Bandao Mountain is located twenty miles north of the Zhuifeng Tribe. The mountain is not high. There are only Thousand Blades from halfway up the mountain to the top of the mountain. However, the mountain is very steep, almost at a ninety-degree angle without any focus. From a distance, it looks like half a knife, hence the name.
Cheng Ling and others walked quickly and soon reached the mountainside, but they did not expect to encounter two waves of people, Sang Tu and Sang Mu.
Sang Tu was able to talk, but Sang Mu had a gloomy look on his face. He had disliked Cheng Ling and the others as early as the first pass, and now he refused to give up when he met them, shouting that he would completely cripple the three of them!
Cheng Ling instructed: "Leave Sangmu to me. The opponent has a large number of people. Remember not to be surrounded. As long as we hold on for a moment, when the contestants catch up, it will be our chance to escape."
After saying that, he rushed towards Sang Mu and shouted: "Sang Mu, if you have the ability to fight one-on-one, I will beat you until you don't even recognize my mother!"
Sangmu has a manic personality, so he can't stand this kind of stimulation. Without saying a word, he threw away the followers behind him and rushed towards Cheng Ling.
The other contestants glanced at each other and could only focus on Xiong Tianling and Long Peng to start the fight. However, the two men remembered Cheng Ling's instructions and did not confront them head-on. Instead, they kept urging their horses to run around, causing chaos in the team.
Sang Tu rolled his eyes and saw that Cheng Ling and the others had arrived at just the right time. Without Sang Mu's obstruction, he was still the first to win. Without even glancing at them, he continued walking up the mountain with his dozens of followers.
Sang Mu secretly complained that it was not good and he accidentally fell into the opponent's trick. But Cheng Ling's long sword was waving at him, and he couldn't get away at all. He cursed loudly, not caring about face now, and summoned his followers to surround him, hoping to share the pressure and take the opportunity to catch up with Sangtu and others.
At this moment, the contestants behind gradually caught up. Long Peng exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Dear friends, the people of Zhuifeng Tribe are too despicable. In order to win, they even blocked us halfway up the mountain. What are you waiting for!"
These words of encouragement were really powerful. The contestants who caught up behind them were already intending to deal with the Wind Chasing Tribe. Seeing that the other party was the first to strike, there was no trace of doubt. They all shouted and attacked them one after another.
For a time, the two parties were completely mixed together and made a mess. Cheng Ling was secretly happy, turned around and escaped from the awning of the mulberry sword, then ordered Xiong Tianling and Long Peng to get away quickly, and then chased Sang Tu towards the mountain.
Sang Mu had no intention of entangled with those people. When he saw Cheng Ling leaving, he hurriedly chased after him.
After running for half an hour, Cheng Ling and Sang Mu arrived at the mountain wall. When he looked up, he saw Sang Tu and others already climbing up the mountain wall several feet high. The two looked at each other hatefully, and then each looked for a way to go up the mountain.
The mountain wall is steep and very smooth, and one can only climb up with the help of occasional weeds and vines.
Cheng Ling swept his eyes and found an area with lush weeds. He plunged his sword into the mountain wall, grabbed the roots of the weeds, and climbed up.
Sang Mu secretly resented that Cheng Ling had taken the lead because he had also taken a fancy to that area. He gritted his teeth, pulled out his machete, and climbed up the mountain like Cheng Ling.
The two of them were one behind the other, with a distance of ten feet between them. However, Sang Mu's scimitar was extremely powerful against the enemy, but he suffered a lot from this kind of climbing. It didn't take long for Cheng Ling to increase the distance from one foot to two feet.
Cheng Ling moved his hands and feet together, displaying his strong physical strength to the fullest. And with the sharpness of Han's lightsaber, it's easy to find points of strength. His speed gradually increased, and soon he surpassed dozens of followers and caught up below Santu.
Sang Mu was filled with hatred below and shouted loudly: "Sang Tu, the grudge between the two of us can be temporarily resolved. Are you willing to let him win the first place? Have you ever thought about what the patriarch said?"
At this time, everyone was basically climbing up in a straight line. Sang Tu came first, with Cheng Ling less than half a foot away from him. Behind Cheng Ling were dozens of contestants from the Wind Chaser tribe, and then it was Sang Mu's turn.
For this kind of climbing distance, Santu has an absolute advantage. As long as he had evil intentions, he would stop for a moment, occupy a favorable position and launch an attack on Cheng Ling, and then the followers would pursue him wildly. Even if Cheng Ling didn't fall off the mountain wall on the spot, he would still be in danger.
He saw the confusion in Sang Tu's eyes and said hurriedly: "Sang Tu, think about it carefully. As long as Sang Mo is still here, even if you win the final victory, you will only make wedding clothes for others. Based on Sang Mu's attitude towards you, Can’t you see it?”
"Everything you have is all in Sang Mo's thoughts. Believe me, only if we join forces can we take the initiative and at least get what we want from Sang Mo."
This statement is very obscure and leaves room for unlimited imagination. What does Santu want? Whether it is a beauty or the supreme power of the entire Wind Chaser tribe, it all depends on what he thinks.
Unfortunately, Sang Mu was a big boss and didn't understand the implication of Cheng Ling's words at all. He shouted loudly from below: "Sang Tu, you and I work together. As long as we kill this kid, we will have a fair fight in the third round. No matter who it is." If you can win, the final victory belongs to the clan leader."
Cheng Ling was secretly happy, Sang Mu's last strike was really timely. People are suspicious that the old patriarch swallowed all the benefits without even leaving any soup. In the end, victory belongs to the patriarch, so what does it have to do with me, Sangtu?
Sure enough, after hearing this, Sang Tu no longer had any hesitation in his eyes, but a trace of jealousy flashed across his eyes. Completely ignoring Cheng Ling and Sang Mu below him, he just climbed up.
Cheng Ling was also very aware of the current situation and did not challenge Sangtu's bottom line. Instead, he slowed down and followed slowly, keeping a body distance.
Sang Mu was so angry that he cursed: "Sang Tu, you are a young boy, you are so audacious, you even ignore the clan leader's instructions, I will make you look good after the competition!"
Sang Tu's face darkened, and he exerted all his strength with his feet, deliberately kicking down several pieces of gravel and smashing them down.
Cheng Ling secretly cried out that it was bad luck, the two of you fought, but I suffered the same disaster. However, he was well prepared. After dodging a wave of gravel, he deviated slightly from his position and continued upward.
Sangmu screamed strangely below, obviously feeling the pain of the falling gravel. This time, he calmed down and no longer dared to shout.
Gradually, everyone gradually approached the peak. Cheng Ling looked down and saw many figures squirming on the mountain shelter below. It was obvious that the subsequent contestants were also catching up.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Sang Mu's mouth, and he followed the same example, regardless of who was catching up at the bottom of the mountain, and kicked down a long string of gravel. Soon, there was a scream below, and some contestants fell directly from the mountain wall and died.
Everyone yelled angrily, and even Sangtu's followers felt it was too cruel. Several contestants were sharp-eyed and discovered that it was Sang Mu who did the trick, so they spread the news. As a result, everyone hated him even more!
Cheng Ling sighed inwardly, this Sang Mu was indeed an idiot, and hoped that Xiong Tianling and Long Peng would not be implicated. They are getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain, but Cheng Ling has still not exerted his strength. This victory does not belong to him. In order to deepen the discord between the father and son Sang Mo and Sang Tu, he must let Sang Tu win!
Less than half an hour later, Sangtu was finally the first to reach the top of the mountain. He took off the flag and waved it back and forth. Looking at the people below who were still climbing up, a trace of contempt flashed in their eyes, like a king looking down on his people.
"Young Patriarch is indeed brave, he came out on top in the second competition!" Cheng Ling also climbed to the top of the mountain a moment later, pretending to be out of breath, and congratulated Sang Tu.
Santu laughed, with a very proud expression on his face, and said, "You're not bad either!"
Cheng Ling pulled off the second flag and asked, "How should we go down next? Do we have to go back the same way?"
Santu said: "It doesn't have to be like this. The rope has been prepared on the back of the mountain. You can go down soon!"
Cheng Ling nodded and followed him towards the rope.
After the two left, dozens of followers and Sang Mu climbed to the top with great pains.
Sang Mu suffered the disadvantage of not having any weapons at his disposal, and his physical strength was extremely exhausted. Looking at the backs of Sang Tu and Cheng Ling in the distance, murderous intent flashed in their eyes! But he didn't know that while he hated Sang Tu and Cheng Ling, there were even more contestants who hated him.
When Sang Tu was the first to return to the finishing plain with the flag, Sang Mo's expression couldn't help but change. He did not congratulate aloud, but asked: "Sangtu, where is Sangmu?"
Sang Tu's eyes darkened and he said, "I don't know, I must be behind you!"
"Bastard, you are both contestants from the Wind Chaser Tribe. You should be helping each other, so why are you turning around alone?" Sang Mo's face darkened and he scolded without hesitation!
Sang Tu gritted his teeth and endured it, and after a moment he said: "My child has worked so hard to win the flag and returned. It is true that he did not notice any trace of Sang Mu. Please forgive me, father!"
The elder on the side took a step forward and said something in Sang Mo's ear, and then stopped him from continuing to curse. After a while, Sang Mu finally turned around, and Sang Mo was now in a state of lust.
Cheng Ling had seen everything that had happened before. He couldn't help but wonder: Sang Mo's attitude toward Sang Tu and Sang Mu seemed a bit unusual. How could he say that Sang Tu was his biological son? Why would he defend an outsider so much?
Not long after, the subsequent contestants turned around one by one, and both Xiong Tianling and Long Peng came back. Everyone waited patiently for another hour, and when no contestants came back, the elder announced again: "The second competition is over, and the third competition will be held tomorrow!"
Everyone dispersed, and Cheng Ling also returned to the camp. He was about to take a nap and then sneak to the valley to observe the disciples of the War Hall practicing their riding skills at night. However, Sancai, the errand boy, came to the door and said, "Chief, please ask the Great Protector to come over!"
Cheng Ling was confused and didn't know what the old man was looking for in the middle of the night. When I arrived at the tent, I discovered that there was not only the old man inside, but also a man covered in black robes, sitting there with his back turned.
The old man coughed dryly, sent three men out, and then said: "Little friend, I invited you over late at night. I have something to ask for." After saying that, he even winked at the man in black robe sitting there.
Cheng Ling said: "Old patriarch, I have a destiny, and I will do my best. I wonder if this friend is..."
The man stood up, took off the black robe covering his head and said, "Sangtu, I have something to ask Brother Cheng for advice!"
The person who came was actually Sangtu, the young leader of the Zhui Feng tribe, but why did Wei Ye come to find him and was still wrapped in a black robe?
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