I don't know how long Bei Mingxue has been practicing martial arts. Su Zimo looked at his movements, and he already had some appearance. He should have reached the first stage of martial arts, the state of nine bulls and two tigers.
When the golden elixir was destroyed, Su Zimo had personally experienced the pain, despair, and confusion, which was beyond the reach of a human being. With his will, he was once depressed.
If he hadn't seen the two words Dieyue left at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley, it would be difficult for him to rekindle his hope.
It is simply unimaginable how difficult it was for this fifteen or sixteen year old girl in front of her to survive on her own, instead of becoming depressed and depressed, and instead started practicing martial arts. It was also hard to imagine how much pain and suffering she endured!
In this girl, Su Zimo saw the kind of resistance to fate, the unyielding attitude towards fate, the kind of self-improvement, and bravery and advancement!
This is the will of martial arts!
Su Zimo suddenly had a thought in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Su Zimo pondered for a while and asked.
Bei Mingxue said: "It's been a year."
"So long?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
This means that a year has passed since the battle in Tiandi Valley.
I don’t know what major events have happened in the world of cultivation this year, but Yan Beichen is still fine.
Su Zimo thought for a while and asked insinuatingly: "I just heard you arguing about the Dharma Appearance List and the big devil. What's going on?"
"The Great Demon of Huangwu!"
Bei Mingao curled his lips and seemed to be quite hateful, saying: "This demon went on a killing spree in Zhongzhou, provoking immortals, demons and Buddhas to surround and kill him. I heard that he was exiled to the void by the peerless strong man of the immortal sect, and he died a long time ago." remove."
"oh."
Su Zimo nodded.
Bei Mingxue frowned slightly and looked at Su Zimo thoughtfully.
She always felt that Mr. Su's question was a bit unexpected.
She had also thought that Mr. Su might be a cultivator, or even a great monk, but he just hid his cultivation so that they couldn't see through it.
But when she saw that Su Zimo's complexion was yellow and sickly, which was far from the temperament of a cultivator, and he didn't have the coercion of a cultivator, she stopped thinking about it.
At this time, Su Zimo's black-haired soul was enveloped by the power of the Death Curse. His condition did not look good. He was thin and thin, like a down-and-out scholar who had not recovered from a long illness.
At this moment, the ground in the distance trembled violently, and not long after, a sound of horses neighing and beasts roaring came from outside the door!
Surrounded by demonic energy, spiritual power reaches the sky!
Although Su Zimo could not use his spiritual sense to investigate, he knew at a glance that this was a group of cultivators who had broken into Beiming Town driving spiritual beasts and spirit demons.
"It's them again!"
Bei Mingao's expression changed and he gritted his teeth.
Bei Mingxue looked calm, as if she was used to this scene.
Although he couldn't see what was going on outside through the high courtyard wall, Su Zimo's ears were strong and he could clearly hear the shouts in the town.
"Search carefully for me, but don't miss any ancient treasures!"
A voice sounded, quite arrogantly, saying: "The Beiming Family was also a big family alongside our three major families back then. It has a very strong foundation!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd outside.
Su Zimo's heart moved.
Unexpectedly, this Beiming family has such a big background!
However, looking at the current posture, it seems that he has declined to this point. He was bullied to the point of being bullied, but no one resisted.
A large group of spirit beasts and spirit demons are galloping through Beiming Town, acting recklessly!
"It's Dongfangxuan!"
Bei Mingao heard the sounds outside, and deep resentment flashed in his eyes. He couldn't hold it in anymore, rushed out of the room and ran towards the courtyard!
"Little brother!"
Bei Mingxue quickly chased after him, grabbed Bei Ming'ao, and shook his head: "If you rush forward now, what's the difference between rushing forward and dying?"
"It's his sister. I'll be so angry if she breaks your golden elixir!"
Bei Mingao clenched his fists, his eyes slightly red.
Bei Mingxue said: "It's nothing. This is the grudge between me and Dongfang Zhi. I will resolve it myself in the future."
At this moment, the group of monks arrived at the door of the courtyard.
Boom!
The high wall of the courtyard was smashed by a powerful force, sand and rocks flew, and collapsed!
Outside the billowing smoke, there were dozens of cultivators standing, most of them foundation-building cultivators. Among them were several Jindan Daoists, all riding spirit beasts, looking down at the Bei Mingxue siblings in the courtyard.
"Dongfang Xuan, what do you want to do!"
Bei Mingao shouted loudly, his eyes widened, he was still young, but he already had extraordinary momentum.
The person called Dongfang Xuan is a young man in his twenties, who has reached the golden elixir realm and is riding on a ferocious monster beast.
This monster has scarlet eyes, lush hair, strong limbs, tall and mighty, and is filled with evil aura, but it is an evil spirit dog relic from ancient times!
This ancient relic is already a spirit demon in the Golden Core realm!
Hearing Bei Ming'ao shouting at Dongfang Xuan, he couldn't help but growl at Bei Ming'ao. He stared at Bei Ming'ao with his scarlet eyes, lowered his body and gathered momentum, with sticky saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth!
Not to mention the few Jindan Daoists on the opposite side, this evil spirit dog alone was enough to easily kill the Bei Mingxue siblings!
Bei Mingao faced this ancient relic. Although he was afraid in his heart, he did not take a step back and stared at the evil spirit dog fiercely!
Even Bei Mingxue, who had lost his golden elixir, had no fear on his face and stood side by side with Bei Mingao.
"hehe."
Dongfang Xuan patted the evil spirit dog under him and sneered: "Dog, be patient and don't be impatient. Be patient and don't be impatient."
Everyone could tell that the bullshit Dongfang Xuan was talking about was Bei Mingao.
The monks behind Dongfang Xuan burst into laughter.
"Isn't this Miss Beiming who competed with my sister for the treasure? Tsk tsk, it's not easy for my sister to destroy the golden elixir and still be alive."
Dongfang Xuan's eyes turned and landed on Bei Mingxue, and he said in a strange tone.
Bei Mingxue looked calm and said nothing.
"Dongfang Xuan, don't bully others too much!"
Bei Mingao clenched his fists and said loudly.
"I just bullied people too much, what can you do?"
Dongfang Xuan curled his lips and said: "You are a young brat, you can't even defeat the spirit demon under my crotch, you still have the right to yell at me?"
"Dongfang Xuan, just wait, I will compete with you when I step into the golden elixir!"
Bei Mingao said word by word.
"Yo ho!"
Dongfang Xuan laughed loudly, "You actually declared war on me?"
"Hahaha!"
Some monks from Eastern aristocratic families also burst into laughter.
"How long should I wait?"
Dongfang Xuan asked with a half-smile, "Ten years, twenty years, or one hundred years?"
"Three years!"
Bei Ming proudly said: "In three years' time, there will be a big competition between aristocratic families. When the time comes, I will compete with you!"
Dongfang Xuan pretended to be ignorant and asked: "The Family Competition is a matter for our three major families in ancient times. What does it have to do with your Beiming family?"
"oh!"
Dongfang Xuan suddenly said: "I almost forgot that your Beiming family was as famous as our three great families in ancient times!"
"What a pity. Now there are only a few hundred people left in your Beiming family. Alas, there are no successors!"