In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo has been in the sect for more than two months. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Half of the year has passed.

On this day, Su Zimo was thinking about the method of gathering spirits in the cave, and the spirit tiger's ears moved, and he vaguely heard the sound of someone flying with a sword, and he was galloping in this direction.

It wasn't long before there was a sharp knock on the door.

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

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

This spirit tiger is taller than the little fat man, and his face is angry, the little fat man suddenly saw it, was startled, and almost took out the flying sword to escape from here.

Seeing the spirit beast token hanging around the neck of the spirit tiger, the little fat man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's still the eldest brother who is powerful, and he actually brought the spirit beast." ”

"What's the matter, so anxious?" Su Zimo saw that the tip of the little fat man's nose was oozing fine beads of sweat, and something seemed to be happening outside, so he rushed with all his might.

The little fat man slapped his forehead and hurriedly said, "Big brother, it's not good, your disciples of Qifeng and Lingfeng disciples have fought, and they are on the Lingfeng Spirit Arena!"

"Huh?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly and asked, "Speak slowly, what's going on?"

"That's right. ”

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

Su Zimo's eyes gradually turned cold.

It turned out that the root cause of this conflict between the disciples of the two peaks was still on him.

During this time, Su Zimo lived in a simple house and rarely showed up, because he didn't go to participate in the assessment at the end of the month, and even faced Feng Haoyu's challenge, he didn't even say a word, but Feng Haoyu thought that he was ignored.

It's a shame!

The disciples of Lingfeng naturally sneered, saying that Su Zimo of Qifeng was a turtle with a shrunken head and did not dare to fight.

When the disciples of Qifeng heard this, they were naturally uncomfortable, and the two sides had constant quarrels during this time.

Until today, the conflict broke out completely, and the disciples of the two peaks made an appointment to fight together.

In all fairness, apart from Su Zimo, none of the disciples selected for Qifeng had a Heavenly Spirit Root, and they were not good at fighting between monks.

Most of the thoughts of the disciples of Qifeng were focused on improving the cultivation realm and refining weapons.

For Qi cultivators of the same realm, the disciples of Qifeng are far from being the opponents of the disciples of Lingfeng, and even if they are cultivated to a higher level of realm, they may be defeated.

In this battle, Qifeng will not win at all!

Su Zimo didn't say a word, sacrificed the flying sword, and said in a deep voice: "Go, go to Lingfeng!"

The spirit tiger also jumped up, and as a spirit beast, he naturally had to follow Su Zimo's side.

During this time, Su Zimo's cultivation had been upgraded to the sixth layer of Qi Condensation, and under the gallop with all his strength, in terms of the speed of the Sword's flight, it was almost the same as the little fat man of the seventh layer of Qi Condensation!

You must know that the little fat man is also a heavenly spirit root.

And the two of them have the same speed, which means that Su Zimo's aura quality is higher than that of the little fat man!

"It doesn't make sense. ”

The little fat man was amazed.

"Big brother, don't be impulsive for a while. Seeing that he was about to arrive at Lingfeng, the little fat man saw Su Zimo's cold expression, for fear that he would do something out of the ordinary, so he hurriedly persuaded.

Su Zimo was noncommittal.

In the Ethereal Peak, monks are not allowed to fight at will, and if there is a conflict or grievance, they have to go to the spirit arena.

On the five peaks, there are spirit arenas, which are located in the west of each peak.

The West belongs to gold, and the Lord kills!

Even in the spirit arena, the monks can't fight for life and death, and they can abolish their cultivation as long as they are separated.

Of course, in the midst of fighting, especially between monks with similar strength, it is often only for a moment, and it is difficult to stop, and there have also been cases of crippling fellow disciples in the spirit arena.

Soon, Su Zimo and the little fat man came to the sky above Lingfeng, and there was an area in the west where there were dense people standing, and there were many disciples watching.

Su Zimo and the two landed outside the Spirit Arena.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" the little fat man squeezed out of the way with his fat body.

Many Lingfeng disciples were about to turn around and scold, but when they saw the Linghu following behind Su Zimo, they were instantly startled, and the words that came to their lips were held back.

Linghu was well-behaved like a kitten in front of Su Zimo, and when he came outside, he suddenly looked majestic, and let out a low roar from time to time, revealing his fierceness!

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

Around the Spirit Arena, there were at least two thousand trial disciples watching, not only Lingfeng and Qifeng, but also the disciples of the other three peaks who heard the news.

The movement of this battle is not small, and it can be described as the shaking of the five peaks!

Most of the people who could stand at the front of the crowd were the leaders of the Spirit Peak, or the geniuses of each peak, and Leng Rou, who had the Ice Spirit Root, was also watching the battle, her expression was as cold as ever.

On the Spirit Arena, an eighth-layer Qi Cultivator of Spirit Peak was fighting with Xue Yi of Qi Peak.

Xue Yi is a ninth-level condensation qi, and he is even higher than this person in the realm of cultivation, but now he is completely suppressed, he is at a disadvantage, and it is only a matter of time before he is defeated.

Qi practitioners fight, and the means used are relatively scarce, which are nothing more than spiritual weapons, talismans and other foreign objects.

Although they were all in control of a flying sword, in the hands of the eighth-layer qi cultivators in Lingfeng, the flying sword appeared to be extremely flexible and elegant, pervasive, and always suppressed Xue Yi.

Xue Yi's control of the flying sword was much more clumsy.

"This person's name is Sun Tao, Tianlinggen, and he is nothing in Lingfeng, he only listens to Feng Haoyu's words. Hmph, big brother, don't look at me as a seventh-layer condensation, but against this person, it is still unknown who wins and who loses. The little fat man whispered to the side.

Su Zimo nodded, turned his gaze, and looked at Feng Haoyu, who was dressed in a purple robe and looked arrogant not far away.

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, the 'genius' of Qifeng has come to watch the battle." ”

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

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

In the midst of the intense battle, Sun Tao could still distract himself and glance at the sidelines.

After seeing Su Zimo, Sun Tao laughed, pinched the trick with both hands, the spiritual light on the flying sword was great, and the power exploded, instantly swinging Xue Yi's flying sword, and stabbing Xue Yi in the chest with a sword!

A trace of panic flashed in Xue Yi's eyes, and he wanted to dodge, but looking at the flying sword that stabbed him, his body was a little stiff.

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to stab Xue Yi's chest, Sun Tao chuckled again, turned the tip of the sword, and raised it slightly.

Poof!

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

Xue Yi snorted, stumbled by this force, and fell off the spirit arena.

Several Qifeng disciples hurriedly helped Xue Yi back and sprinkled gold sore medicine on the wound before the bleeding gradually stopped.

The disciples of Jifeng glared angrily, looked at Sun Tao who walked down from the Spirit Arena, and scolded loudly: "Obviously, you have already distinguished the superior, why do you still hurt people!"

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

Sun Tao sneered: "You Qi Feng can also fight with each other, what about the ninth layer of condensation, the cultivation realm is one level higher than mine, and in the eyes of my Sun Tao, it is nothing more than that!"