Chapter 90

Without a sword piercing Linghu's head, Sun Tao flashed a trace of annoyance in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Luck you beast!"

"you wanna die!"

Su Zimo's eyes flashed with a little weird red light, and he shouted, suddenly took a step, leaped two feet away, and instantly came to Sun Tao!

This step is to plow the sky.

Seemingly ordinary, but with terrifying aura, Sun Tao's face was so scared that he felt in a daze that he was not facing a person, but an ancient beast!

Su Zimo was murderous, flipped his palm, and pressed it down according to Sun Tao's face.

boom!

Sun Tao had no strength to fight back. He just felt that his eyes were black, and Su Zimo was forcibly pressed down, his head hit the ground hard, and a big hole was smashed, fainting on the spot, and bleeding from his seven orifices!

"what?"

Just above the spirit arena, deep in the clouds and fog, out of sight, there was a bewildering whisper, huge wings looming, and a pair of eyes stared at what was happening below, with cold eyes.

"Weird, how could this child's bloodline..."

An inaudible whisper sounded from above the nine heavens.

Under the battlefield.

This incident caused an uproar.

First, Sun Tao made a sneak attack and severely injured Su Zimo's Linghu. This scene was acceptable to everyone.

But the next moment, everyone was stunned.

When the little fat guy wanted to stop it, everything was too late.

No one could have imagined that Su Zimo would dare to attack Sun Tao, and no one would have imagined that Sun Tao was stunned by Su Zimo's palm, and he didn't know his life or death!

"It must be careless, it must be careless!"

A thought flashed through everyone's hearts.

As a disciple of the eighth-layer Qifeng Sun Tao, he was defeated by the sixth-layer Qifeng Qifeng. There was only one possibility, and that was Sun Tao's carelessness.

"It's over, it's over! Big brother ignores the rules of the sect and shoots at the same door in the spirit battle arena, and Sun Tao doesn't know his life or death. This is in trouble."

The little fat man scratched his head, his brain was spinning, thinking about countermeasures.

"presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"Su Zimo, if you dare to ignore the rules of the sect and hurt your fellow sect, you are looking for death!"

Many Lingfeng disciples rushed out from the crowd and surrounded Su Zi Mo Tuan, their expressions were not good, they glared at them and shouted loudly.

Feng Haoyu stood not far away watching this scene, a joking flashed across his eyes, and a sneer in his heart: "It seems that I don't need to take action anymore, a foolish man, haha."

Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were cold, and he ignored the Lingfeng disciples around him, squatted down on his own, sprinkled golden sore medicine on Linghu's wound, and dealt with it.

Linghu endured the pain and blinked at Su Zimo, feeling an inexplicable move in his heart.

Seeing this scene, standing aside Leng Rou nodded to herself.

Not to mention other things, just facing more than a thousand murderous Lingfeng disciples, can still be so calm, this character is indeed strong.

Leng Rou admitted that she couldn't be as calm as Su Zimo.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

The little fat man hurriedly jumped out and said with a smile in all directions, "It doesn't matter if you do this, doesn't it also violate the rules of the sect."

Hearing this, many Lingfeng disciples hesitated, and they couldn't make a move directly, and froze in place for a while.

Feng Haoyu blinked, suddenly turned sideways, whispering a few words to a Lingfeng disciple beside him.

The disciple nodded understandingly, drove the flying sword away, and galloped straight to the Lingfeng Palace.

Seeing this scene, Leng Rou's eyes flashed with disgust.

Don't think too much, this Feng Haoyu must have let people tell the news, and asked Senior Zongmen to deal with Su Zimo.

"Su Zimo, you hurt people at my Lingfeng, do you really think my Lingfeng has no one?"

When the two sides were in a stalemate, Feng Haoyu suddenly said.

Hearing these words, the little fat man's heart sank.

So insidious!

Feng Haoyu's words were completely punishing the heart, for fear that Su Zimo and Lingfeng disciples would not be able to fight.

The bigger the incident, the heavier Su Zimo will be punished!

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Haoyu's voice fell, the expression of the originally hesitant Lingfeng disciple changed, and his palm was slowly placed on the storage bag, possibly at any time.

A Lingfeng disciple finally couldn't bear it. Relying on his strong physical body, he snorted and walked forward and grabbed Su Zimo's hair directly, and said bitterly, "Su Zimo, ask you." What about it, don't pretend to be dumb!"

"roll!"

Su Zimo didn't turn his head back. With a flick of his arm, it looked soft and collapsed, but after it was thrown out, it was like a whip, making a crisp sound in the air!

Snapped!

Before the Lingfeng disciple's palm touched Su Zimo, he was slapped by Su Zimo and fell into the crowd. His mouth was full of silver teeth torn apart, and he fell to the ground coughing blood.

Everyone changed their colors in an uproar!

The little fat man was almost crying.

He always wanted to prevent the situation from deteriorating, but he didn't expect that everything he had done before was wasted.

Su Zimo's shot was too fast, and others couldn't react at all.

This time, the Lingfeng disciple was completely angered.

Many Lingfeng disciples offered flying swords one after another, trembling lightly in the air, and they were about to shoot!

Dozens of Qifeng disciples surrounded Su Zimo, and they also offered flying swords. The swords of the two sides were drawn out, and a battle could erupt at any time!

The smile in Feng Haoyu's eyes was even greater.

"Don't move, don't move!"

When the little fat man saw this situation, his scalp was tingling, he took out a huge axe from the storage bag, held a talisman in his left hand, and patted it on Su Zimo.

A mask of light suddenly appeared around Su Zimo's body.

This is an amulet urn.

The little fat man didn't use it himself, but directly gave it to Su Zimo.

Su Zimo felt warm in his heart.

This action of the little fat man will undoubtedly offend many Lingfeng fellows.

"Fatty man, who are you on earth!" A Lingfeng disciple yelled.

The little fat man's face sank, he actually put away his smile, and yelled: "Go to Nima, you don't care where the fat man is!"

The curse of the little fat man was stunned by many Lingfeng disciples.

Since joining the sect, everyone has never seen Little Fatty blush. Everyone is smiling, with a kind face. In terms of popularity, Little Fatty is better than Feng Haoyu.

The little fat man felt a little gaffe, and mumbled: "Fatty is fat. Don't call me fatty..."

At this moment, there was a soft drink in the distance.

"Disperse it all to me!"

A sword light galloped in, and it descended on everyone's heads in the blink of an eye. There was a monk standing in front of Feijian. In the early stage of foundation construction, there was a Lingfeng disciple standing behind.

"I have seen Brother Chen."

"Senior Brother Chen came just right, please be fair for my Lingfeng, Qifeng Su Zimo ignored the rules of the sect and attacked the same door!"

Many Lingfeng disciples recognized this person and shouted with their fists.

The little fat man hurriedly said in a low voice, "Big brother, don't offend this person. This is Chen Yu, a disciple of the Inner Sect Law Enforcement Hall, who has made friends with Feng Haoyu. This person must come here to trouble you. Tolerate."

After a pause, the little fat man was afraid that Su Zimo would not know the situation was serious, and he warned: "Inner Sect disciple, we can't afford to offend, otherwise after being promoted to Inner Sect, we will inevitably suffer hardships, not to mention that this person is still a member of the law enforcement hall. "