When Jing Yingrong's name was manifested by the spiritual pattern outside the seventh floor, the crowd of onlookers became noisy.
Many people are inquiring about this slightly unfamiliar name, so everyone has dug up news about Jing Yingrong from her participation in the Taichu Temple Recruitment Conference to her recent behavior.
While the monks were exchanging various information, they saw Jing Yingrong's name flashing and suddenly disappearing from the seventh floor.
"She's on the eighth floor?"
"No way, how could it be so fast?"
"Her name didn't appear on the eighth floor."
At this time, someone shouted in great surprise: "Look! She's back to the bottom!"
"What?!"
Everyone looked towards the bottom floor in disbelief. Sure enough, her name appeared in the spiritual patterns outside the bottom floor.
Everyone couldn't help but be in an uproar.
"How could this happen? There is no reason for a person who climbed to the seventh level so quickly to have such weak consciousness."
"Is this person a physical practitioner?"
"Even if it's physical training, this partial subject is too serious."
"Impossible! There's no way Miss Mirror is a physical practitioner!"
Someone said categorically.
Others asked: "How can you be so sure that she is not a physical practitioner?"
The man's face turned red and he said calmly: "The figure doesn't look like..."
The crowd roared with laughter.
Some people lamented: "It's such a pity. If we start all over again from the bottom, we won't be able to break into the top ten no matter how fast we do it."
"Yeah, I originally wanted to see her compete with those rookies."
"We can't argue, you didn't look at those monsters"
Before the man could finish speaking, the surroundings suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone looked straight at Qiong Tower, with astonished expressions on their faces, as if they had seen some incredible sight.
He didn't know why and asked, "What's wrong with you?" As he asked, he also followed the gaze of his companions.
Then, he showed the same expression.
The name that was still in the spiritual pattern on the bottom layer just now appeared on the seventh layer again.
This time difference would make it impossible for an outer disciple to climb from the bottom level to the seventh level.
"What...what's going on? Am I dazzled?"
"You're not dazzled, I saw it too, it just...it just happened in an instant!"
"What a joke! This is impossible!"
"That's right! It's impossible. How can you run from the bottom to the seventh floor all at once? Are all the agencies just decorations?"
The crowd went wild.
In the commotion, someone put forward an idea: "Could there be a malfunction in the operation of the spiritual pattern?"
"This has never happened before, but it's hard to say."
"Then do we have to report it to the elders and let the sect send someone to check?"
"Hmph, why don't you think there is something wrong with this person?"
A monk said in a sharp tone.
"What's the meaning?"
The man said: "Don't you think it's strange? A Jindan monk who participated in the climbing activity for the first time actually reached the seventh floor in such a short time. Even those geniuses couldn't do it when they first participated. Can you do it?”
After hearing this, everyone started thinking.
"You are right, this is indeed a bit abnormal."
"But what if they rely on their true abilities?"
"Real ability? Huh, looking at the past disciples, how many of them can achieve this level? If she has real ability, it means that she must be a rare talent that is rare in a thousand years. If so, how can the sect treat her like a genius? Put it outside the door? Not to mention, letting her do work or something is a waste of talent."
The surrounding area fell into silence because of these words, and many people had doubts on their faces.
"So, what you mean is..."
"This person is very likely to cheat!"
He finished speaking. By coincidence, Jing Yingrong's name disappeared from the seventh floor again.
Immediately, he appeared on the eighth floor.
"hiss"
Everyone gasped.
The man was also shocked by this, and then he said more and more excitedly: "Look, have you seen it, right? This is not the strength that an outer disciple should have at all! I dare say that there is definitely something wrong with this person!"
Many people have been shaken. Although some people have raised questions such as "how can cheating be extremely difficult?", they have all been drowned in the anger of the crowd.
"How can you cheat in the competition!"
"Cheating is too abominable, and this kind of behavior must not be tolerated."
"Yes, you must report it to the elders!"
"This person cannot be allowed to disrupt the order of fair competition!"
"Even if it's not cheating, we still have to figure out why she climbed the tower so quickly."
"Yes, that's important."
Some people who have dealt with Jing Yingrong tried to refute those people's accusations and curses, but their words seemed very weak in the face of most people whose emotions had been aroused.
At this moment, Jing Yingrong raised his right hand facing the fusiform lens.
After instantly shattering the lens and restoring it several times, she finally learned the upper limit of the lens' endurance, and then fired an attack composed of diluted spiritual power.
In the eyes of Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui next to them, Jing Yingrong just raised his right hand. Then, the lens vibrated slightly, and Jing Yingrong's figure disappeared in an instant.
The two looked at each other.
Shu Pinghui saw Lan Chucui's expression for the first time, but she couldn't care less about Lan Chucui's thoughts at the moment.
"I...am dreaming?"
She murmured with straight eyes.
When Jing Yingrong's name appeared on the ninth floor, alongside Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen, the crowd outside Qiong Tower was completely excited.
Especially the supporters of those two people were extremely emotional. It could be said that for the first time, they reached a consensus and required the sect to severely punish Jing Yingrong for his cheating behavior.
No matter how noisy outside, it can't affect the inside of Qiong Tower.
The ninth floor.
Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen were playing chess.
Seeing this scene, even Jing Yingrong was stunned for a moment.
Yin Xueze looked calm, and his handsome face showed a bit of refinement, not as violent as usual; Wu Yaochen looked relaxed and calm, with a smile hidden at the corner of his mouth.
Different from the peaceful appearance of the two of them, the chessboard was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the sky was on fire.
This is not just a description, but a scene of visions created by the chessboard behind the two of them.
Neither of them noticed Jing Yingrong's arrival. Jing Yingrong stood aside and watched the battle on the chessboard for a while, then asked aloud:
"Can only the winner go up?"
The two of them paused for a moment, then turned to look at Jing Yingrong.
Yin Xueze had no expression. Wu Yaochen was slightly surprised, but not too surprised.
"Senior Sister Jing came faster than I expected," he chuckled. "The winner will go to the top floor first, but you have to wait for someone to play against you."
Jing Yingrong shook her head: "I can't play chess, so I won't wait."
After that, her figure disappeared on the ninth floor.
Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen were both stunned.
The two looked at each other, and then unanimously decided to tie the chess game.
Therefore, the two of them reached the top floor at the same time.
