Just when Zhou Baopu was emerging and moving forward bravely, suddenly, the middle-aged deacon looked at Zhou Baopu and spit out a hint of joking.
Zhu Kuang, who had been watching the middle-aged deacon all the time, saw this and followed the middle-aged deacon's gaze, and couldn't help but sweat for Zhou Baopu.
Because Zhou Baopu, who had been far ahead before, actually stopped, not because he didn't want to climb up any more, but because there was an obstacle in front of him, and this obstacle directly caused Zhou Baopu to stop. , because he knew that to overcome the immediate difficulties first, he must use some means.
It turned out that at this moment, the area within about three meters above Zhou Baopu was as smooth as a mirror, not to mention there were any raised or sunken stones.
Zhou Baopu's arms were simply not long enough, and the bump closest to him was three meters away. It was as if when he was driving on the road, he suddenly found that the road ahead was broken, leaving him unable to do anything. Passing or detouring is impossible.
Each assessor has his own fixed route. If you abandon these routes, you will undoubtedly avoid difficulties. Even if you are the first to reach the top of the mountain, you may not be able to do anything due to violations. Maybe not only that, Even Zhou Baopu would receive some other punishment.
"How could you let him climb that route? It's too difficult?"
Seeing the middle-aged deacon looking gloating at his misfortune, Zhu Kuang, contrary to his previous gentleness and honesty, actually opened his mouth to question.
"Are you questioning me?"
The middle-aged deacon, who was originally happy that Zhou Baopu was blocked, immediately became unhappy when he saw Zhu Kuang like this.
The middle-aged deacon never thought that Zhu Kuang, who had allowed him to criticize him in the past, would actually have the courage to resist him because of Zhou Baopu. This invisibly made the middle-aged deacon hate Zhou Baopu for this reason in addition to other reasons.
"We are all deacons of Tianfu Tower, and you often question me. Don't I even have the right to question you? You are just a young deacon like me, and you are just a young deacon because of your age. Look, I'm more promising than you, why can't I question you?"
Seeing the middle-aged deacon being speechless by his refutation, Zhu Kuang didn't give the middle-aged man any chance to refute. Seeing the opportunity, he quickly began to walk aside, leaving the middle-aged deacon standing in the distance, his face turning green and red, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The reason why Zhu Kuang dared to say this was, on the one hand, because he was really fed up with the middle-aged deacon's exclusion of him, and on the other hand, because Zhu Kuang knew Zhou Baopu's backstage very well.
Between the landlord of Tianfu Building and the deacon of Tianfu Building, if you choose a camp to stand in, as long as there is no brain problem, I am afraid that you will choose Fu Chi. So you know what is going on, Zhu Kuang will choose to resist the middle-aged man like this Deacon, that is reasonable.
Zhou Baopu had stopped for a long time, and the two people beside him had slowly climbed up from under him. The original leading advantage gradually began to fall behind. After all, one is still and the other is moving. The result of this strong contrast is that Zhou Baopu lags behind more and more.
Zhu Kuang was a little anxious when he saw the dilemma Zhou Baopu was facing. If Zhou Baopu could not overcome the difficulties before him, let alone have no hope of entering the ranks of core disciples, even entering the outer gate of Tianfu Tower would be a mess. A debatable question.
The reason why Zhou Baopu stopped did not mean that he gave up moving forward, but the reason was the opposite.
Zhou Baopu's pause was just to prepare for the explosion later. By this time, Zhou Baopu no longer cared about hiding his secrets. I originally thought that this last trump card could be used until the end, but now, Zhou Baopu couldn't care less.
With his left hand, he grabbed the bulge fiercely, and with his feet firmly attached to the cliff, Zhou Baopu's right hand quietly left the cliff and came to his waist.
On his waist, his truest companion, the pitch-black curved sickle, had always been lying across his waist.
When Zhou Baopu's right hand grasped the handle of the sickle, he suddenly twitched it, and the dark curved sickle broke away from Zhou Baopu's waist and appeared in the void.
His eyes poured down from the eastern sky, blinking his mischievous eyes, quietly staring at all things in time. The moment Zhou Baopu pulled out the sickle, even the orange sunlight seemed to be aware of it and rushed towards the sickle.
The originally unintentional interruption of the sun has already annoyed the dark curved sickle. The bright white sickle body of the curved sickle reflects the bright sunshine and reflects a brighter white light, which almost makes the middle-aged deacon and Zhu Kuang. His eyes burned.
For the first time, Zhu Kuang and the middle-aged deacon felt that the sickle in Zhou Baopu's waist was not simple.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, Zhou Baopu naturally wouldn't pay attention, and now that he was in a difficult situation, he wouldn't have any other ideas at all. Apart from solving the current dilemma as soon as possible, Zhou Baopu had no other thoughts.
With the sickle in hand, Zhou Baopu's whole aura could not help but change suddenly, as if a person suddenly had bottomless confidence in times of crisis. Even Zhou Baopu's expression changed from the embarrassment before to one of boundless confidence.
Holding the handle of the sickle in his right hand, Zhou Baopu smashed the sickle onto the cliff above his head without hesitation. As if there was a precious medicinal herb growing on the cliff, Zhou Baopu started digging carefully and skillfully. The pitch-black curved sickle danced flexibly in Zhou Baopu's hand, and a small concave nest for Zhou Baopu to climb was finally reclaimed by Zhou Baopu.
With the first one, there will be the second one. With the dancing of Zhou Baopu's sickle, Zhou Baopu slowly opened up the small nests one by one.
Although this might not be a big deal in Zhou Baopu's eyes, it was different in Zhu Kuang's eyes.
Zhou Baopu's movements may not be called fast, but they are actually very even, almost opening up each nest at a constant speed. This can easily give people the illusion that Zhou Baopu has been specially trained in this area beforehand.
Of course, Zhu Kuang would not know that Zhou Baopu had a background in medicine gathering. He also wouldn't know that sometimes in order to pick a precious medicinal herb, Zhou Baopu had to go through more complicated efforts than this before he could actually pick the target medicinal herb into his medicine basket.
Just like this, two grooves were dug, and Zhou Baopu's body moved partially upward. As time passed, at this constant speed, Zhou Baopu's body finally crawled across the three-meter area. Looking at the rugged cliff in front of him, Zhou Baopu's lips showed a confident smile.
It seemed that such labor did not make Zhou Baopu tired. On the contrary, after these pauses, Zhou Baopu became more flexible after crawling over those smooth areas. Those who had surpassed him before People are gradually overtaken by him, and in the end they are even surpassed by his swiftness.