Although many disciples were angry, they could still maintain their rationality and did not swarm him.
A monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment stepped onto the Spirit Arena first and said in a cold voice: "Junior Brother Su, you are too arrogant, I..."
Before the man finished speaking, Su Zimo took two steps forward and came directly to him. Without saying a word, he raised his arm and drew an arc in mid-air.
The fist was filled with flesh and blood, like a big seal crashing down.
"ah!"
The man exclaimed and quickly crushed an amulet.
Su Zimo's fist hit the barrier of the amulet heavily, and the light shield shook violently, followed by a series of penetrating sounds.
Click, click, click!
Cracks appeared on the light mask and spread rapidly.
The second-level amulet was shattered by Su Zimo's punch!
This man was so frightened that he jumped out of the spirit arena without waiting for Su Zimo to continue punching. His eyes were full of horror and he retreated in panic, like a bereaved dog.
Another inner disciple gritted his teeth, jumped onto the spirit arena, and immediately launched his flying sword.
Two spiritual lights flashed on the flying sword, which was dazzling. It turned out to be a middle-grade flying sword.
On the other side, this person held a spiritual secret and pointed at Su Zimo's feet.
At Su Zimo's feet, thick vines grew out, like poisonous snakes, climbing up his ankles and wrapping around them tightly.
The flying swords and spiritual arts came at the same time, and they cooperated perfectly.
If it were anyone else, their body shape would be restricted and they would definitely not be able to dodge the flying sword attack.
But Su Zimo's bloodline is too strong!
Unless he is in the late stage of foundation building, even the spiritual spells released by the monks in the middle stage of foundation building cannot trap him!
Boom!
The blood in Su Zimo's body surged, and the lightning flashed. The power of thunder and lightning fell on the vines transformed by spiritual magic, instantly electrocuting them into nothingness.
Uh-huh!
At the same time, the flying sword descended and pierced the center of the eyebrow.
Su Zimo chuckled lightly, and without escaping, he stretched out his palm, soft like a tongue, and gently placed it on the stabbing sword, curling it and vibrating.
The flying sword fell into Su Zimo's palm obediently.
But Su Zimo's palm was unscathed!
The inner disciple opposite opened his mouth wide and his eyes almost fell out.
Such methods were beyond his knowledge.
Seizing a white blade with bare hands is just a little trick among warriors in the martial arts world, and it can only be used against mortals.
Where has everyone seen that someone can snatch the Flying Sword of the Foundation Establishment Monk with bare hands
"Everyone come together!"
Someone in the crowd shouted something.
The dozen or so disciples below were filled with enthusiasm and jumped onto the Spirit Arena one after another.
"Well done, as it should be!"
Su Zimo laughed loudly, took a few steps forward, and crashed directly into the crowd. He exploded with the power of his blood and crushed them all the way with his supreme ferocious power and fierce fists!
Bang bang bang bang!
Accompanied by screams of pain and the sounds of fists and flesh clashing, figures fell down one after another.
Many people had just stepped onto the Spirit Arena and were punched down by Su Zimo before they could stand firm.
In the blink of an eye, under the spirit arena, people were lying in confusion.
Total defeat!
There are three monks standing in the distance. Although their identity tokens are also inner disciples, these three people have extraordinary demeanor and are obviously very different from others.
"This person is Su Zimo, the number one in the Four Peaks last year."
"It's not weak in close combat, but it's not very useful."
"Well, against us, he has no chance to get close." The man in the middle smiled.
"I heard that several disciples with good qualifications appeared last year. In addition to this Su Zimo, there is also Feng Haoyu, and the last one is a beauty named Leng Rou."
"Well, these three people all have the opportunity to become inheritance disciples and reach our status."
"That's a story for another day. Let's continue to retreat and prepare for the sect competition."
…
When Feng Haoyu saw this scene, his face was expressionless, and he turned around and walked towards his cave.
As soon as he entered the cave and closed the door, Feng Haoyu paused and seemed to feel something.
"This man's methods are terrifying. In the Linfeng City Spiritual Mine, more than thirty foundation-building monks died in his hands, including one who was in the late stage of foundation-building!"
A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and in the corner of the cave, a black figure spoke slowly.
Feng Haoyu was secretly shocked.
What exactly happened outside Linfeng City was unknown to the sect disciples. Only the leader of the Five Peaks and some elders who went to support knew.
Feng Haoyu said: "According to what the senior said, I can't deal with him with my current methods. What's more, I can't kill Su Zimo in the sect."
"Have you learned all three secret arts?" The hoarse voice sounded again.
"Um."
Feng Haoyu nodded.
Most of his mission during this trip was for the three secret techniques of Piaomiao Peak!
"You record it and leave it to me."
"No." Feng Haoyu shook his head.
"Um?"
As soon as the black shadow's tone changed, the cave suddenly became tense and filled with a chilling air.
"Before I learned the secret technique, Ling Yun made me swear an oath not to spread the secret technique to outsiders." Feng Haoyu explained: "There is nothing I can do."
There was silence in the cave.
After a while, the black shadow gave a sinister laugh: "Hmph, no external news allowed? I want to see how long Piaomiao Peak can last! When the time comes, I will personally come and take away the three secret techniques!"
"What about Su Zimo and the three disciples from Piaomiao Peak?" Feng Haoyu asked again: "Su Zimo is fine, but those three disciples live in seclusion and rarely show up, so there is no chance to take action."
The black shadow muttered: "Don't act rashly, so as not to alert the snake. The sect is bigger than before. Find an opportunity to catch these four people in one catch! Hmph, I want to see what Piaomiao Peak will bring to participate in the sect competition this time. !”
A gust of cold wind passed by, and the black shadow disappeared on the spot, leaving Feng Haoyu's cave.
…
As Su Zimo expected, after this battle, no one in the inner sect came to trouble him again.
In the next two months, Su Zimo has been in retreat in the cave, constantly absorbing spiritual stones, practicing the "Miao Miao Foundation Establishment Chapter", and improving his realm.
Two months later, the end of the year is approaching.
Su Zimo has reached the peak of the early stage of foundation building. He is very restless and wants to go out for a walk.
The main thing is to find a secret book about the art of refining weapons. Without this secret book, Su Zimo's skill of refining weapons will never be improved.
No matter how high his level of cultivation is, the sword formation cannot be used and his strength will still be reduced.
Su Zimo left quietly without saying anything.
The destination of this trip is called Chiyu City, which is an important city in the Zhou Dynasty and houses the Tianbao Auction House.
Generally, wherever there are cities where cultivators gather, there will be a Tianbao Pavilion.
However, within the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were not many Tianbao Auction Houses established, and the one in Chiyu City was the one closest to Piaomiao Peak.
Su Zimo planned to try his luck at Tianbao Auction House.
Since the last battle outside Linfeng City, he still had a lot of spirit stones in his storage bag, which he could use just in time.