In the past two days, Su Zimo has not shown up, and has been retreating in the cave, attacking the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
On the night when the Lingfeng competition ended, 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, rushing towards his Dantian crazily.
The spiritual energy in Su Zimo's dantian continued to expand, becoming as vast as a sea of smoke.
I don't know how long it took, but Su Zimo was shocked and opened his eyes. In the darkness, two scorching lights flashed and then disappeared quickly.
Nine levels of Qi Condensation!
Less than a year after joining the sect, Su Zimo finally entered the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
This speed of cultivation is by no means slow even in the entire world of cultivation.
At this time, Su Zimo carefully felt the changes in his dantian, with some confusion in his eyes.
According to what is said in Qi Condensation Jue, at the tenth level of Qi Condensation, which is the state of Great Perfection, the spiritual energy in the Dantian will undergo quantitative changes.
In other words, a sea of Qi will be formed in the Dantian.
This is why, from the ninth level of Qi Condensation to the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation, it will consume more time, more resources, and become more difficult to break through.
But now, Su Zimo has just stepped into the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and a vast sea of Qi has actually formed in his dantian!
This is completely different from the introduction in Qi Condensation Art.
This means that Su Zimo, who is at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, is not weaker than Feng Haoyu, who is at the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation!
Su Zimo smiled, suddenly full of expectations and confidence for tomorrow's battle.
…
Early the next morning.
Su Zimo walked out of the cave, and there were many monks standing outside, waiting for him to come out of seclusion.
Little Fatty, Xue Yi, and many Qifeng disciples.
"Brother, you are finally out of seclusion. Hey, brother, have you reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation?" The little fat man's eyes lit up.
Su Zimo smiled and nodded.
"The number one in Lingfeng this time is Feng Haoyu?" Su Zimo asked.
Everyone nodded.
Recalling Feng Haoyu's performance yesterday, everyone looked a little solemn, looking at Su Zimo with a hint of worry.
In everyone's minds, even if Su Zimo stepped into the ninth level of Qi Condensation, the gap between him and Feng Haoyu was really too big.
The little fat man whispered: "Yesterday's Lingfeng competition, Feng Haoyu won the first place without even using the sect's secret technique, which shows that he didn't use his full strength. Brother, please pay more attention today."
"Oh, so powerful?" Su Zimo laughed.
Xue Yi also smiled and said: "Junior brother Su, don't put any pressure on this battle. Just give it a try, and if you lose, you will lose. Anyway, you are already number one in Shuangfeng."
"Yes, it doesn't matter even if Feng Haoyu beats you. We Qifeng disciples are not good at fighting in the first place, so there is no shame in losing."
Su Zimo smiled and asked: "Where will today's battle be?"
"Array Peak Spirit Arena!" said the little fat man.
"Array peak?" Su Zimo murmured softly, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Since leaving the formation three months ago, he has not gone back.
The little fat man noticed that Su Zimo had a different look on his face and felt worried, so he quickly asked: "What's wrong, brother? Is there anything wrong on the formation peak?"
"fine."
Su Zimo shook his head and did not explain. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I'll try the methods of the number one person in Lingfeng."
…
Just one day later, many disciples gathered on the formation peak again.
In addition to the trial disciples in the Five Peaks, some inner disciples also came to watch the excitement. Chen Yu from the Law Enforcement Hall who had a grudge against Su Zimo was among them.
The first of the five peaks is here.
The Formation Peak Spirit Arena is right next to the Ten Formation Tower and very close to the Ten Formation Monument.
Feng Haoyu came here early and stood on the spiritual battlefield, with his hands behind his back and an proud expression.
Not long after, Su Zimo and others came with swords and landed in front of the spirit arena.
Su Zimo appeared and instantly attracted countless looks.
"Haha, I asked you why I haven't seen him in the past two days. It turns out that he has been practicing in seclusion and he has actually entered the ninth level of Qi Condensation."
There was not much surprise in the tone of the disciple who spoke, but instead there was obvious ridicule.
"So what if you are at the ninth level of Qi Condensation? You are just asking for humiliation."
"I bet that within three moves, Su Zimo will be defeated!"
"Forget it, if Senior Brother Feng goes all out, Su Zimo won't be able to hold on even a single move."
There was a lot of chatter and noise in the crowd.
Su Zimo won the first place in Qi Peak and Dan Peak, but it did not prove that he was strong. No one was optimistic about Su Zimo in this battle.
Many Lingfeng disciples were waiting to see Su Zimo's joke.
Under the gaze of countless joking eyes, Su Zimo stepped onto the Spirit Arena.
From the beginning to the end, Su Zimo's expression was extremely calm, and his eyes were as clear as an ancient well without waves.
"Hey, Su Zimo, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, and Senior Brother Feng is soft-hearted, maybe I will spare you just once!"
In the crowd, Lingfeng disciple Sun Tao, who had been knocked unconscious by Su Zimo's palm, shouted something, causing a burst of laughter.
Su Zimo turned his head slightly, glanced at Sun Tao lightly, and said, "Why, you still think you weren't embarrassed enough last time?"
This incident has always been a shame for Sun Tao.
Now that Su Zimo mentioned it in front of everyone, Sun Tao's face turned green and red, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, and said in a cold voice: "Su Zimo, I haven't settled the score with you for what happened last time! You attacked me first, How shameless are you to show off here!"
"show off?"
Su Zimo smiled, shook his head and said, "What's there to show off after defeating you?"
Everyone could hear the casualness and contempt in Su Zimo's tone.
Sun Tao's eyes turned red instantly, and he couldn't help shouting: "Su Zimo, if you have the guts, give me a fair fight, and I will let you see what I, Sun Tao, can do!"
At this moment, the little fat man sneered and said: "You can fight if you want, I will fight with you."
Sun Tao suddenly shrank.
This time in Lingfeng's competition, the little fat man's strength was obvious to all, and he, Sun Tao, was not his opponent yet.
"Okay, no need to say more! Feng Haoyu, Su Zimo, you two, let's get started."
At this moment, Wenxuan shouted softly, suppressing the voices in the crowd.
On the spiritual battlefield.
Feng Haoyu looked at Su Zimo with contempt in his eyes, and sneered: "Su Zimo, Junior Brother Sun is right. If you beg me now, I can consider sparing you once. If we really hand over the sword, Eyeless, don’t blame me for being merciless!”
Hearing these words, Old Man Zao frowned and couldn't help but raise his voice: "We are competing with each other, just stop at the point, don't hurt your life."
Feng Haoyu smiled and said: "First sir, don't worry, I will teach Junior Brother Su what the means of cultivating immortals are!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Haoyu tapped his storage bag with his palm and took out a low-grade flying sword.
No matter how Feng Haoyu controlled it, the flying sword shuttled back and forth around him, circling and dancing, showing his extremely skillful sword handling skills.
At the same time, Su Zimo also took out a flying sword from the storage bag.
Everyone looked attentively.
It was also a low-grade flying sword!
"It will definitely be the reward that comes first in Qifeng."
"Well, the number one in the Weapon Peak can go to the Spiritual Weapon Pavilion and choose a low-grade spiritual weapon. It seems to be this flying sword."
"Junior Brother Su is not rational enough. If I were the one, I would definitely choose a defensive spiritual weapon."
Feng Haoyu pointed at Su Zimo's flying sword and chuckled: "Do you think you are qualified to fight me with a low-grade flying sword?"
"you are wrong."
Su Zimo said lightly: "It's not just one."
As soon as he finished speaking, there were two more flying swords in Su Zimo's palm!