Zhu Xiaowei's speed began to slow down significantly.
One hundred and ten, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and thirty...
Zhu Xiaowei's speed was very slow and he looked very strenuous, as if every step weighed a thousand pounds.
The onlookers below all shook their heads and sighed, because they all knew that after all, Zhu Xiaowei was blocked and a waste would always be a waste, and there was no way he could become a genius.
Mo Yunqing saw Zhu Xiaowei who was on the verge of failure and smiled coldly at Su Luo.
Originally, she thought that Su Luo had discovered the shining point in Zhu Xiaowei, so she spoke first and asked him to participate in the assessment, but in the end, there were no miracles.
"Su Luo, Su Luo, I didn't expect that after hundreds of years, your eyesight on people has receded." Mo Yunqing glanced at Su Luo, with a sarcastic sneer on her lips.
Su Luo smiled faintly at Mo Yunqing: "No, he will go up."
"Impossible!" Mo Yunqing said firmly, "There is absolutely no way he can go up!"
Because there are 10,000 steps to the top of the mountain, but Zhu Xiaowei, who is blocked by the Qi Sea, can only walk more than a hundred steps at most.
"He will go up." Su Luo put her hands behind her back and looked at Zhu Xiaowei's back, which was as thin and tall as a small pine tree.
Mo Yunqing didn't know where Su Luo got her confidence, so she stared deeply at Zhu Xiaowei's back.
At this moment, Zhu Xiaowei was suffering from almost unbearable pain.
It was really painful, and it felt like the capillaries all over my body had burst, and countless tiny blood filaments oozed out.
The internal organs are more like being squeezed into a ball, are they bleeding internally?
It was really painful, and the sweat on Zhu Xiaowei's forehead rolled down like soybeans.
Sweat soaked his clothes, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. He was dripping with sweat, and every step he took left a deep sweat stain on the ground.
If there is spiritual power in his body, it is absolutely impossible for this to happen, but Zhu Xiaowei has no spiritual power at all in his body, and he wants to cry in despair.
Zhu Xiaowei couldn't help but think of the past.
The blazing fire, the sharp dagger piercing the mother's heart, the blood spraying out after pulling out the dagger, and the mother stuffing it into the cabinet with eyes wide open and looking at all this in horror but unable to scream.
He, the character, and his whole family were exterminated...
God classifies him as an ordinary person who cannot practice cultivation, but with a blood feud between him, how can he be a waste?!
No!
Never admit defeat!
If the Qi sea is blocked, then use force to make it pass!
Even if you use smashing, you have to smash it through!
Zhu Xiaowei had the firmest belief in his heart. He clenched a fist with one hand and bit his lower lip fiercely. Blood beads streaked down the corners of his lips. The sudden severe pain made him wake up subconsciously.
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
Zhu Xiaowei slowly but firmly stepped forward step by step!
One hundred and fifty steps!
One hundred and sixty steps!
One hundred and seventy steps!
That 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 already been one hundred and eighty steps, and Zhu Xiaowei is still insisting on walking up."
"His body can't bear it at all. He is risking his life!"
"Why is he suffering? Since God has judged him as a person who cannot cultivate, why does he insist on challenging fate? This is simply an impossible task."