Bring a scumbag girl to bully me, and you are afraid of using modern weapons.

"No, we can't move on..." A few people who climbed to the 37th step stopped because they couldn't stand the pressure and tried to pull out the artifact on this step.

Beitang Yuchen sniffed and climbed up another step. It was the 40th step, and there were still ten steps to go.

Daddy said he could definitely climb to the top.

But the steps became heavier.

He climbed up to the forty-second step using his hands and feet. Feeling a little tired, he took a short rest. He looked at the magic sword beside him and felt that it was not as powerful as the whip his mother gave to his great-grandmother. He could not accept it and had to continue climbing.

Beitang Yuan behind them also climbed up the 40th step with difficulty. The only people who could climb to this height were the father and son.

"I pulled it out!" A man who climbed to the 39th step pulled out a big knife and shouted happily.

Those who didn't pull out the artifact shook their heads and went down in disappointment.

In the end, only Beitang Yuan and his son were still climbing up.

Beitang Yuan climbed up the steps with great difficulty, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain on his back. He also saw three swords stuck at the top.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but there was an inexplicably familiar aura in those three artifacts.

Those who have already retreated are still standing at the bottom of the stairs, wanting to see what grade of artifact they can pull out?

When Beitang Yuchen climbed to the 46th step, he was pressed down by the resistance and could not stand up, but he still did not give up and climbed up bit by bit.

Daddy said he could climb up.

The three magic swords on the top of the mountain suddenly trembled slightly, making a "buzzing" sound.

At this moment, the fog dissipated and everyone saw the three swords at the top.

"This is the sound of the artifact resonating." Someone said in surprise.

"Really? Those three artifacts have been sitting there for who knows how many years. There were people who climbed to the top before, but none of them succeeded in pulling out those three swords."

"That means this child has an extraordinary destiny. Even the heavens are helping him."

When hearing these people talking, some people were happy while others were jealous and hateful.

Xie Jinglan and the other three were naturally happy, but the Shao family, the Qiao family, the Nangong family, the Han family and the Lei family all felt unhappy.

This family already has so many divine artifacts, so why do the divine artifacts above still favor them so much? This is too unfair.

The five families looked at each other secretly, determined not to let them get the artifact.

"Respect the elders!" Lei Yankun shouted.

"What's the matter? Tell me!" The elder's voice came faintly.

"There's something fishy going on with these guys." Lei Yankun pointed at Xie Jinglan and the others.

"Damn it! Do you want to die too? Do you want to end up like that Dong guy?" Xiao Jinzi waved his fist at those people.

The figure of Jianzhong Zunlao appeared in front of them, "You guys are causing trouble again."

"Respected elder, they have the Hunyuan Divine Sword and General Bing Ao's Qinglong Halberd on them, both of which were stolen. As the master of the Sword Tomb, you are in charge of all the divine weapons in the world. Don't you want to take care of this matter?" Lei Huokun said.

"A stolen artifact?" The Sword Tomb Elder narrowed his eyes. "The Hunyuan Divine Sword is one of the top ten divine swords. How could it be stolen so easily? If you have that kind of ability, go up and steal one for me!"

"Puchi..." Xie Jinglan and Xiao Jinzi couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha..." The crowd around also burst into laughter.

"Young Master Lei, why envy, jealousy, and hatred towards others? All the ownerless artifacts in the world are here, and there are quite a few in the top twenty. Why don't you go up and pull one down?"

"That's right! If you can take a divine weapon away from here, we will all respect you as a man!"

"Shut up, everyone!" Lei Yankun pointed at these people. "These people were originally lowly mortals. How did they get the Hunyuan Divine Sword and the Azure Dragon Halberd? Don't you think this is very suspicious?"

"No matter how suspicious it is, it was earned through their own abilities. Why are you jealous?"

"You can't get what you want, so you just envy and hate others. Is this what you call the magnanimity of the eight great families in Xiandu City?"

"Calling them lowly mortals? In the immortal world, whose ancestors didn't ascend from mortals? Insulting them is the same as insulting yourself."

Some people were offended by his term "lowly mortal".

They had long been fed up with the behavior of these young masters from aristocratic families, and raised doubts in front of the elder from Jianzhong.

It would be best to make them, like the Dong family, not allowed to set foot in this Sword Tomb Mountain again.

"Shut up, everyone. Those who don't want to take the sword, get out!" said the old man from Jianzhong.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

"Look! The kid has already climbed up the 49th step!" someone suddenly shouted.

Xie Jinglan looked over and saw that her son was almost at the top.

Beitang Yuan was still at the 42nd level, his feet unable to move any further. The resistance from the pressure was so strong that it scratched his face painfully.

He looked at the sword in the middle, and the sense of familiarity became more and more obvious.

But he had never been here before, so where did this sense of familiarity come from?

He resisted the resistance and raised his feet bit by bit with great effort, trying to go up to the next step. However, with his current strength, he could not withstand such strong pressure, and tiny cracks appeared on his face.

Beitang Yuan had no choice but to stop, knowing that he could not go any further, otherwise he would die from a ruptured blood vessel.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t see the magic sword. For some reason, it made such a sound to him, as if it was a call from the unknown.

Suddenly, some familiar yet unfamiliar images flashed through his mind, but when he wanted to take a closer look, those images disappeared again.

Seeing that he stopped, the magic sword trembled violently, as if sending him a strong signal.

"How is this possible?" The elder in Jianzhong thought that the abnormal behavior of the magic sword was caused by Beitang Yichen's approach, and was extremely surprised.

That is the divine sword that has always occupied the first place.

I remember that when this sword first arrived here, it domineeringly knocked away the divine sword that was originally in the first place.

The original number one sword was naturally unwilling to accept the defeat and launched an attack. The two artifacts fought fiercely for several days and nights. In the end, the newcomer won and firmly stood in the first place.

The original second place did not dare to provoke them and voluntarily retreated to third place.

Over the years, many people have been able to climb to the top of the mountain, but no one has been able to pull it down. Sometimes it even exudes murderous aura and injures others, not to mention actively sending out an invitation signal.

"Come!" Beitang Yuan stretched out his hand towards the magic sword as if possessed by a ghost.

The magic sword trembled violently a few times as if summoned by its master, and suddenly flew up from the ground and landed in Beitang Yuan's hands.

"How could it be him?" Jianzhong Zunlao was surprised again.

The divine sword actually bypassed the child and recognized a man who didn't climb up as its master?

I originally thought that based on the nature of this sword, its original owner must have been a domineering and unreasonable person, but I didn't expect it to be this man.

The elder Jianzhong looked at Beitang Yuan again, his eyes deep.