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"Welcome to the Cangzhou Grand Competition. Today's competition will reveal the final ranking. Let us wait and see."

Above the ring, the referee and host was speaking loudly, mobilizing the moods of countless monks below.

"Next, I invite the Lord City Master!"

Following the referee's words, Yu Qingshan floated down from the red carpet and landed steadily on the ring.

"Everyone, today's competition is different from previous years. The location of this competition is in the space where the "Secret Sword Collection" is stored!" While speaking, Yu Qingshan waved his hand, and a door of light appeared in front of the ring superior.

"Through this light door, you can enter the place where the "Secret Sword Collection" is stored. That place, I call it the Ladder, and what it looks like inside, you can experience it yourself!" Yu Qingshan said heavily.

"So, are you ready?"

Under the stage, the thirteen finalists nodded in unison, their eyes full of determination and longing.

"Get started!" With a wave of Yu Qingshan's hand, the light gate suddenly brightened up, and in the middle of the light gate, strange spatial fluctuations flashed continuously, which was very magical.

"Whoosh-"

As soon as the words fell, thirteen figures rose from the ground, like bolts of lightning, shooting towards the light gate.

In a blink of an eye, all thirteen figures fell into the light gate and disappeared.

Seeing this, Yu Qingshan waved his hand again, and saw a huge mirror suddenly appearing beside the light gate, and on the mirror, clear images appeared one after another.

These images are exactly the previous thirteen contestants.

This is a huge palace, one step after another continues to extend upwards, and one can vaguely see that at the end of the steps, there is a cyan light shining.

"That's the "Secret Sword Collection", right?" Everyone's hearts moved, and a strong longing flashed in their eyes.

Chen Feng pulled Meng Qiuling's sleeve, and whispered: "Let's not move, there seems to be a fraud on this step."

Meng Qiuling looked at the steps suspiciously, but finally nodded.

"Quick, the secret sword book is there, only the top ten can get it!"

Someone yelled, and the eight figures shot out with a "bass", trying to rush over the steps to get the "Secret Sword Collection" that was glowing blue.

Of course, apart from Chen Feng and Meng Qiuling, there were three other people who were extremely calm. They looked at the eight rushing people mockingly, with a bit of playfulness in their eyes.Among these three people, one of them is Zhang Chenfei.

"These idiots, if this ladder is so easy to climb, how can it be used as a venue for our competition?" A monk said disdainfully, this person is the young master of the Feng family, one of the three aristocratic families, Feng Rao.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

Suddenly, there was a burst of loud noises, and everyone looked up, and saw that among the eight monks just now, four or five monks only rushed a few steps, as if they had hit a wall of energy at the same time, and they were all bounced back. , down to the beginning of the ladder.

There were still a few people who were still rushing upwards, but after a short while, they bounced back one by one and landed at the starting point.

"This staircase is evil!" The eight people yelled cursingly, but their steps continued to move forward.

However, it didn't take long for these people to be bounced back again.

"It seems that it is really not easy to climb this ladder." Chen Feng smiled at Meng Qiuling.

At this moment, Zhang Chenfei looked at Chen Feng provocatively, and said in a bad tone, "Chen Feng, do you dare to compare with me?"

"Why don't you dare?" Chen Feng laughed and said, his momentum was not weak at all.

"Alright, I'll wait for you on the ladder!"

Zhang Chenfei smiled cruelly, and walked towards the ladder first.

Just as Chen Feng was about to take a step, he felt his big hand being held in a soft and smooth way.

"Chen Feng..." Meng Qiuling said.

"En?" Chen Feng turned his head back.

"Be careful!" Meng Qiuling reminded in a low voice with pink cheeks.

Chen Feng smiled, and he was very happy in his smile: "Don't worry, you should also be careful."

After finishing speaking, he quickly chased after Zhang Chenfei, and stood side by side with Zhang Chenfei in a blink of an eye.

"start!"

As if they had a tacit understanding, the two shouted almost at the same time.

Then, the bodies of the two quickly rushed up the ladder.

"tread--"

The right feet of the two stepped onto the first step of the ladder?

"Ok?"

The brows of the two frowned at the same time, because, the moment their right foot stepped on the ladder, a strong resistance immediately acted on them.

This resistance has no lethal force, it is purely a blocking force, acting in front of the two, it seems that the purpose is to push the two out of the ladder.

However, the resistance of the first level was simply child's play for the two of them. With almost no effort, the two of them broke through the resistance in an instant and rushed towards the top of the ladder.

Soon, the position of the two had reached the highest point climbed by the previous group of people.

However, this is not the focus of the two of them. The resistance here still has no pressure on them.Chen Feng and Zhang Chenfei turned into two afterimages, sprinting upwards side by side.

At the bottom of the ladder, those masters who hadn't set off finally couldn't bear it anymore.

They all raised their steps together and rushed up towards the ladder.

After entering the ladder, they already understood that the rule of this last round should be to see who can go further on the ladder.

"As long as you are in the top ten, you can get access to the 'Secret Sword Collection', fight!"

Almost everyone held this belief and didn't want to be the last three eliminated.

All of a sudden, the competition on the ladder was unprecedentedly fierce.

Outside the ladder space, many monks looked at the giant mirror above the ring with admiration. In the mirror, every move, every word and deed of the thirteen contestants in the ladder was clearly reflected.

Among them, Chen Feng and Zhang Chenfei were the two players who gathered the most attention.

On the red carpet, Zhang He frowned, staring at Chen Feng with a faint killing intent.

The killing intent was very weak, but he was still noticed by a giant beside him.

"Haha, Zhang He, it seems that your son has met an opponent."

This person is Feng Cheng, the Patriarch of the Feng Family, and he is quite at odds with Zhang He, so he will make some sarcastic remarks whenever he has the opportunity.

"Hmph? That mountain boy is worthy of fighting with my child? It's purely self-defeating!"

Zhang He said with a cold face.

"Yo, that's what I said, what are you so excited about? Could it be that you are really scared?"

"Hmph!" Zhang He ignored it, but the killing intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"This is Chen Feng?"

In a remote corner under the arena, a young man proudly looked at the image of Chen Feng on the giant mirror, and asked a person behind him.

This person is the youth on the cliff before.

"Young master, this person is Chen Feng!" The scary person behind said respectfully.

The corner of the young man's mouth curled up in disdain: "Chen Feng, that's all..."