The slope is about a hundred meters long. With these people's cultivation, the distance is only a few seconds, but it has become the road to death for many people.
There is a flat ground below the slope. On the flat ground, two old men with disheveled hair are playing chess. Needless to say, they are deaf and mute.
They were completely immersed in the chess game and turned a deaf ear to the various tragedies happening on the slope.
When Ye Mo reached the bottom, his clothes were soaked with sweat. He could squeeze out the water with a gentle twist of his hand.
But Ye Xiaowu and Peng Zhan looked relaxed. For them, it was early summer at best here, and they felt warm, so warm that they could feel drowsy.
Mountain Master Luoman and Master Taiji were so hot that they stuck out their tongues. They drank heavily while holding wine bottles. They sweated too much and felt dehydrated.
Lao Lietou's eyebrows and beard have been permed and curled, and his hair still smells like it has been burnt.
And his face looked as if it had been scalded with boiling water, it was scarlet red, like a New Year pig that had just lost its hair.
Compared to them, Young Master Luo Manshan's situation was much better. He just opened his clothes and kept fanning himself with his hands. There was not much trace of sweat on his body.
Originally he felt good about himself, but when he saw Peng Zhan and Ye Xiaowu, his eyes were immediately filled with envy, jealousy and hatred.
Most of the mountain masters and peak masters passed the slope. Among them, three peak masters burned directly because they walked too fast on the slope, and then turned into ashes.
All the twenty-eight constellations have also passed the slope, but their current situation can only be said to be miserable in their own way.
Of course, this slope is a test of physical fitness and has little to do with one's own cultivation. Otherwise, Ye Xiaowu and Peng Zhan, who are the weakest in martial arts, would not perform at their best.
The flat land after passing the slope was very cool. Those who passed the slope lay on the flat ground to cool down.
The entire geothermal pool is about the size of a football field, bubbling and bubbling like a large pot of boiling soup, and the water in the pool is turbid and viscous, like milky white milk.
"Masters of the mountain, let's begin!" Master Tai Chi shouted loudly, and then he took out a very inconspicuous bag from his waist, held the two feet of the bag with his two hands, and kept the mouth of the bag downward.
Immediately, a large amount of medicinal materials poured out from it. In a small bag, the various medicinal materials poured out actually piled up like a mountain.
In addition to the medicinal materials, there are also some shining crystal stones and bones and horns of animals and plants. It looks like a hodgepodge of various Chinese medicinal materials.
These are all the things Ye Xiaowu needs to become a saint, especially those crystal stones that exude a wonderful luster and contain immeasurable energy.
It has to be said that in order to make Ye Xiaowu a saint, these guys really spent a lot of money. Peng Zhan couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile, because he believed that these people were destined to lose everything.
If they can really follow their plan and turn Ye Xiaowu into a saint that will benefit the entire Ailao Mountain, then their current investment will be very cost-effective, and the rewards will be immeasurable, and this kind of rewards will continue for future generations. On the body.
Each of these things is very precious. It can be seen from the painful expressions of those people that many of them have spent everything they have, and they have the mentality of gamblers.
They looked at these treasures on the ground with very complicated emotions, and then threw them into the geothermal pool with gritted teeth.
