However, if Chen Feng does not have the withered and wilted energy, the passage to the second floor cannot be opened just by relying on the Golden Sutra.

After living on the mountain pavement of the Ancient Classic Pavilion for more than ten days, although Chen Feng and Qiao Xueqing had explored some of the mystery of the Ancient Classic Pavilion, this time, Chen Feng only went to the second floor of the Ancient Classic Pavilion for the second time.

Stepping onto the stone steps leading to the second floor, a heavy pressure immediately came to my face. Looking at the stone walls on both sides of the stairs, many difficult martial arts patterns were carved. Chen Feng's figure made a dull sound, and he couldn't help but take another step up.

"Buzz~~~"

In just two steps, Chen Feng's muscles trembled. This invisible artistic pressure even made his body reach an unbearable level.

This is still the case where the ancient power, which is as viscous as glue, and many runes of different shapes are hidden in the stone walls on both sides of the stairs. If you push forward with the ancient power and many runes, you can imagine the pressure you will be exposed to.

Although Chen Feng had already reached the second floor of the Ancient Classic Pavilion once, Chen Feng, who had stepped on the two stone steps, had a slightly changed expression and frowned slightly.

"It seems something is wrong. In the past ten days, even if my entry is inconclusive, I should feel a little bit easy when I go to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Why does it seem to be getting more and more difficult..." Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said in his heart.

Under the obstruction of the strange and invisible artistic conception, Chen Feng even vaguely gave birth to a speculation that made him feel cold. I am afraid that the difficulty of walking upwards of the thirty-stairs stairs leading to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion will not be static. Perhaps as he becomes stronger, this invisible pressure will become heavier and heavier!

There were endless buzzing sounds, and Chen Feng, who had stepped on the tenth step, had his whole body twisted.

No wonder Qiao Xueqing was unwilling to come. Until now, Chen Feng was still a little scared about her difficulty in breaking into the second floor of the Jing Pavilion.

However, based on the last experience of this section of the attic staircase, Chen Feng confirmed some speculations.

Judging from the situation when Qiao Xueqing walked upward last time, Chen Feng could directly feel that the pressure Qiao Xueqing was under was much greater than that of him. This may be related to cultivation and other unknown factors, but Chen Feng did not ask too much about him.

While walking up and stopping, Chen Feng took half a cup of tea to arrive at the exit of the stairs. However, as he was about to reach the second floor of the Jing Pavilion, his consciousness was a little blurred. Chen Feng, who had beads of sweat dripping from beads all over his body, suddenly stopped strangely.

I don’t know if it was a confusing relationship, but Chen Feng felt that the thirty-level stairs that he had walked before seemed to have one more level.

Under the invisible oppression of the strange artistic conception, not only Chen Feng's physical bones, but also spiritual consciousness were extremely painful, and his whole body seemed to be torn into tiny pieces.

A trace of blood was printed from the corner of his mouth. Chen Feng stepped onto the second floor of the Jing Pavilion in one step. After feeling the pressure disappeared immediately, he couldn't help but lose his strength and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"**, what's going on? Why does it become difficult to improve your cultivation? It seems that this damn staircase is, the easier it is to get up as the lower your cultivation level..." Chen Feng almost barely moved his neck, and looked at the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion with his sweaty eyes.

Unlike the many bookshelfs placed intertwined on the first floor of the Jingge, the second floor is completely a pitch-black space, as if the light has lost its effect here, and it will be swallowed up when it is released.

Chen Feng's eyes could only see a distance of ten feet away.

An ordinary-sized stone statue appeared in Chen Feng's sight, giving people a sense of immortality.

However, Chen Feng, who was lying on the ground, did not dare to underestimate the stone statue in his sight. He and Qiao Xueqing had suffered a great loss when they came here for the first time.

In Chen Feng's view, this stone statue was an insurmountable difficulty for him, and it was a blessing that the stone statue had not been killed as soon as it came up. Otherwise, with Chen Feng's embarrassment at this time, he would be killed directly.

After a full quarter of an hour, Chen Feng supported his sore body and sat down cross-legged on the ground.

Taking out the small gourd containing spiritual liquid, Chen Feng poured it into his mouth, and the rushing spiritual liquid poured into his stomach under his strong drink.

If ordinary people drink this hard, their stomachs will be supported in a short while. However, in the hungry state of Chen Feng's body and bones, a large amount of spiritual liquid is like nutrients, which is digested and absorbed by him.

"Hey~~~ Are you the guard on the second floor of Jing Pavilion?"

Chen Feng, who had drunk a stomach full of spiritual liquid, wiped his mouth and asked at the stone man with a smile.

As Chen Feng expected, the Shiren did not respond to him, and seemed to have no consciousness, and was more like a puppet made by someone.

After nourishing the essence, Chen Feng did not get up immediately, but instead formed a handprint of the dry scriptures and entered the practice.

Under the pressure to the second floor of the Ancient Classic Pavilion, although the feeling of being torn apart is worse than death, in Chen Feng's opinion, this strange staircase is of great benefit to cultivation.

"If there is no spiritual liquid for nourishment, it is estimated that one trip will only overdraw the cultivation foundation, and will instead cause stubborn cultivation diseases, just like being beaten thousands of times, it will be really painful..." Time passed slowly, and Chen Feng, who was gritting his teeth and enduring, couldn't help but recover.

It took a full day until Chen Feng's body felt a slight comfortable vibration due to the surging essence that he stood up in the crackling bone explosion.

A layer of dead skin fell off Chen Feng's body, which was shaking with a thunderous sound.

Clenching his fists and feeling the arrogant power, Chen Feng then smiled.

After changing into a clean tight outfit, he saw that the stone man not far away still had no abnormal movements. Chen Feng showed an expectant smile on his face and walked forward with a small step as cautious as a thief.

“Woo~~~”

Just a small step of change in distance seemed to alarm the stone man and let him slowly turn around and face Chen Feng, but his face was a little blurred.

Chen Feng's eyes could only see that the stone man was found in the 1 zhang space, and the dark space that devoured light was left, but Chen Feng did not dare to enter blindly.

On the second floor of this ancient scripture pavilion, Chen Feng could feel that the scripture order handed over to him by Li Lin's first building had almost lost its function. It was the limit of this order to lead him to find the entrance to the second floor staircase during the operation of the Qimen formation.

The mysterious formation alone is so terrifying, and the dangers on the second floor of the Ancient Classic Pavilion can be imagined.

If the person who is on the first floor of the ancient scripture pavilion in Qianji Sect can climb to the second floor and inquire about it, the scriptures and orders will not be useless.

However, Chen Feng does not know whether Li Lin, the first director of the Sutra of Sutra, has reserved something.

In Chen Feng's understanding of the stairs leading to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion and this stone man, it is hard to imagine who would be able to pass this level.

"Ba!Ba!Ba~~~"

After Chen Feng smiled and clenched his fists, he rushed towards the stone man without saying a word, and the space of ten feet reached the stone man in almost one step.

"Boom~~~"

As Chen Feng punched it out, the Shiren's reaction was very fast, and he also punched it first.

The stirring fist wind where the two fists intersected spread out like a messy storm.

If there is an outsider here, you will find that the boxing postures of Shi Ren and Chen Feng are exactly the same.

As the strength fluctuated, I felt the power of the stone man and gradually adjusted to the same level as myself. Chen Feng's right fist turned into a cotton hand and a belt and a lure. The Tiangang's plum hand was unfolded, and he attacked the stone man with a head and face.

The sound of the sound of the sound was endless, and the stone man's moves were almost exactly the same as Chen Feng's Tiangang Plum Brushing Hand. His whole body was like a plum tree blooming with flowers.

In Chen Feng's battle, the stone man was almost becoming more and more agile. Not only did he show a stronger momentum than Chen Feng, but his moves were also more refined than Chen Feng, and he even obviously beat Chen Feng, gradually gaining an advantage.

Although it was just a low-level martial arts, Chen Feng had been practicing Tiangang Zhemei Hand for a while, and was defeated by the stone man as if he was using his own way, and he still felt a little uncomfortable.

When the two of them fought, the stone man was not afraid of the dark space around him that swallowed light. His moves opened and closed, and his figure would occasionally disappear into the dark space and suddenly attack Chen Feng.

In this unfavorable situation, Chen Feng was a little afraid of his hands and was even more afraid to use too powerful tricks, for fear that the stone man would learn it.

“Long~~~”

The Shiren punched out with a powerful punch. Although Chen Feng crossed his hands and sealed the Shiren's fist, he still couldn't bear the terrifying force and was knocked out, falling at the exit of the second floor stairs like a broken sack.

“Woo~~~”

The stone man whose face was blurred gradually turned into Chen Feng's face finally buzzed with the sound of his body, as if he was a short-lived machine and no longer had any movement.

"Hiss~~~"

Chen Feng, who was covered in a broken robe, took a breath of air conditioning and couldn't help but look at the dense bruises on his body.

If the stone man had not been too strong than Chen Feng, in the middle of the two, Chen Feng might not only have one piece of clothing damaged, but would have been beaten into meat paste.

"Can this stone lump completely become me?"

Chen Feng even felt sad to fight with him at this time. This situation not only happened to him, but even Qiao Xueqing, who came to the second floor of the Jing Pavilion last time, could not help but suffer a big loss.

When Chen Feng thought of Qiao Xueqing's slightly erotic figure at that time, his nose was itchy. For this matter, Qiao Xueqing did not get rid of her anger and anger for several days. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!)
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