Under the gaze of countless eyes, and with the hands of many Jindan masters bowing in salute, Su Zimo came to Xuan Yi and Liu Hui, bowed deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Piaomiao Peak disciple Su Zimo , I have met the two chief adults."
"Okay, okay, good boy, get up quickly."
Xuan Yi quickly stepped forward and held up Su Zimo's arms, looking excited.
"It turns out Mr. Mo's real name is Su Zimo."
"Mr. Mo is so young, but he still has foundation building skills?"
"Aren't you saying that Piaomiao Peak is not good at refining weapons? Why did such a monster suddenly appear? The ancestral graves are filled with smoke!"
Many Jindan masters murmured in low voices, looking at Su Zimo with curious eyes.
Liu Hui turned her back, wiped her tears, and said with a smile: "Xuan Yi, please stop holding him and let him sit down."
"Yep."
Xuan Yi was suddenly enlightened and said: "Come over quickly. Let's go back and discuss your matters. We have plenty of time."
"Um."
Su Zimo nodded, turned around and continued walking forward. His eyes turned and fell on Master Canglang not far away.
Eyes facing each other.
Su Zimo smiled.
Master Canglang stared at the oncoming Su Zimo, his face was ashen, and he really couldn't laugh.
"how so?"
Three years ago, when he heard that Su Zimo had also become a cultivator, Master Canglang just smiled indifferently.
Even if Su Zimo steps into cultivation, he will never be able to catch up with him.
In his eyes, Su Zimo is still the ant that can be ravaged, trampled and crushed by him!
However, it was just a small ant before, but now it has become bigger.
He, Master Canglang, has practiced Taoism for more than two hundred years. What is his identity, strength, and status now
Just the connections accumulated over the past two hundred years are enough to crush this Su Zimo to death.
But now, just as Su Zimo stepped on the golden carpet, Master Canglang suddenly realized that except for his own strength, all his advantages were gone!
In terms of status, influence, and connections, he couldn't compare to Su Zimo.
In other words, he is no match for Mr. Mo.
A month ago, at the entrance of the Mo Ling Weapon Refining Workshop, Su Zimo promised that his head could be exchanged for a top-quality spiritual weapon!
Master Canglang really felt that many Master Jindan were tempted at that time, and even showed a hint of murderous intention.
If he were not in the royal city and no one dared to act rashly, he would most likely be besieged!
Destiny is so wonderful.
Once upon a time, Master Canglang could easily kill Su Zimo's life with just a snap of his fingers.
Now, Su Zimo almost got Master Canglang's head in exchange for his promise.
Su Zimo passed by Master Canglang, paused for a moment, and sighed softly: "Canglang, do you still remember what I said back then?"
Before Master Canglang could respond, Su Zimo had already walked over.
Although many years have passed, for some reason, Master Canglang still clearly remembers that scene.
The young man had no expression on his face and said in an extremely calm tone: "If you don't kill me, you will regret it in the future."
Suddenly, Master Canglang regretted it.
…
In the square, more than 100,000 foundation-building monks were completely confused.
Except for the people at Piaomiao Peak who were jumping for joy, the other monks had complicated expressions.
Just now, all of them thought Su Zimo was a joke. It was not until this moment that they realized that the real joke was themselves.
Qingshuangmen Junhao let out a long breath.
Even though he had expected it, when he actually learned the result, he was still mentally shocked.
Tao Feng from the True Fire Sect looked uncertain. Every time he thought about what he had just said, his face turned pale.
"Hey, fellow Taoist Tao Feng, you don't seem to be happy that my elder brother said you are not qualified?" the little fat man asked with a smile.
Tao Feng had a gloomy face and said nothing.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The little fat man curled his lips and said: "Who was it just now? You were so arrogant and wanted to compete with my elder brother in weapon refining. Why are you not talking now? Don't be a coward!"
Tao Feng gritted his teeth and trembled all over, but couldn't say a word.
He just said too many words, but now, every word was thrown back and hit hard on the face, which was burning and painful!
Next to Tao Feng, stood a man with a cold aura, looking at Su Zimo in the spectator seats, with a trace of murderous intent flashing deep in his eyes.
Si Yutang felt a little weak when he thought that he had provoked Su Zimo just now, and laughed dryly: "Who would have thought that he is Mr. Mo, haha."
No one paid attention to him, which was a bit embarrassing.
"Junior sister, do you think so?" Si Yutang turned around and asked.
Shen Mengqi next to him seemed unaware, as if he had lost his soul, staring blankly at the figure in the audience seat who was getting farther and farther away, getting higher and higher.
In an instant, she suddenly understood many things.
Why a month ago, Mr. Mo issued a decree asking her master, Master Canglang, to kneel down.
Why did Su Zimo make such bold claims that Tao Feng was not qualified
Why was Su Zimo indifferent when he heard Mr. Mo's name.
Why did Su Zimo look at her with that weird look when she mentioned Mr. Mo
Why, even Princess Wednesday came over on her own initiative.
Why…
These countless doubts only need one answer to explain them all.
Su Zimo is Mr. Mo!
At this moment, she suddenly felt like a fool.
"Princess Dazhou's actions have created many powerful enemies for you. I'll see how you end up with this!"
Recalling what she had just said, Shen Mengqi laughed to herself.
Su Zimo didn't need to end it at all.
Because as long as he reveals his identity, that's enough.
Shen Mengqi was confused.
She once thought that with the one-of-a-kind immortal fate, she would soar into the sky and be forever separated from Su Zimo, becoming a person in two different worlds.
But now, she suddenly realized it.
A few years later, everything she owned was nothing worth mentioning in front of Su Zimo.
Her life might not be as good as Su Zimo's promise.
Suddenly, Shen Mengqi regretted it.
…
Soon, Su Zimo had arrived in the second area, where there was only one empty seat.
This is a position below one person and above ten thousand people, sitting side by side with the prince and princess, and sitting at the same table as the big shopkeeper of Tianbao Auction House!
Emperor Zhou pointed and said, "Sit down."
Su Zimo nodded.
Next to this empty seat is Ji Yaoxue.
The two looked at each other and smiled. Just as Su Zimo sat down, a gust of fragrant wind hit him.
Immediately afterwards, there was another person on the other side of Su Zimo,
Su Zimo looked sideways and was slightly startled.
But it was Yaoji Ji who moved the chair and ran to his left, right next to him.
As a result, Su Zimo's seat was sandwiched between the two princesses.
Su Zimo coughed lightly and suddenly became a little uncomfortable.
"Hehe, I'll sit here." Ji Yaoxing laughed.
Ji Yaoxue looked at her sister dotingly, shook her head and chuckled.
The princes seemed to understand Ji Yaojing's temper. They didn't say anything and smiled. Instead, they nodded to Su Zimo.
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat. No one else could hear it, but he could faintly feel that Ji Yaoxing's laughter was a little weird!
"I wonder what this goblin is thinking about."
Su Zimo frowned secretly and looked away.
At this moment, the voice of Emperor Zhou rang out, spreading in all directions, with lingering echoes.
"The sect competition has officially begun!"