Eternal Sacred King Chapter 88: 2 Peak Meeting

　　 In a blink of an eye, Su Zimo has been in 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 mansion. With the movement of both ears, the spirit tiger vaguely heard the sound of someone flying a sword, and was galloping in this direction.

　　 Not long after, there was a rapid knock on the door.

　　 "Brother, open the door, are you there?" The little fat man's voice came.

　　 Su Zimo just got a little inspiration, he was interrupted, he sighed in his heart, floated down from the stone bed, opened the cave and walked out, Linghu followed behind.

　　 This Linghu is taller than the little fat man, with a look of suffocation, the little fat man suddenly saw it, was shocked, and almost took out a flying sword and escaped here.

　　 Seeing the spirit beast token hanging on Linghu’s neck, the little fat man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Brother is still amazing, so I actually brought spirit beasts."

　　 "What's the matter, so anxious?" Su Zimo saw that the tip of the little fat man's nose was oozing with fine sweat, and it seemed that something was going on outside, so he came with all his strength.

　　 The little fat man patted his forehead, and said quickly, "Big Brother, it's not good, your Qifeng disciple and Lingfeng disciple have fought, and they are in the Lingfeng Arena!"

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Su Zimo frowned slightly and asked: "Say slowly, what's the matter?"

　　 "That's it."

　　 The little fat man sorted out his thoughts and told the ins and outs of the matter.

　　 Su Zimo's eyes gradually cooled.

　　 It turns out that the root of the conflict between the disciples of the two peaks is still in his body.

　　 During this period of time, Su Zimo stayed simple and rarely showed up. As Qifeng didn’t go and participate in the exam at the end of the month, he even faced Feng Haoyu’s challenge. He didn’t even say a word, but Feng Haoyu thought I was ignored.

　　 This is a shame!

　　 Lingfeng disciples naturally had a sneer and cynicism, saying that Su Zimo of Qifeng was a tortoise with a shrunken head, and he didn't dare to challenge the like.

　　 Qifeng disciple listened, naturally uncomfortable, and the two sides kept arguing during this period.

　　 Until today, the conflict broke out completely, and the disciples of the two peaks got together for a fight.

　　 To be fair, the disciples selected for Qifeng, except for Su Zimo, do not have a root of heaven, and they are not good at fighting among cultivators.

　　 Qifeng disciples mostly put their minds on improving the realm of cultivation and refining tools.

　　 Qifeng disciples of the same realm, Qifeng disciples are far from the opponents of Lingfeng disciples, and even if the cultivation realm is higher than one level, they may lose.

　　This time, Qifeng will never win!

　　 Su Zimo didn't say a word, but offered his flying sword, and said in a deep voice: "Go, go to Lingfeng!"

　　 Linghu also jumped up. As a spirit beast, he naturally had to follow Su Zimo.

　　 During this period of time, Su Zimo's cultivation base has been upgraded to the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and at full speed, the speed of the flying sword is almost the same as that of the little fat man on the seventh level of Qi Condensation!

　　 You know, the little fat man is also the root of heaven.

　　 And the speed of the two is the same, which means that Su Zimo's aura quality is higher than that of Fatty!

　　 "This doesn't make sense."

　　 The little fat guy is amazed.

　　 "Brother, don't be impulsive for a while." Seeing that he was about to reach Lingfeng, the little fat man saw Su Zimo's expression cold, fearing that he would do something extraordinary, and quickly persuaded him.

　　 Su Zimo is noncommittal.

　　In the misty peaks, monks should not fight and fight at will. If there are conflicts and grievances, they have to go to the spiritual battlefield.

　　 There are spiritual battlefields on the five peaks, which are located in the west of each peak.

　　The West belongs to gold, the main killer!

　　Even in the battlefield of the spirits, the monks cannot fight for life and death among the cultivators. The cultivation base is abolished, as long as the superiority is distinguished.

　　 Of course, in a fight, especially between monks of similar strength, they often fight for a moment, and it is difficult to stop. There have also been cases of defeating the same door in the spirit battle arena.

　　 Soon, Su Zimo and Little Fatty came to the sky above Lingfeng. There was a dense crowd of people standing in an area in the west, and many disciples were watching.

　　 Su Zimo landed outside the arena.

　　 "Get out, get out!" Relying on his fat body, the little fat man squeezed a path abruptly.

　　 Many Lingfeng disciples were about to turn their heads to curse, but when they saw the Linghu behind Su Zimo, they were instantly shocked, and they stunned again.

　　Linghu was as clever as a kitten in front of Su Zimo, came outside, suddenly looked majestic, and let out a low roar from time to time, showing his ferocity!

　　 It didn't take long for the two to come to the front of the crowd.

　　 Around the Lingdouchang, at least two thousand trial disciples were onlookers. Not only Lingfeng and Qifeng, but disciples from the other three peaks also came to hear the news.

　　 The movement of this engagement is not small, it can be described as the Five Peaks shaking!

　　 Those who can stand at the forefront of the crowd are mostly Lingfeng leaders, or the geniuses of each peak. Among them, Leng Rou, who has ice roots, is also watching the battle, his expression is as cold as ever.

On the 　　 Ling arena, an eighth-level qi-trainer at Lingfeng is fighting with Xue Yi from Qifeng.

　　 Xue Yi is at the 9th level of Qi Condensation, and he is even higher than this person in the realm of cultivation, but now he is completely suppressed, at a disadvantage, and it is only a matter of time before he loses.

　　The methods used by the qi practitioners to fight against each other are relatively scarce, nothing more than external objects such as spirit instruments and talisman.

　　 Although they are all driving a flying sword, in the hands of the eighth-tier Qiqi practitioners of Lingfeng, the flying sword appears extremely flexible and elegant, pervasive, and always suppressing Xue Yi.

　　 Xue Yi's manipulation of the flying sword seems a lot clumsy.

　　"This person’s name is Sun Tao, Tianlinggen, and it’s nothing in the spiritual peak, just listen to Feng Haoyu's words. Humph, brother, don’t think I’m on the seventh layer of Qi Condensation, but against this person, It is still unknown who wins and loses." The little fat man whispered from the side.

　　 Su Zimo nodded, his gaze turned, and he looked at Feng Haoyu who was wearing a purple robe~IndoMTL.com~ with an aloof look not far away.

　　 At this moment, Feng Haoyu also turned his head and saw Su Zimo.

　　A hint of playfulness flashed in Feng Haoyu's eyes.

　　 "Hehe, are you finally willing to show up."

　　 Feng Haoyu sneered in his heart, and suddenly raised his voice: "Sun Tao, don't delay, win quickly, Qifeng's'genius' is here to watch the game."

　　 Feng Haoyu bit the word genius very hard, and immediately, countless eyes fell on Su Zimo.

　　 Lengrou glanced slightly, glanced at Su Zimo faintly, and then turned his head.

　　During the intense fight, Sun Tao was able to take a distracted look outside the court.

　　 After seeing Su Zimo, Sun Tao laughed and pinched the tactics with both hands. The flying sword was full of aura and power exploded. Instantly, Xue Yi's flying sword swung away, and a sword pierced Xue Yi's chest!

　　 A trace of panic flashed in Xue Yi's eyes, trying to dodge, but looking at the stabbing flying sword, his body was a little stiff.

　　 Su Zimo narrowed his eyes.

　　 Seeing that Feijian was about to pierce Xue Yi's chest, Sun Tao chuckled again and turned the tip of the sword slightly upwards.

　　噗噗嗤!

　　 Flying sword passed through Xue Yi's shoulder blade, bringing out a lock of blood.

　　 Xue Yi snorted, and was staggered by this force, and fell into the spirit arena.

　　A few Qifeng disciples hurriedly helped Xue Yi back, and sprinkled golden sore medicine on the wound, and gradually stopped the bleeding.

The disciple of 　　 Qifeng glared and looked at Sun Tao who had walked down from the battle arena, and yelled: "Obviously you have already distinguished yourself, why are you still hurting people!"

　　 "Hmph, the skill is not as good as humans, who can be blamed."

　　 Sun Tao sneered: "You can also fight with Qifeng, what about the nine layers of Qi, the cultivation level is one level higher than mine, and it is nothing more than that in my Sun Tao's eyes!"