The breakthrough lasted for more than half an hour. Just when Wu Liang was filled with disappointment, he suddenly saw that boy Erhu actually broke through the 30th floor in one fell swoop.
Even Wu Liang couldn't help but applaud at this moment. This boy couldn't even beat that girl last time.
Now that he has broken through the 30th floor in one fell swoop, he has a good chance of winning even against a third-level innate warrior.
Several other old men couldn't help but look happy, because those guys before had really disappointed them.
Of the nearly a hundred people who climbed the steps, only one person made it past the tenth step. How could they, who had previously been so confident, endure it?
Fortunately, Erhu did not disappoint everyone. After passing the 30th level, he continued to make rapid progress and began to advance towards the 40th level.
The children of the Wu family who had already been thrown down the steps couldn't help but look happy. Although they failed, there was still hope. It would be really embarrassing if none of them made it through.
At this time, Wu Sanlong, who had been watching silently, suddenly stood up and said with a dazzling light in his eyes: "I'll give it a try too!"
"Old man, let's go and have some fun too!"
"How can such a fun thing be without my Qi Ye!"
As soon as Wu Sanlong walked out, the seventh and eighth masters couldn't bear it anymore. They took off their coats and rushed towards the ladder.
Wu Liang's eyes moved and he glanced at Wu Sanlong, feeling quite expectant in his heart.
My third uncle had broken through the innateness together with Erhu, and he was also the first group in Wujiacun to break through the innateness.
Unlike Er Hu, that young boy, Wu Sanlong is usually taciturn, but seeing that he can take the position of clan leader among dozens of brothers in the second generation, you know that he is not as simple as he appears.
Although the true energy in Wu Sanlong's body now is only equivalent to the third level of Xiantian, he can't estimate how many steps he can climb on the ladder.
As soon as Wu Sanlong came out, the other Wu family members were also full of expectations.
Although everyone didn't know what Wu Sanlong's strength was, they did know that Erhu had challenged Uncle San several times, and was beaten so hard every time that he ran away in embarrassment.
…
"Liangzi, do you think your third uncle can reach level 50?"
The third master took a puff of dry cigarette and looked at Wu Liang expectantly.
As for the 100th level at the beginning, no one dares to count on it now. Those are ten innate ninth-level masters. Who can get through except the Grandmaster.
The relatively calm Fifth Master said: "I can't stop watching the Fifty Levels. Sanlong has been fond of playing banker's tricks since he was a child. When he went up the mountain as a teenager, he hunted three wolves by himself.
"
"one person?"
Wu Liang couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the fifth master's words. You must know that the Wu family did not know martial arts at the beginning, and at most they only had some practical martial arts skills.
It is not easy to hunt three wolves alone under such circumstances.
Of course, there would be an exception if firearms were used, but from what Mr. Wu said, he probably wasn't hunting with a gun.
"Of course he is alone!" The fifth master's eyes flashed with nostalgia, and he sighed: "Your third uncle has never been a person who has given up on defeat since he was a child. Don't look at him now as boring as a piece of wood. When he was young, he was stubborn.
."
After the fifth master said this, he stopped talking, but the third master next to him had a trace of sadness on his face.
"This kid Sanlong..."
As if he remembered something, the third master fell silent after half a sentence.
Wu Liang became more and more curious. Could it be that his third uncle was also a person with a story?
There are too many people with stories in the world. If someone else, Wu Liangcai, is too lazy to gossip, but Wu Sanlong actually seems to have a secret, then Wu Liang would not be able to even think about gossiping.
"Third Master, don't be too tempting. Tell me, what happened to Wu Sanlong when he was young? How did he become a dull gourd later?"
The Third Master glared at him angrily, thought for a moment and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "It doesn't matter, big or small. If you want to know, ask yourself. The old man doesn't remember."
"Exactly!" Wu Liang muttered, dissatisfied: "If I can ask you, that guy Wu Laosan will look like an enemy when he sees me, and he will act like I owe him millions that I haven't paid back all day long.
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"Eh!"
Halfway through the words, Wu Liang couldn't help but exclaimed softly, squinting his eyes and smiling: "It seems that people with stories are different. They have passed the tenth level so quickly."
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After killing a first-level innate warrior with one punch, Wu Sanlong remained unmoved and continued to walk upwards with firm steps.
This time the opponents were two people. Wu Sanlong narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a woodcutter appeared in his hand. Before the two fantasy characters could take action, the tiger pounced on them, and in an instant, the two heads flew into the air.
The first level is the first level, the twentieth level, the thirtieth level...
Wu Sanlong managed to reach the thirty-first level with only a woodcutter. At this moment, his opponent was already a fourth-level innate warrior.
The phantom warrior with a blurry face suddenly became real. Looking at the face that was deeply imprinted in his mind, Wu Sanlong's face suddenly twitched.
"It's you!"
Roaring like a wild beast, Wu Sanlong roared and rose into the air, swung his woodcutter like lightning, and chopped off the man's head with one blow.
"It's not true after all. I originally thought there was no hope in this life. It seems God has treated me well..."
Wu Sanlong murmured, and the hatred on his face subsided, returning to its original calmness again.
Thirty-five levels, forty levels, fifty levels...
Wu Sanlong passed fifty levels in a row, and his speed was still not slow. The other Wu family members who had already failed suddenly cheered.
Even the old men who had just stepped down from the 30th level couldn't help but smile. Only through personal experience can you know how difficult it is to deal with those imaginary warriors.
Wu Sanlong can break through the fiftieth level, but he is facing a fifth-level innate warrior. It can be seen that Wu Sanlong's fighting consciousness is not weaker than those warriors who have experienced life and death.
Everyone else was excited, but Wu Liang frowned slightly.
Looking at the figure standing on the ladder, Wu Liang murmured: "What a big resentment. How can you, a mountain man, have such a big resentment?"
Shaking his head, Wu Liang no longer thought about it, but watched Wu Sanlong's next challenge with concentration.
With his innate third-level strength, Wu Liang has been satisfied with his breakthrough so far. The next step will be even more difficult. He doesn't know how far his third uncle can go.
At this moment, a burst of cheers suddenly came from the crowd.
But it was Erhu, the kid, who retreated from level 40. This boy had already reached level 30, but his speed was as slow as a snail.
It happened that Wu Sanlong's sudden advance blocked this guy's light. It was only then that everyone noticed that Er Hu had also climbed to the fortieth level. However, he still failed to go further and was defeated at the forty level and fell back.
The forty-level opponent was already a fourth-level Xiantian warrior, and Erhu's true energy was only at the second-level Xiantian level. Being able to reach this level was beyond everyone's expectations.
The two tigers who had just retreated were also very proud. They boasted a few words to the Wu family who had already gathered around them, and then hurriedly ran towards Wu Liang, shouting: "Brother, did you see it? I boarded the fourth
It’s level ten, it’s awesome!”
"What a ghost!"
Wu Liang slapped him angrily. Although he was surprised at the boy's progress, he didn't say anything nice about it.
Erhu rubbed his head in grievance and said unwillingly: "Seventh Master and Eighth Master are not as good as me. Apart from Third Uncle and you, I am the third master in Wujia Village."
"The third fart!"
Wu Liang cursed, turned to the third master and said: "Third master, stop hiding it, let these blind young men see it, and save them all from being as arrogant as roosters."
"Third Master?"
Erhu glanced at the third master suspiciously and said confusedly: "The third master is no match for me. The third master only knows how to collect medicine, how can he fight?"
The third master next to him smiled and did not refute. He was smoking a dry cigarette and had no intention of going out to try it.
It was the Fifth Master who spoke up and said, "Tiger boy, don't be fooled by your Third Grandpa's appearance. When your Third Grandpa was fighting tigers and wolves in the mountains, your father was not even born."
The Tianshen Mountain back then was different from what it is now. There were real tigers back then.
Mr. San has loved going to the mountains to collect herbs since he was young, and encountering tigers and wolves is a common occurrence.
Alone, with a knife and not even a shotgun, going into the mountains at that time meant a narrow escape. The third master's survival to this day was not due to luck.
Later, when he got older, the tigers, lions and wolves in the mountains were almost extinct, which gave the impression that the Third Master was just a barefoot doctor.
If other people don't know about these old almanacs, how could these old men not be aware of them?
Otherwise, how could the Third Master easily suppress the tough gangsters like the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master just by relying on his age, especially the Seventh Master's fiery temper, and the Fifth Master was older than him, so the old man would still laugh and scold him.
Only the Third Master, no matter how angry he is, the Third Master can calm down the Seventh Master with just one sentence.
Although the generations following Wujiacun were known as bandits, few of them had actually seen a bloody person.
That kind of blood doesn't just come from killing a chicken. Among the several old men, only the Third Master himself committed suicide in those years, not just one or two. A lot of people died at the hands of the Third Master during the war.
Wu Liang didn't know these things clearly, but no matter how well the Third Master cultivated his character, Wu Liang could still detect some murderous intent hidden in his bones.
If the third master hadn't gotten older and didn't have a good opportunity to embark on martial arts when he was young, he wouldn't have broken through his innateness now.
After the war, strong men spewed out, but that does not mean that the talents of the warriors at that time were really that good.
A group of hard-blooded soldiers who have been on the battlefield entered martial arts by chance. Even if their qualifications are low, their achievements are definitely not low.
Of course, saying this is going too far.
In Wu Liang's eyes, when it comes to how many real warriors Wujiacun can produce, San Ye is one, and so is Wu Sanlong.
As for the others, even Erhu is not a true warrior.
But the warriors in Wu Liang's eyes were not the warriors seen by ordinary people. From his perspective, among the hundreds of thousands of warriors in Longxi, only a hundred or so could fall into his eyes.
The third master remained calm, as if the fifth master was not talking about him. Only when Wu Liang looked over did he blow out a smoke ring and said with a smile: "A good man is not brave in his past, but this old man's old bones can't stand the torment. This
This old man is not going to leave the mountain anymore, so what’s the use of doing this." (To be continued.)