Chapter 88

In a blink of an eye, Su Zimo worshipped into the sect for more than two months.

Half of the year has passed.

On this day, Su Zimo was thinking about the method of gathering spirits in the cave. With the movement of Linghu's ears, he faintly heard the sound of someone flying a sword, and was galloping in this direction.

Before long, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Brother, open the door, are you there?" The little fat man's voice came.

Su Zimo just got a little inspiration, he was interrupted, sighed in his heart, floated down from the stone bed, opened the cave and walked out, Linghu followed behind.

This Linghu was taller than the little fat man, with a look of suffocation, the little fat man suddenly saw it, was shocked, and almost fleeed from the place with a flying sword.

Seeing the spirit beast token hanging on Linghu's neck, the little fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled: "The eldest brother is still amazing, so he actually brought the spirit beast."

"What's the matter, so anxious?" Su Zimo saw the fine sweat dripping from the tip of the little fat man's nose, and he rushed forward with all his strength when something seemed to be happening outside.

The little fat man slapped his forehead and quickly said, "Big Brother, it's not good, your Qifeng disciple and Lingfeng disciple have fought, and they are in the Lingfeng Arena!"

"Um?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly and asked, "Speak slowly, what's the matter?"

"That's it."

The little fat man sorted out his thoughts and explained the ins and outs of the matter.

Su Zimo's eyes gradually cooled.

It turned out that the root of the conflict between the disciples of the two peaks was still in his body.

During this period of time, Su Zimo stayed simple and rarely showed up. As Qifeng did not participate in the assessment at the end of the month, he even faced Feng Haoyu's challenge. He didn't even say a word, but Feng Haoyu thought he was ignored. NS.

This is simply a shame!

Lingfeng disciples naturally ridiculed themselves, saying that Su Zimo of Qifeng was a tortoise with a shrunken head, and he didn't dare to challenge something like that.

When Qifeng disciple heard this, he was naturally uncomfortable, and the two sides kept arguing during this period.

Until today, the conflict broke out completely, and the disciples of the two peaks got together for a fight.

In all fairness, except for Su Zimo, the disciples selected for Qifeng do not have a root of heaven, and they are not good at fighting among cultivators.

Most of the Qifeng disciples' thoughts are on the promotion of cultivation level and refining tools.

Qifeng disciples of the same realm, Qifeng disciples are far from the opponents of Lingfeng disciples, and even if the cultivation realm is higher than one level, they may lose.

This time, Qifeng would never win!

Su Zimo didn't say a word, but offered his flying sword, and said in a deep voice, "Go, go to Lingfeng!"

Linghu jumped up too. As a spirit beast, he naturally had to follow Su Zimo.

During this period of time, Su Zimo's cultivation base has been raised to the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and at full speed, the speed of the flying sword is almost the same as that of the little fat man on the seventh level of Qi Condensation!

You know, the little fat man is also the root of heaven.

And the speed of the two is the same, which means that Su Zimo's aura quality is higher than that of Fatty!

"It doesn't make sense."

The little fat man was amazed.

"Brother, don't be impulsive for a while." Seeing that he was about to reach Lingfeng, the little fat man saw Su Zimo's expression cold, fearing that he would do something extraordinary, and quickly persuaded him.

Su Zimo is noncommittal.

In Misty Peak, monks should not fight and fight at will. If there are conflicts and grievances, they will have to go to the battlefield.

On the five peaks, there are spirit battlefields, located to the west of each peak.

The West is gold, the main killer!

Even in the spirit battle arena, cultivators can't fight for life and death, abandon the cultivation base, as long as they distinguish between superiors and inferior ones.

Of course, in fighting, especially fighting between cultivators of similar strength, they often only fight for a moment, and it is difficult to stop. There have also been cases of defeating the same door in the spirit battle arena.

Soon, Su Zimo and Little Fatty came to the sky above Lingfeng. There was a dense crowd of people standing in an area in the west, and many disciples were watching.

The two Su Zimo landed outside the spirit arena.

"Get out, get out!" Relying on the fat body, the little fat man squeezed a path abruptly.

Many Lingfeng disciples were about to turn their heads to curse, but when they saw the Linghu behind Su Zimo, they were instantly shocked, and they suffocated their words.

In front of Su Zimo, Linghu was as clever as a kitten, came outside, suddenly looked majestic, and let out a low growl from time to time, showing his ferocity!

It didn't take long for the two to come to the front of the crowd.

At least two thousand trial disciples were onlookers around the Lingdou Arena. Not only the Lingfeng and Qifeng, but the disciples of the other three peaks also rushed to hear the news.

The movement of this engagement is not small, it can be described as Wufeng shaking!

Most of those who can stand at the forefront of the crowd are the leaders of the spirit peaks or the geniuses of the peaks. Among them, Leng Rou, who has the roots of ice spirits, is also watching the battle, his expression is as cold as ever.

On the Lingfeng arena, an eighth-level qi-trainer of Lingfeng is fighting with Xue Yi of Qifeng.

Xue Yi is the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and he is even higher than this person in the realm of cultivation, but now he is completely suppressed and is at a disadvantage.

The methods used by Qi Qi practitioners to fight against each other are relatively scarce, and nothing more than external objects such as spirit instruments and talisman.

Although they were all driving a flying sword, in the hands of the eighth-tier qi practitioners of Lingfeng, the flying sword appeared extremely flexible and elegant, pervasive, and always suppressing Xue Yi.

Xue Yi's manipulation of Feijian was a lot clumsy.

"This person's name is Sun Tao, Tianlinggen, and it's nothing in the spirit peak, just listen to Feng Haoyu. Humph, brother, don't think I am the seventh layer of Qi Condensing, but who is better than this person The negative is still unknown." The little fat man whispered from the side.

Su Zimo nodded, his gaze rolled, and he looked at Feng Haoyu, who was wearing a purple robe and looked arrogant and arrogant.

At this moment, Feng Haoyu also turned his head and saw Su Zimo.

A hint of playfulness flashed in Feng Haoyu's eyes.

"Hehe, are you finally willing to show up."

Feng Haoyu sneered in his heart, and suddenly raised his voice: "Sun Tao, don't delay, win quickly, Qifeng's'genius' is here to watch the battle."

Feng Haoyu bit the word genius very hard, and immediately, countless eyes fell on Su Zimo.

Leng Rou turned her eyes slightly, glanced at Su Zimo lightly, and turned her head.

In the fierce fight, Sun Tao could still take a distracted look outside the court.

After seeing Su Zimo, Sun Tao let out a big laugh, pinched the tactics with both hands, the aura on the flying sword was great, his power exploded, and the flying sword of Xue Yi instantly swept away, and a sword pierced Xue Yi's chest!

A trace of panic flashed in Xue Yi's eyes, trying to dodge, but looking at the stabbing Feijian, his body was a little stiff.

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes.

Seeing that Feijian was about to pierce Xue Yi's chest, Sun Tao chuckled again and turned the tip of the sword slightly upwards.

Pouch!

Feijian passed through Xue Yi's shoulder blade, bringing out a lock of blood.

Xue Yi snorted, staggered by this force, and fell off the battlefield.

Several Qifeng disciples hurriedly helped Xue Yi back and sprinkled golden sore medicine on the wound, which gradually stopped the bleeding.

The disciple Qifeng glared at him, looking at Sun Tao who had come down from the battle arena, and shouted loudly: "Obviously, you have already distinguished yourself, why are you still hurting people!"

"Hmph, the skills are not as good as humans, who is to blame."

Sun Tao said with a sneer: "Your Qifeng can also quarrel, so what about the nine levels of Qi Condensation? The cultivation level is one level higher than mine, which is nothing more than that in my Sun Tao's eyes!"