Chapter 89

During the whole process, Su Zimo didn't say a word, calmly scaring people.

Standing next to him, the little fat man could naturally feel the fierce aura radiating from Su Zimo's body, which was extremely terrifying!

"Brother, if you want to fight, don't do it below. The rules of the sect, if the cultivators are to learn from each other, you can only go to the spirit arena."

Although Su Zimo only has six layers of Qi condensing, for some reason, the little fat man always thought that Su Zimo was very powerful.

Powerful and terrible!

Su Zimo stepped forward and looked at Xue Yi's wound.

This sword pierced the shoulder blades, and it would be difficult to recover without a month.

Xue Yi's face was pale, and after seeing Su Zimo, he forced a smile and said, "Junior Brother Su, you are here too."

"Um."

Su Zimo nodded and said in a deep voice: "Brother, take care of your injuries, I'll help you out with this tone."

"do not!"

Xue Yi's expression changed, he quickly grabbed Su Zimo's arm and shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Su, you must not be fooled! What they did was to motivate you to go to the battle arena and severely wound you so that you could not participate. The Qifeng at the end of the year is more artful."

"Yes, Junior Brother Su, don't care about our business, as long as Qifeng at the end of the year is better than Feng Haoyu in art, even if it is venting for us." The Qifeng disciple next to him also quickly persuaded.

Su Zimo shook his head.

Seeing this scene, Xue Yi was even more anxious, and said: "Junior Brother Su, you have been in the sect for less than three months, and you haven't come to Lingfeng to hear how the monks fight and fight, and what can you compare with others? At the sixth level of Qi, the elder brother is defeated at the ninth level of Qi Condensing, don't be stupid!"

Although Xue Yi's words were not pleasant to hear, his concern was beyond words.

"Ah..."

Sun Tao, who had just stepped out of the spirit battle arena, passed by Su Zimo and the others. He heard a sudden chuckle, raised his eyebrows and said: "If Junior Brother Su wants to compare, my Lingfeng disciple also has the sixth layer of Qi Condensation. No matter how bad, how about finding someone with the fifth layer of condensing energy to make gestures with you?"

"Ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Junior Brother Su, I am the fifth layer of Qi Condensing, and I would like to fight with you in the spirit battlefield. Can you dare to fight?" A Lingfeng disciple stood up.

Another Lingfeng disciple said loudly: "Junior Brother Su, you and I worship into the sect together. Now, although I am only on the fourth layer of Qi Condensing, I dare to compete with you!"

Feng Haoyu looked at Su Zimo and said leisurely: "If you want to find a Qi Condensing third-tier Qi trainer as your opponent, Lingfeng is really gone."

Hahaha!

The laughter in the crowd was more vigorous.

"Too much bullying!" Qifeng's disciples were pale with anger.

The little fat man sighed aside.

After all, he was also a person in Lingfeng, although he was on Su Zimo's side in his heart, he couldn't say anything at this time.

Xue Yi covered his wound and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Su, let's go back and don't be fooled."

"This incident started because of me, and it should be ended by me."

As soon as the voice fell, Su Zimo's eyes turned and fell on Feng Haoyu, and slowly said: "Feng Haoyu, for the sake of the false name of the three peaks, you made so many things secretly and secretly. Originally, I thought you were It's a personal thing, now..."

Su Zimo did not go on, but shook his head.

A cold light flashed in Feng Haoyu's eyes, and asked coldly, "Su Zimo, what do you mean?"

"Don't you keep fighting with me?"

Su Zimo said: "As you wish, go to the spirit battle arena!"

The voice in the crowd gradually faded.

Everyone looked at Su Zimo with a look of astonishment, and couldn't believe what they had just heard.

Su Zimo wants to challenge Feng Haoyu?

One is the sixth level of condensing air, and the other is the eighth level of condensing air.

One is a disciple of Qifeng, who is not good at fighting, and the other is Lingfeng's first genius!

The gap between the two sides is like a cloud of mud!

The little fat man was also stunned.

Although he thinks Su Zimo is very strong, he is not yet strong enough to challenge Feng Haoyu.

Now, Su Zimo directly declared war on Feng Haoyu, instantly messing up the little fat man.

"Junior Brother Su, don't you, don't do this!" Xue Yi thought that Su Zimo was too young, and he was impulsive and ignored anything, so he challenged Feng Haoyu.

"Hahahahaha!"

After a brief silence, there was a louder laughter from the crowd.

Some Lingfeng disciples clutched their stomachs and said with a smile: "No, this Su Zimo is so funny, he wants to challenge Master Feng."

"This is called the mantis arm as a car, and it's not at its own discretion!"

"Yeah, God knows how he was embarrassed to say it, this man has a thick skin."

Feng Haoyu smiled silently, but looked at Su Zimo quietly.

The situation in front of him didn't need him to speak at all. Su Zimo had become a laughingstock, and it was a complete defeat.

Sun Tao sneered beside him: "You want to challenge Master Feng, are you qualified!"

Su Zimo glanced at him and said lightly: "Don't worry, Feng Haoyu is over, you will be the next one."

"Roar!"

Linghu suddenly lowered his figure, roared, deafening, and the noisy laughter around the spirit battlefield suddenly calmed down.

Many sect disciples around were taken aback, and they retreated subconsciously. The crowd was crowded and shoved, and there was a flurry of restlessness.

Linghu looked around, sulking into the sky, the round tiger eyes were full of cruelty and brutality, and their teeth and mouth were cracked.

Linghu was proud of his heart and swept away the decadence before.

The fact that Linghu was subdued by Su Zimo does not prove its weakness.

On the contrary, Linghu is very strong, comparable to a high-level trainer. If it is a life-and-death fight, it is still unknown who wins and loses.

Most of the Lingfeng disciples often go out, have experienced a lot of battles, and have fought with spirit beasts. At this time, they are relatively calm. They glanced at the token hanging on Linghu's neck and realized that this was Su Zimo's spirit beast.

Sun Tao squinted his eyes, calculated his heart, and walked easily, avoiding Linghu's sight, secretly drew out a flying sword, and his eyes flashed ruthlessly.

call out!

Feijian let go and went straight to Linghu's head!

Sun Tao's shot this time was extremely concealed, and without warning.

In addition, there are more than two thousand people surrounded here, the breath is chaotic, the voice is noisy, Linghu just noticed that the flying sword has pierced the front!

This sword was too vicious, it was completely rushed to kill the spirit tiger, and there was no intention to keep his hands.

When his life was hanging by a thread, Linghu jumped, tilted his head, and desperately flashed aside.

Bah!

A flash of blood flashed.

Feijian made a long, narrow, bloody wound on Linghu's side.

"Wow!"

Linghu fell to the ground with a mournful cry, and his body trembled, his eyes full of pain.

"Um?

Su Zimo's expression changed, and Huo Ran turned around, seeing the scene of Linghu falling to the ground injured, and his murderous intent was in full swing in his heart!

The target of Sun Tao's sword was not Su Zimo, so he didn't perceive the danger in his spiritual sense. When he heard the flying sword sound, it was already too late.

Furthermore, Su Zimo had turned his back to Sun Tao before, paying attention to Feng Haoyu.

He didn't expect that in the spirit battlefield, someone would dare to ignore the rules of the sect and make a move!

Seeing the look in Su Zimo's eyes, the little fat man felt a bit in his heart, and said in secret: "It's over, something bad!"