In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo has been a member of the sect for more than two months.
Half of the year has passed.
On this day, Su Zimo was thinking about the method of gathering spirits in the cave. The spirit tiger's ears twitched and he vaguely heard the sound of someone flying with a sword, and he was speeding in this direction.
Not long after, there was a rapid knock on the door.
"Brother, open the door quickly, are you there?" came the little fat man's voice.
Su Zimo had just had some inspiration when his thoughts were interrupted. He sighed in his heart, floated down from the stone bed, opened the cave and walked out, with Linghu following behind him.
This spiritual tiger was taller than the little fat man, and had a sinister look on his face. When the little fat man saw it suddenly, he was startled and almost took out his flying sword and fled from the place.
Seeing the spirit beast token hanging around Linghu's neck, the little fat man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Big brother is still awesome, he actually brought the spirit beast with him."
"What's the matter, so anxious?" Su Zimo saw beads of sweat dripping from the tip of the little fat man's nose. It seemed like something happened outside, so he rushed over with all his strength.
The little fat man slapped his forehead and said quickly: "Brother, it's not good, your Qi Peak disciples and Ling Peak disciples started fighting, right here in the Ling Peak Spirit Arena!"
"Um?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly and asked, "Tell me slowly, what's going on?"
"That's right."
The little fat man organized his thoughts and told the whole story.
Su Zimo's eyes gradually turned cold.
It turned out that the source of the conflict between the disciples of the two peaks was still with him.
During this period, Su Zimo lived in seclusion and rarely showed up. Because he did not attend Qifeng's end-of-month assessment, he even faced Feng Haoyu's challenge. He didn't even say a word, but Feng Haoyu felt that he was being ignored. .
This is simply a shame!
Naturally, the disciples of Lingfeng couldn't help but sneer at him, saying that Su Zimo of Qifeng was a coward and didn't dare to challenge him.
The Qifeng disciples naturally felt uncomfortable after hearing this, and the two sides kept quarreling during this period.
Until today, the conflict completely broke out, and the disciples of the two peaks made an appointment to fight together.
To be fair, except for Su Zimo, the disciples selected for Qi Peak did not have any spiritual roots, and they were not good at fighting among monks.
Most of the disciples of Qi Peak focus on improving their cultivation level and refining weapons.
Qi practitioners at the same level, Qi Peak disciples are far from being the opponents of Ling Peak disciples, and even if their cultivation level is one level higher, they may lose.
There is no way Qi Feng will win this fight!
Without saying a word, Su Zimo took out his flying sword and said in a deep voice: "Let's go to Lingfeng!"
The spirit tiger also jumped up. As a spirit beast, he naturally had to follow Su Zimo.
During this period of time, Su Zimo's cultivation has been promoted to the sixth level of Qi Condensation. When galloping at full speed, the speed of flying the sword is almost the same as that of the little fat man at the seventh level of Qi Condensation!
You know, the little fat man also has heavenly spiritual roots.
The two of them have the same speed, which means that the quality of Su Zimo's spiritual energy is higher than that of the little fat man!
"That doesn't make sense."
The little fat man clicked his tongue in surprise.
"Brother, don't be impulsive for a while." As he was about to arrive at Lingfeng, the little fat man saw Su Zimo's cold expression and hurriedly advised him for fear that he would do something outrageous.
Su Zimo was noncommittal.
In Piaomiao Peak, monks are not allowed to fight among themselves at will. If there are conflicts and grievances, they have to go to the spirit arena.
There are spirit battle arenas on the five peaks, located in the west of each peak.
The western element belongs to gold, and it is mainly for killing!
Even in the spiritual arena, fighting among monks is not a life-or-death battle. It only needs to be done to distinguish between superiors and inferiors.
Of course, in a fight, especially between monks of similar strength, the fight often only lasts for a moment, and it is difficult to stop. There have also been cases of maiming fellow disciples in the spiritual arena.
Soon, Su Zimo and the little fat man came to the sky above Lingfeng. There was an area in the west where a dense crowd of people stood, and many disciples were watching.
Su Zimo and the two landed outside the spirit arena.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The little fat man used his fat body to squeeze out a way.
Many Lingfeng disciples were about to turn around and curse, but when they saw Linghu following behind Su Zimo, they were instantly frightened and suppressed the words that came to their lips.
The spirit tiger behaved like a kitten in front of Su Zimo. When he came outside, he suddenly looked majestic and let out a low growl from time to time, showing his fierceness!
It didn't take long for the two men and the beast to arrive at the front of the crowd.
Around the Spirit Arena, at least two thousand trial disciples were watching. Not only Spirit Peak and Qi Peak, but also disciples from the other three peaks came after hearing the news.
The news of this battle is not small, it can be said to be a shock to Wufeng!
Most of those who can stand at the front of the crowd are the leaders of the spiritual peaks or the geniuses of various peaks. Among them, Leng Rou, who possesses ice spiritual roots, is also watching the battle, with an expression as cold as ever.
In the spirit arena, an eighth-level qi practitioner from Lingfeng was fighting with Xue Yi from Qi Peak.
Xue Yi is at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and is even higher than this person in terms of cultivation, but now he is completely suppressed and is at a disadvantage. It is only a matter of time before he loses.
When Qi practitioners fight, the means they use are relatively scarce, and they only use external objects such as spiritual weapons and talismans.
Although they all control a flying sword, in the hands of the eighth-level Qi practitioners in Lingfeng, the flying sword appears to be extremely flexible and elegant, penetrating all over, and always suppressing Xue Yi.
Xue Yi's control of the flying sword seemed much clumsy.
"This person's name is Sun Tao. He has Tianlinggen. He is nothing in Lingfeng. He only listens to Feng Haoyu's words. Huh, big brother, even though I am at the seventh level of Qi Condensation, who can win against this person? Negative or unknown." The little fat man whispered from the side.
Su Zimo nodded and turned to look at Feng Haoyu, who was not far away and was wearing a purple robe and looking aloof.
At this moment, Feng Haoyu also turned his head and saw Su Zimo.
Feng Haoyu's eyes flashed with amusement.
"Haha, are you finally willing to show up?"
Feng Haoyu sneered in his heart and suddenly raised his voice: "Sun Tao, there is no need to delay, win quickly, the 'genius' from Qifeng is here to watch the battle."
Feng Haoyu emphasized the word genius very hard, and immediately, countless eyes fell on Su Zimo.
Leng Rou turned her head slightly, glanced at Su Zimo lightly, and then turned away.
In the midst of the intense fight, Sun Tao was distracted and glanced outside the court.
After seeing Su Zimo, Sun Tao laughed loudly, made a seal with both hands, and the aura on the flying sword was strong. The power exploded, and Xue Yi's flying sword was instantly swung away, and he stabbed Xue Yi in the chest with one sword!
A flash of panic flashed in Xue Yi's eyes, and he wanted to dodge, but when he looked at the flying sword, his body became a little stiff.
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes.
Seeing that the flying sword was about to hit Xue Yi's chest, Sun Tao chuckled again, turned the tip of the sword and raised it slightly.
Poof!
The flying sword passed through Xue Yi's shoulder blade, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers.
Xue Yi groaned and was staggered by this force, falling down into the spirit arena.
Several Qifeng disciples quickly helped Xue Yi back and sprinkled golden sore medicine on the wound, which gradually stopped the bleeding.
The Qifeng disciples glared angrily at Sun Tao who was coming down from the Spiritual Arena, and yelled loudly: "It's obvious that we have already decided who is better, why do you still hurt others!"
"Hmph, my skills are inferior to others, who can blame me?"
Sun Tao sneered and said: "You Qifeng can only quarrel, so what if you are at the ninth level of Qi Condensation? Your cultivation level is one level higher than mine, but in my eyes, Sun Tao is nothing more than that!"