mother's heart, the blood that sprayed out after the dagger was pulled out, and the mother who put it in the cupboard and stared at it all in horror, but couldn't say a single word. He, and the whole family that was exterminated...
God classifies him as an ordinary person who cannot cultivate, but with a deep hatred in the blood, how can he be a waste? !
No!
Never admit defeat!
If the air is blocked, then force it to pass!
Even if it is smashed, it must be smashed through!
Zhu Xiaowei had the firmest belief in his heart. He clenched his fist with one hand, bit his lower lip fiercely, and the blood bead ran down the corner of his lips. The sudden pain made him subconsciously sober a little.
Hold on hold on hold on!
Zhu Xiaowei took it slowly, but firmly, one step at a time!
One hundred and fifty steps!
One hundred and sixty steps!
One hundred and seventy steps!
The small and thin back is like the tallest pine tree, giving people an impression of perseverance and making people feel moved from the heart.
"It's been one hundred and eighty steps, and Zhu Xiaowei is still going up."
"His body can't take it at all, he's taking his life!"
"Why is he so troubled? Since God has determined that he is unable to cultivate, why does he have to challenge fate? This is an impossible task at all."