Three Flying Swords

In the past two days, Su Zimo never showed up, and has been in retreat in the cave mansion, hitting the ninth layer of Qi Condensation.

On the night when the Lingfeng competition was over, Su Zimo swallowed the second Spirit Gathering Pill.

Su Zimo's body seemed to turn into a whirlpool, and a steady stream of spiritual energy poured into his body through his right hand, frantically rushing to the dantian.

The aura in Su Zimo's dantian is constantly expanding, vast as a sea of ​​smoke.

I don't know how long it took, Su Zimo shook his whole body, opened his eyes, two scorching divine lights flashed in the darkness, and quickly disappeared.

Nine layers of condensing gas!

Less than a year after he entered the sect, Su Zimo finally stepped into the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

This cultivation speed, even if placed in the entire cultivation world, is by no means slow.

At this time, Su Zimo carefully felt the changes in the dantian, and his eyes were a little confused.

According to the condensing qi jue, the tenth level of qi condensing, that is, the realm of great perfection, the aura in the dantian will change quantitatively.

In other words, a sea of ​​air will form in the pubic area.

This is why it will consume more time, more resources, and more difficult to break through the nine levels of condensing Qi to the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation.

And now, Su Zimo has just stepped into the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and a vast sea of ​​Qi has formed in the dantian!

This is completely different from the introduction in Condensing Qi Jue.

This means that Su Zimo, who is in the nine layers of Qi, is not weaker than Feng Haoyu of Dzogchen!

Su Zimo smiled, and suddenly he was full of expectation and confidence for tomorrow's battle.

...

Early the next morning.

Su Zimo walked out of the cave. There were already many monks standing outside, waiting for him to come out of retreat.

Little Fatty, Xue Yi, and many Qifeng disciples.

"Big brother, you are finally out. Hey, big brother, you have already condensed nine levels?" The little fat man's eyes lit up.

Su Zimo smiled and nodded.

"Feng Haoyu is the number one Lingfeng this time?" Su Zimo asked.

Everyone nodded.

Looking back at Feng Haoyu's performance yesterday, everyone's expressions were a bit solemn, and they looked at Su Zimo's gaze with a trace of worry.

In the hearts of everyone, even if Su Zimo stepped into the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, the gap between him and Feng Haoyu would be too great.

The little fat man whispered: "Yesterday's Lingfeng was more artful. Feng Haoyu won the first place without even using the secret technique of the sect. It shows that he didn't use his best. Brother, you should pay more attention today."

"Oh, so powerful?" Su Zimo laughed.

Xue Yi also smiled and said: "Junior Brother Su, don't have any pressure in this battle. Give it a go. If you lose, you will lose. Anyway, you are already the number one in the Shuangfeng Peak."

"Yeah, even if Feng Haoyu wins you, it's okay. Our Qifeng disciple is not good at fighting and fighting, and it's not ashamed to lose."

Su Zimo smiled and asked, "Where is the location of today's battle?"

"The Array Peak Spirit Arena!" said the little fat man.

"Is it the peak?" Su Zimo whispered, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He hasn't been back since he left the formation three months ago.

The little fat man noticed that Su Zimo's expression was different, he was worried, and asked quickly: "What's the matter, big brother, what's wrong with the formation?"

"fine."

Su Zimo shook his head without explaining, and waved his hand: "Let's go, I will try this Lingfeng first person method."

...

Only a day later, on the peak, many disciples gathered again.

In addition to the trial disciples in the Five Peaks, some inner disciples also rushed to watch the excitement. Chen Yu, the law enforcement hall who once had a grudge with Su Zimo, was among them.

The first seat of Wufeng is here.

The Array Peak Spirit Arena, right next to the Shijin Tower, is also very close to the Shijin Monument.

Feng Haoyu came here early and stood on the battlefield with his hands on his back, his expression proud.

Not long after, Su Zimo and the others came with swords and descended in front of the spirit battle arena.

Su Zimo appeared, and instantly attracted countless eyes.

"Hehe, I said why I haven't seen him in the past two days. I have been practicing in retreat, and I actually stepped into the ninth level of Qi Condensation."

The voice of the disciple who spoke was not too surprised, but with obvious mockery.

"What about the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, it's just self-infuriating."

"I bet that within three moves, Su Zimo will lose!"

"Forget it, if Senior Brother Feng goes all out, Su Zimo won't be able to hold it anymore."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and the voice was noisy.

Su Zimo won the first place of Qifeng and Danfeng, but he did not prove his strength. In this battle, no one was optimistic about Su Zimo.

Many Lingfeng disciples waited to see Su Zimo's jokes.

Under countless gazes with playful gaze, Su Zimo boarded the spirit battle arena.

From beginning to end, Su Zimo's expression was extremely calm, and his eyes were as clear as an ancient well.

"Hey, Su Zimo, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, Brother Feng is soft-hearted, maybe I will forgive you once!"

Among the crowd, the Lingfeng disciple Sun Tao, who had been stunned by Su Zimo's palm, shouted, drew a burst of laughter.

Su Zimo turned his eyes slightly, just glanced at Sun Tao faintly, and said, "Why, you didn't think you were embarrassing enough last time?"

This incident has always been a shame to Sun Tao.

Now Su Zimo mentioned it in front of everyone again, Sun Tao's face was blue and red, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, and said coldly: "Su Zimo, I haven't settled the matter with you the last time! You attacked me first. Actually show off here shamelessly!"

"show off?"

Su Zimo smiled and shook his head: "What's worth showing off after defeating you?"

Everyone can hear the randomness and contempt in Su Zimo's tone.

Sun Tao's eyes turned red in an instant, and he couldn't help shouting: "Su Zimo, fight me fairly if you have the courage, and I will let you see and see the means of my Sun Tao!"

At this moment, the little fat man sneered and said: "If you want to fight, you can, I will fight with you."

Sun Tao suddenly withered.

This time Lingfeng was more skilled, and the strength of Little Fatty was obvious to all, and his Sun Tao was not yet an opponent.

"Okay, no need to say more! Feng Haoyu, Su Zimo, let's start with you two."

At this moment, Wen Xuan let out a soft drink, suppressing the voices in the crowd.

On the battlefield.

Feng Haoyu looked at Su Zimo with contempt in his eyes, and said with a sneer: "Su Zimo, Junior Brother Sun is right. If you beg me now, I can consider forgiving you once. If you really do it, the sword No eyes, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Hearing these words, the old man frowned, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Students from the same school, only when you click, don't hurt your life."

Feng Haoyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, the first adult, I will teach Junior Su, what is the method of cultivating immortals!"

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Haoyu patted the storage bag with his palm, offering a low-grade flying sword.

Without seeing how Feng Haoyu controlled it, this flying sword shuttled back and forth by his side, circling and flying, revealing the extremely clever skill of the sword.

At the same time, Su Zimo also took out a flying sword from the storage bag.

Everyone stared at it.

It is actually a low-grade flying sword!

"It must be Qifeng's first reward."

"Well, Qifeng can go to the Spirit Tool Pavilion to pick a low-grade spirit weapon, it seems that this is the flying sword."

"Junior Brother Su is not rational enough. If it were me, I would definitely choose a defensive weapon."

Feng Haoyu pointed to Su Zimo's flying sword and chuckled, "Do you think that with a low-grade flying sword, you are qualified to fight with me?"

"you are wrong."

Su Zimo said lightly: "It's not a handle."

As soon as the voice fell, there were two more flying swords in Su Zimo's palm!