While the two were talking, another female disciple arrived late.
"Yeah, sorry... I'm late."
Chunxia: "Dai Tao, why do you carry such a big burden?"
The girl named Dai Tao has a delicate appearance and wears a pair of high buns. From a distance, she looks as cute as bunny ears. This is her special symbol.
She was wearing a pink gown, and her figure was slender, even smaller than in spring and summer, so the package behind her became even more bulky.
The snail carries a heavy shell, but it looks easier than she does.
Dai Tao: "My brother prepared too many bags for me, so I was delayed."
Chunxia: "Where is your storage bag?"
Dai Tao smiled and said, "It's full."
Everyone: "..."
The storage bag is still full. Is this reasonable? ! !
Poor Zhao Yisu looked at him with greed and couldn't help but ask: "Who is this..."
Chunxia explained in a low voice: "Have you heard what Nan Qiao and Bei Dai said?"
Zhao Yisu could only shake his head.
"There are two big families in the Eastern Continent, which control the most important mineral resources in the world. The south refers to the Qiao family in Qizhou, and the north refers to the Dai family in Sezhou. This Dai Tao is the youngest daughter of the Dai family. She has been doted on since she was a child. Now He practiced under the master Tingxi. There were also elders from the Dai Tao family who also entered Fuxi Mountain, and the one with the highest cultivation level was the fifth grade. They probably knew that Dai Tao was going to climb the Tibetan Treasure Tower, so they made more complete preparations for Dai Tao. "
Zhao Yisu was extremely jealous: "Is this called more thorough?"
Chunxia seconded the opinion: "It's indeed a bit exaggerated. An ordinary monk in our family can only fill the storage bag to about 70-80% full."
Zhao Yisu: "..." A score of seven or eight is outrageous! Where did you get all your money? Everyone is a third-grade monk, why am I so poor!
Jealousy made Zhao Yisu's expression a little distorted: "Remove the word 'we', my storage bag is so empty."
Chunxia stared with round eyes: "Why aren't you fully prepared? There is only one chance to climb the tower. This is the most important achievement of a third-grade disciple. The higher the level you climb, the more magic weapons you get. The better it is, the more prestigious it will be among disciples of the same level, which is a major event involving the allocation of future cultivation resources!"
Zhao Yisu: "Uh..." I have a system.
From the beginning, she didn't come here for the magic weapon in the tower.
Chun Xia felt very sorry for her and reluctantly took out two pills from her storage bag and gave them to her. Zhao Yisu saw her distressed look and declined directly.
Chunxia: "Don't regret it..." He said it politely, but he quickly took back the elixir in his hand, thinking that Senior Sister Zhao would still be a good person.
The gatekeeper disciples of the Tibetan Treasure Tower had already begun to roll their names, but everyone was silent.
After checking the tokens and confirming that they were correct, the gatekeeper disciples issued a bell to each person and announced that the tower was open and allowed.
Golden light suddenly appeared on the top of the tower, a crack opened in the barrier, and eighteen disciples filed in.
Wang Polu walked in the front.
Before entering the tower, Master Midang Zhenren taught him many experiences, and he confidently went straight to the sixtieth floor, walking as fast as flying.
Not to be outdone, Chun Xia follows closely behind.
Zhao Yisu was more curious about the situation inside the tower, so he walked very slowly and was at the end of the team.
In front of her, two disciples were chatting together in a low voice:
"It is said that everyone who enters the tower must leave a trace of spiritual consciousness on the level where the magic weapon is taken. Over the years, the tower has been shrouded by the spiritual consciousness of many third-grade monks, forming an invisible pressure. Those who have climbed to the top are monks with high qualifications, and the power of their spiritual consciousness left behind will be stronger."
"If Senior Brother Duanyang wants to climb to the ninety-ninth floor, doesn't he have to surpass the spiritual consciousness of many seniors? Master Suiying, the current leader, and countless talented people from Fuxi Mountain, the spiritual consciousness they left behind when they were in the third level is actually None of them could stop Senior Brother Duanyang..."
"Yes, it is said that the senior who climbed to the ninety-eighth floor set a record millions of years ago, when the spiritual energy of the continent was still strong, unlike today, where resources are withering. How can Senior Brother Duanyang survive in such a difficult era for cultivating immortals? Climbing to the top is a great encouragement to the disciples of Fuxi Mountain, and the leader opening an altar to worship ancestors also means to tell the world."
"Senior Sister Dai, what level is your target?" A disciple in blue clothes walking in the center suddenly asked.
Carrying a heavy package on her back, Dai Tao answered while climbing the steps: "Senior Sister Ren is a genius. She climbed to the eighty-second floor. My qualifications are average, and I will be satisfied if I can climb more than sixty floors."
"Are you talking about Ren Qingyin? She is a genius of the first level of Shuanglinggen and the daughter of the leader. How come she only climbed to the eighty-second floor?" A disciple in a blue shirt asked with a somewhat arrogant tone. .
The disciple in blue replied: "Talent? What you said is a bit insulting. Those who can reach the seventyth floor of this tower are considered outstanding disciples. From the seventyth floor up, the difficulty doubles for each higher floor, not the first sixty." Levels can be compared. There are so many geniuses in Fuxi Mountain, but for tens of thousands of years, only a few can reach the ninetieth level. In other words, Senior Sister Ren who can climb to the eighty-second level is already considered top-notch."
The disciple in green shirt disagreed: "As the daughter of the head of the sect, how many resources has she enjoyed along the way to immortality? With her heavenly qualifications and accumulated wealth, how dare she climb to the 82nd floor to be called outstanding?!"
"Guo Bannong, don't speak so harshly."
It turns out that this disciple in green shirt is called Guo Bannong.
Guo Bannong: "Why, why don't we let people complain if we don't do well? If I could be reincarnated and become the son of the leader, I would have to climb ninety floors before I die so that I don't bring shame to the leader."
"Stop arguing and save your energy to climb the tower." Someone stepped forward to smooth things over and separate the two quarreling people.
Calm returned to the tower temporarily.
Zhao Yisu glanced at Guo Bannong silently. This man spoke with a bit of anger, had an aloof personality, and was not lovable. But these have nothing to do with her, just don't cause conflicts.
While talking, the group of people had climbed to the thirtieth floor.
This is the first watershed in the Hidden Treasure Tower. Climbing to the 30th floor is considered to have reached the passing mark. You will not be laughed at after you get out.
But as you go up to the 30th floor, the pressure from the spiritual consciousness left by tens of thousands of years of monks becomes more and more obvious. You need to carefully allocate the resources you carry with you and plan for the loss of spiritual energy in order to climb as high as possible.
At this time, Chun Xia, Wang Polu, Jiang Yunchen and other first echelons had disappeared.
Zhao Yisu followed the team calmly and acted calmly.
Starting from this level, several monks took out the talisman pills from their storage bags and began to replenish the spiritual energy they had consumed.
Only Guo Bannong remained unmoved and looked at the other monks with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Zhao Yisu originally wanted to be a low-key and transparent person. Although she did not feel any loss of spiritual power, she still pretended to take a pill and meditate in place to adjust her breath.
After a while, several people were the first to open their eyes and climb up. Zhao Yisu then stood up and continued to hang at the end of the team.
This time they reached the fortieth floor.
Some monks were already feeling obvious pain, and large drops of sweat fell from their faces, hitting the silent tower with an obvious sound.
Dai Tao has also eaten most of the pills in the huge backpack behind him, and is in pretty good shape at this time.
Guo Bannong's face was a little pale, but he had not replenished the elixir even once, which made Zhao Yisu take a second look.
Kuang requires crazy capital, and Guo Bannong barely qualified.
They walked forward for a while, the team's progress became slower and slower, and everyone's face showed varying degrees of pain. Guo Bannong, who was leading the way in the front row just now, has fallen to the end of the team, almost shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Yisu.
Zhao Yisu could smell a trace of blood from his breath. It seemed that this arrogant guy was holding on very hard, but up to this point, Guo Bannong still hadn't taken any medicine.
Gritting my teeth and climbing to the fiftieth floor, a clear bell suddenly sounded in the tower.
Dai Tao: "Someone came out of the tower."
