Qi Feng.
The little fat man came to the door of Su Zimo's cave.
The door of the cave had been broken down by the little crane, but Su Zimo never repaired it. The little fat man looked inside and saw a man in a green shirt sleeping soundly on the stone bed, guarded by a ferocious-looking spirit tiger.
The little fat man's eyes lit up, he withdrew his flying sword and rushed in.
When Linghu saw the little fat man, he growled lowly but showed no hostility.
It naturally knew that this little fat man was Su Zimo's friend.
If someone else had barged in like this, Linghu would have blocked Su Zimo long ago.
"Brother, brother, wake up!"
Before the little fat man could get closer, he shouted loudly.
Although Su Zimo was sleeping deeply, when the little fat man broke in, he had already woken up subconsciously.
Su Zimo shook his groggy head, sat up, blinked his sleepy eyes, and stretched his muscles a few times.
"Brother, where have you been for the past three months? How come I haven't seen you yet?" the little fat man asked.
Su Zimo said casually: "I went out for a walk to relax."
The little fat man rolled his eyes and muttered: "Brother, you are really big-hearted. You are about to compete in Wufeng, and you still go out to relax..."
After a pause, the little fat man approached Su Zimo and said mysteriously: "Brother, a big event happened in the sect recently, haven't you heard?"
"ah?"
Su Zimo was a little confused and shook his head: "I don't know."
"Brother, you know that there are ten formation towers in the formation peak, right?"
"I know."
"This Ten Formation Tower was completely broken open by a mysterious disciple!"
Su Zimo was shocked and became a little more energetic. He frowned and asked, "How do you know?"
"It's not just me, all the trial disciples in the five peaks know about it! It is estimated that this matter will be spread throughout the entire sect in a short time. There are many people gathered on the formation peak now, and they are all there to watch the excitement!"
Su Zimo was startled.
I didn't expect that my unintentional move would cause such a big disturbance.
Could it be that Elder Luo and Chief Xuan Yi spread the word about this matter
wrong!
After thinking about it, Su Zimo asked: "What do you mean by the mysterious disciple? No one knows who broke through the Ten Formation Tower?"
"hey-hey!"
The little fat man smiled mysteriously and said with excitement: "This is the most amazing thing! After this disciple broke into the formation, he didn't leave his name on the Ten Formation Monument! Now the disciples in the Five Peaks are guessing about this person's identity. "
"Ten array monuments?"
Su Zimo blinked and vaguely recalled that there seemed to be a tall stone tablet standing next to the Ten Formations Tower, with writings engraved on it.
"What do you mean by leaving names on the Ten Formations Monument?" Su Zimo asked again.
The little fat man explained the usefulness of the Ten Formations Monument and explained: "After breaking through the formation, you have to touch your sect token with the Ten Formation Stele so that the Ten Formation Stele can record the names of the disciples who broke through the formation."
Su Zimo was stunned for a moment and murmured to himself: "So there is still such a saying."
"This awesome man managed to break through ten levels of the formation in one breath, only to drift away. It's really admirable."
The little fat man's eyes were full of admiration, as if he saw a monk floating in the clouds, looking carefree and unrestrained, leaving with a flourish of his sleeves.
In fact, that night, Su Zimo was almost exhausted. He barely managed to return with his sword, and he could not be said to be cool.
Seeing that Su Zimo was a little absent-minded and seemed to be in low spirits, the little fat man stepped forward and grabbed Su Zimo's arm and said, "Brother, let's go! Follow me to the formation peak and you will know how powerful this person is. !”
Su Zimo avoided the little fat man's palm without leaving a trace, shook his head and said, "I won't go."
Su Zimo didn't have much time to begin with, so he spent another three months on the formation peak without refining elixirs, improving his cultivation, or practicing sword control. There were only less than three months left before the end of the year.
How could he have the time to watch the excitement
Furthermore, Su Zimo was not curious at all that the mysterious intruder was himself.
At the same time, Su Zimo also realized that if this matter was spread, he would inevitably be in trouble, so he planned to hide it for the time being and talk about it later.
"Brother, there are huge crowds of people on the formation peak now. It's an unprecedented grand occasion. It would be a pity if you don't take a look!" The little fat man refused to give up and persuaded again.
Su Zimo smiled and said casually: "I also know a little bit about the formation, so it's okay to break into the formation."
This sentence was originally said by Su Zimo casually, but the little fat man was not happy on the spot.
boom!
The fat palm of the little fat man slapped Su Zimo's stone bed hard, and there was a muffled sound.
Su Zimo looked stunned.
"Brother, I don't like hearing what you say."
The little fat man put away his smile, looked more serious than ever before, and said in a deep voice: "This mysterious disciple may not be able to compare with you in refining weapons. But, brother, you can't look down on others like this!"
"What does it mean that it doesn't matter if you break through the formation? Do you know what it means to be able to break through the tenth floor of the Ten Formation Tower?"
Su Zimo asked subconsciously: "What does it mean?"
The little fat man was stunned by Su Zimo's question. He held it in for a long time, his face turned red, and he couldn't figure out what it meant.
Of course, the little fat man was not really angry, he was just unhappy for a moment and wanted to avenge the injustice of the mysterious intruder.
Seeing the embarrassment on the little fat man's face, Su Zimo couldn't help but smile and said with a smile: "Actually, I am that mysterious disciple..."
"Brother, please stop making trouble." The little fat man waved his hand to interrupt.
Su Zimo: "..."
The little fat man said in a deep voice: "Brother, you have to know that over the years, all the sect trial disciples have produced many geniuses from generation to generation, and the highest record is only to have passed the sixth level!"
"Look at Feng Haoyu. He seems to be quite popular now, but it's not like there have never been geniuses with Feng Linggen in the sect. He is just one of them. However, this mysterious disciple broke through the tenth floor of the Ten Formation Tower. The first person in the sect in thousands of years!"
Su Zimo had no choice but to nod in agreement.
"Brother, think about it, you survived the Eight Sufferings Formation and blew up all the soul-detecting gates. Isn't that awesome enough? In fact, this mysterious disciple's current achievements are the same as yours, which are unprecedented."
The little fat man had a chubby face and said seriously, "Brother, you have to be humble and open-minded, and you can't just look down on others. This is not okay."
"Okay, I understand. I'll go take a look when I have time."
Su Zimo was sweating profusely after hearing this. Seeing that the little fat boy had no intention of stopping, he quickly changed the subject and said, "I haven't practiced for a long time. I have to seize the time to improve my level."
The little fat man used the spirit-peeping technique to scan Su Zimo's body.
Or the sixth level of Qi Condensation
The little fat man said sadly: "Brother, look at you. Three months ago you were at the sixth level of Qi Condensation. It has been three months and your cultivation has not improved at all. Why are you fighting with Feng Haoyu!"
"Brother, even if you know you are defeated, you have to cheer up and never give up on yourself. Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Three months have been wasted. You ask me to tell you what you are good at, alas!"
Su Zimo: "..."