Bei Mingxue looked at Su Zimo as if asking for help.
"Take it."
Su Zimo looked indifferent and nodded.
As his eldest disciple, accepting a perfect grade spiritual weapon is really nothing.
His soul cannot be used and he cannot open the storage bag.
Otherwise, he can take out at least ten innate spiritual weapons from the storage bag!
After hearing Su Zimo's words, Bei Mingxue took over the silver inner armor. With her calm temperament, there was a hint of joy in her eyes.
The Beiming family also had a strong foundation.
However, over the years, he has been constantly bullied and plundered by the three major aristocratic families, and no matter how deep his foundation is, it has long been exhausted.
The innate spiritual weapons, perfect spiritual weapons, and top-quality spiritual weapons passed down from the Beiming Family have long been snatched away by monks from the three major families.
Nowadays, it is considered rare for the monks in Beiming Town to have a high-grade spiritual weapon.
Liu Hanyan and Ruxuan also took out two perfect-grade spiritual weapons from their storage bags and handed them over.
Bei Mingxue hesitated for a moment, then took it.
Bei Mingxue looked at the three perfect spiritual weapons in her hands, feeling as if she was in a dream, a bit unreal.
Just now, she was still the humble existence of the Beiming clan.
But now, just because she worships Su Zimo as her teacher, even the Taoist Master of the Nangong family must respectfully call her "Sister Aunt"!
"Who exactly is Master?"
A confusion flashed through Bei Mingxue's mind.
"It turns out that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the senior is also a member of my Nangong family."
Nangong Yu walked over tremblingly, her cheeks were swollen, and her speech was a little unclear, but she still forced a smile and said: "Junior Nangong Yu, greetings to seniors."
Nangong Yu reacted very quickly. Seeing that the situation was not right, he quickly bowed his head in submission and bowed to Su Zimo.
"My surname is not Nangong, nor am I from the Nangong family."
Su Zimo did not get up, but looked at Nangong Yu coldly and said.
Nangong Yu's expression froze.
He originally thought that Su Zimo was Nangong Ling's uncle and must be from the Nangong family, but he made a huge mistake!
Su Zimo's surname is Su, not Nangong at all!
"Even if the senior is not from the Nangong family, he must be famous. Nangong Yu is so blind that he actually wants to cause trouble for you. Please make atonement for your sins."
Nangong Yu smiled coquettishly, lowered her eyebrows, and completely lowered her head without caring about her face.
"Yeah yeah!"
The three Nascent Soul Realm old men also quickly followed suit.
"Perhaps you have heard of my Taoist name."
Su Zimo said calmly: "I am Huang Wu!"
Huang Wu!
These two words seem to have a magical power.
The expressions on the faces of Nangong Yu and the three Nascent Soul Lords suddenly froze, and only the eyes showed endless fear and horror!
The bodies of the four of them were trembling slightly.
In the entire world of cultivation, there are not many people who can scare cultivators to the point of trembling with just one Taoist name.
Su Zimo is definitely one of them!
Not to mention that Nangong Yu is only in the Golden Core realm, and there are those three Nascent Soul Lords, even the titled disciples of the major super sects will tremble when they hear the word "Huang Wu"!
Huangwu has been practicing so far and has risen against the odds. The people he steps on are the corpses of the great geniuses and evildoers!
Bei Mingxue opened her mouth slightly, and her beautiful eyes showed deep shock!
Huang Wu!
Her master turned out to be the famous Huangwu Daojun in the world of cultivation!
No wonder the master has such a thorough understanding of martial arts.
No wonder, Master has always refused to reveal his identity and kept it secret.
No wonder the master was worried that accepting her as a disciple would implicate her.
There is only one reason.
Master is Huang Wu!
The moment she heard the news, Bei Mingxue's heart was filled with endless joy and pride, except for shock, worry, and fear.
The barren martial arts established the Tao, and the martial arts spread to the common people.
She already had great respect for Huang Wu.
No matter what rumors are circulating outside, Bei Mingxue always believes that Lord Huangwu has a big heart that is difficult for others to match!
This kind of mind is better than any person from a well-known and decent sect, and better than any self-proclaimed righteous cultivator!
Not to mention having Huang Wu as his teacher, even having the opportunity to meet Huang Wu would be a huge satisfaction for Bei Mingxue.
After Su Zimo said this, he said no more.
The whole courtyard suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Nangong Ling lowered his head slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He turned around, looked at Nangong Yu and the others, and said slowly: "You four, don't leave this courtyard today."
Su Zimo didn't say much, but if he said his Dao number, Nangong Yu and the four of them must die!
At present, Su Zimo and some super sects of immortals, Buddhas and demons have completely turned against each other.
If they learn that Su Zimo has not yet died, these super sects will definitely take action.
What's more, Su Zimo's soul was injured and his combat power was greatly reduced.
If the four Nangongyu were allowed to leave, it would be equivalent to putting Su Zimo in a huge dangerous place!
thump! thump!
The four of Nangong Yu knelt down one after another, each of them pale with fear.
"After all, we are members of the Nangong family, with the same blood flowing in our bodies. Uncle Ling, please forgive me!"
"Uncle Ling, please show your respect. After we leave, we will not talk too much!"
Nangong Yu cried bitterly and was frightened to the point of psychological collapse.
Nangong Ling looked calm and unmoved.
There are thousands of branches of the Nangong family.
As a direct bloodline, he has no feelings at all with these collateral clan members.
In his heart, Su Zimo is much more important!
call!
A ball of three-color flame suddenly appeared in Nangong Ling's palm.
Samadhi Dao Fire!
Nangong Ling has obtained the true inheritance of Jihuo's lineage!
Although his Samadhi Dao Fire was much worse than Su Zimo's, it was more than enough to deal with Nangong Yu and the three Nascent Soul Lords.
The flames instantly enveloped Nangong Yu and the others!
"ah!"
Nangong Yu and the others screamed.
The fire is soaring into the sky!
In just a blink of an eye, Nangong Yu turned into a ball of ashes.
He is just Jindan Zhenren, and he cannot hold on under the burning fire of Samadhi Dao.
However, the three Nascent Soul Lords only managed to hold on for a moment before they were completely destroyed. All the flesh, flesh and bones in their bodies were burned away by the Samadhi Dao Fire!
As a direct descendant of the Nangong family, Nangong Ling once joined the Bailian Sect and experienced many storms. He also followed Su Zimo and witnessed world-shattering battles such as the Qianhe Tea Party.
To be able to cultivate to this point, he is not a soft-hearted person!
Bei Mingxue stood behind Su Zimo, looking at the dust slowly falling in the air, with a complicated expression and emotion in her heart.
From the beginning to the end, Su Zimo did not get up or take action.
Just a few words, and Nangong Yu and four others were buried here!
Turning your hand into clouds, turning your hand into rain, this is the master's method!