Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

God?

It's very simple, as the name suggests, just climb up the hanging ladder.

Everyone looked at the hanging ladder that was floating in the wind, with no end in sight and no bottom in sight. The timid ones were already trembling.

They are all young people under fifty years old. The strongest ones may be in the distraction period. Those with truly strong blood and background will never appear in the Great Opening of the Immortal Gate.

None of them have learned how to fly with swords. They usually go to the sky in flying boats or other magical weapons.

"The rules are very simple. Just climb up the hanging ladder until you can't hold on anymore. Don't be afraid of falling. There will be a crane below to catch you." After Xuying finished speaking, he looked around silently.

As Xuying's words came to light, a young man wearing golden clothes walked out first, "Who is Pei Wu? Do you have the guts to come out and compete?" Someone was muttering around.

"It's Wang Xuan. I heard that his family is from a family of immortal cultivators in Dachu, and he himself is also a genius at Jinxiao Academy."

"I thought he could be the first, but he ended up being second. He must be unhappy."

"Speaking of which, I'm also curious about who this Pei Wu is. The name sounds like a woman."

Song Qiao glanced at the gloomy-looking Pei Wu, smiled lightly and patted her shoulder, "Go ahead and tell him to shut up."

"What about you?" Pei Wu asked softly.

"It's just a ladder, I won't get lost." Song Qiao said with a smile.

So Pei Wu walked out. Under the gaze of everyone, she came to the edge of the square, grabbed the rope of the hanging ladder, and looked at Wang Xuan, "Didn't you say we should compete? Come on then."

Wang Xuan looked straight at Pei Wu, never expecting that the one who defeated him in terms of spiritual roots would be the girl in front of him who had an outstanding temperament and was as beautiful as a fairy.

Today, Pei Wu wore white clothes at Song Qiao's suggestion. Nine out of ten people who practice immortality like to wear white clothes. They feel that they have an air of immortality and are very suitable for their status. However, there are only a few who can really wear white clothes to give that feeling.

It just so happens that Pei Wu is one of the few people who can afford to be in white.

She was still young at this time. She was wearing white clothes, which gave her a hint of unruliness in addition to the coldness. The white clothes were embroidered with golden dragon patterns, which were looming in the sunlight. Together with her outstanding temperament, if Song Qiao could describe it, she was like the best in the world. The little dragon girl who combines the flower of wealth and the relegated immortal from heaven.

Among the monks who participated in the opening of the Immortal Gate, Pei Wu was still so outstanding. When she stood next to Song Qiao and hid herself, only a few people noticed her. After she walked out and bloomed her light, Everyone is attracted to her.

And just when everyone was focusing on Pei Wu, someone quietly set their sights on Song Qiao.

Song Qiao naturally noticed it. She turned around and saw a woman standing alone in the crowd. She looked about the same age as her and in her twenties. She was dressed in black, with thin lips pursed tightly. Her facial features were bright and majestic, and her eyes were Ruo Jianshui's autumn eyes are very beautiful, like stars in the dark night.

Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her black outfit outlined her beautiful figure. She folded her arms, automatically isolating herself from the people around her, and she looked at Song Qiao curiously and probingly.

Song Qiao didn't know her.

Pei Wu used one hand to step onto the hanging ladder. She did not climb up immediately, but looked down to see what Song Qiao was doing. As a result, she saw the person she longed for looking at another beauty affectionately.

Feeling depressed, Pei Wu bit his lip, turned his head, climbed up with a cold face, and his figure quickly disappeared into the sky.

The thousand people walked towards the hanging ladder one after another, and Song Qiao followed the crowd. There are many hanging ladders, but it is impossible to climb them one by one. During the climbing process, if the person in front is too slow, the people behind will have to find a way to get over each other, otherwise they will get stuck.

Not long after it started, someone screamed and fell from the sky.

The eliminated people who were watching were all tense when they saw a crane rushing out from below, holding the fallen person in its mouth, and placing it on the square.

Song Qiao grabbed the rope of the hanging ladder and climbed up slowly. She felt the mystery of the hanging ladder, which can affect people's consciousness as the climbing height increases. It is really interesting to temper the soul while exerting physical strength.

Her speed was not fast, and she would stop from time to time to look at the people on the hanging ladder around her.

The girl who looked at her before went up the hanging ladder next to her.

Another place of Xuantian Sect is located, and there are many great masters from the immortal world sitting in the majestic hall. If Song Qiao were here, he would definitely recognize that one of them is the Taoist Lord of Siam whom he had met once before in Dongwen Kingdom.

At this time, the Siamese Taoist Lord did not have a seat, but stood respectfully behind an old man with white beard and hair.

Everyone in the hall looked at the picture and discussed a few words from time to time. The atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

"Well, this Pei Wu is really good, but it's a pity that your Xuantian Sect took the lead." The graceful woman in gorgeous clothes shook her head and sighed.

A middle-aged uncle who was close to the main seat laughed and said, "Ehuang, don't feel sorry for her. She is the disciple appointed by our sect master."

"I didn't expect that the Immortal Lord never accepts disciples, but he made an exception for her this time." Another person said quietly.

As time went by, people kept falling.

In the square, everyone watched everything happening on the hanging ladder through Xuan Jing.

At first, Wang Xuan was first because of Pei Wu's delay, but as the height increased, Pei Wu gradually surpassed him. Now the ranking has become Pei Wu first and Wang Xuan second.

"The third one is not You Wendong! It's Ji Xuanye!" Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

On the Xuanjing, Ji Xuanye, who was in the top ten, was riding the wind and rising rapidly, wearing azure clothes.

"Wait a minute! The fourth one isn't You Wendong!!! It's Gu Xingxu!! Isn't her spiritual root only the ninth one?"

"Yes, the ninth ice spiritual root!"

"Why is it so powerful!"

In the picture, the woman in black who was looking at Song Qiao before was jumping up and down two floors with a cold face.

Song Qiao couldn't see the discussion among the people. She was taking a deep breath and calming her heartbeat.

Woohoo... don't play the role of a frail and sickly white lotus anymore...

Suddenly, she found that the person in front of her had stopped moving. He was a fat man, sticking his butt out and holding the rope, motionless.

"Are you still leaving?" Song Qiao asked aloud.

She was probably the first person to speak in the competition, and Xuan Jing suddenly gave the screen to her side.

Unfortunately, Song Qiao didn't know that she was being broadcast live. After she asked this question, the fat man also screamed: "I'm scared! Wuwuwu... I can't crawl anymore!!"

"Then you abstain." Song Qiao replied calmly.

"Why did you abstain?" the fat man continued to ask.

"Jump down."

"Woooooooo!! I'm scared!!!" The fat man continued to scream.

Song Qiao frowned slightly, his already pale face, coupled with that expression, made him even more pitiful.

Outside of Xuan Jing, countless male monks let out heartbroken sighs, "I feel sorry for you~ Fairy, please knock that fat man down quickly~ Stop blowing the cold wind there~"

"Fairy, it's better to give up, this part is not suitable for you~"

Some female monks frowned in displeasure when they saw this, looking so weak that they really embarrass us female monks!

Just as they were preparing to show off, Song Qiao sighed softly in Xuanjing, and a flash of electricity flashed on his fingertips, spreading along the rope. "Since my fellow Taoist has fear, I will help you overcome it."