Eternal Sacred King Chapter 153: Tianbao Auction House

　　 Although many of the disciples were angry, they were able to stay sensible and did not swarm them.

　　 A cultivator in the mid-foundation stage took the lead on boarding the arena, and said coldly: "Junior Brother Su, you are too defiant, I..."

　　 Before this person finished speaking, he saw Su Zimo take two steps and came directly to the front. Without saying anything, he raised his arms and drew an arc in mid-air.

　　The fist is full of flesh and blood, like a big seal crashing down.

　　 "Ah!"

　　 This person exclaimed, and quickly smashed a talisman urn.

　　 Su Zimo's fist slammed heavily on the barrier of the amulet urn, and the light shield shook violently. Then, there was a series of penetrating noises.

　　 Click, click!

　　 Cracks appeared on the mask, spreading rapidly.

　　The second-order amulet was smashed by Su Zimo!

　　This person was so scared that he took the initiative to jump out of the arena before Su Zimo continued to punch him, 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 sacrificed his flying sword for the first time.

　　The two auras on the flying sword are dazzling, and it is actually a middle-grade flying sword.

　　 On the other side, this person pinched Ling Jue with his hand and pointed towards Su Zimo's feet.

　　 At the feet of Su Zimo, thick vines grew like poisonous snakes, climbing up along the ankles, and entwining them tightly.

　　Flying sword and spirituality come at the same time, and the coordination is seamless.

　　If you change to another person, your body shape is restricted, and you will be unable to avoid the attack of the flying sword.

　　 But Su Zimo's blood is too strong!

　　 Unless it is the late stage of foundation building, even the spiritual arts released by the monks in the middle stage of foundation building will not be able to trap him!

　　 rumbling!

　　 The blood in Su Zimo's body was surging, and the thunder light flickered. This thunder and lightning power fell on the vines transformed by spiritual arts, instantly turning it into nothingness.

　　唰!

　　 At the same time, the flying sword descended, piercing the eyebrows.

　　 Su Zimo gave a chuckle, without avoiding it, sticking out his palm, soft like a tongue, gently resting on the body of the stabbed sword and shaking.

　　 The flying sword fell obediently into Su Zimo's palm.

　　 And Su Zimo's palm is unscathed!

The inner disciple opposite 　　 opened his mouth wide, and his eyes almost fell out.

　　 these methods are beyond his cognition.

　　 Empty-handedly grabbing the blade, it's just a trick between martial artists in the arena, and it can only deal with mortals.

　　Where have everyone seen that someone can grab the foundation-building cultivator's flying sword empty-handed?

　　"Everyone, come together!"

　　In the crowd, I don’t know who shouted.

The dozen or so disciples below 　　 were full of enthusiasm and jumped onto the arena.

　　 "Well, that's how it should be!"

　　 Su Zimo let out a big laugh, took a few steps forward, and directly slammed into the crowd, exploded with blood, and crushed it all the way with the supreme fierce, fierce and unforgeable fist!

　　 bang bang bang bang!

　　 Accompanied by a cry of pain, the clashing of fist and flesh continued to sound, and one after another figures fell down.

　　 Many people had just boarded the spirit arena, and before they could stand firmly, they were punched by Su Zimo.

　　 In a blink of an eye, under the arena of spirits, people lie all over the place.

　　 All defeated!

　　 There are three monks standing in the distance. Although their identity tokens are also Inner Sect disciples, these three have extraordinary popularity and are obviously quite different from others.

　　"This person is the number one Su Zimo of the Four Peaks last year."

　　"The melee power is not weak, but it is not very useful."

　　 "Well, he has no chance to get close to us." The man in the middle smiled.

　　 "I heard that several disciples with good aptitude 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 have the opportunity to become inherited disciples and reach our status."

　　 "That's something to be said, let's continue to retreat and prepare for Zongmen Great/Comparative."

　　……

　　 Feng Haoyu saw this scene with no expression on his face, turned and walked towards his cave.

　　 Just entered the cave, closed the door, Feng Haoyu paused, and seemed to feel it.

　　"The method of this child is terrifying. In the land of Linfeng City Spirit Mine, more than 30 foundation-building monks died in his hands, and one of them was in the late stage of foundation building!"

　　 A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and a dark figure in the corner of the cave mansion slowly said.

　　 Feng Haoyu was secretly shocked.

　　 What happened outside Linfeng City, the sect disciples did not know at all, only the head of the five peaks and some elders who went to support it.

　　 Feng Haoyu said: "According to the predecessor, I can't deal with him with my current methods. What's more, in the sect, I can't kill Su Zimo."

　　 "Have you learned the three secret arts?" The hoarse voice sounded again.

　　 "Hmm."

　　 Feng Haoyu nodded.

　　 Most of his mission on this trip is for the three secret techniques of this ethereal peak!

　　 "You write it down and leave it to me."

　　 "No." Feng Haoyu shook his head.

　　 "Huh?"

　　The tone of the dark shadow changed, and the cave in the cave suddenly became tense, full of murderous air.

　　 "Before learning the secret technique, Ling Yun asked me to swear that the secret technique is not allowed to be passed on." Feng Haoyu explained: "I can't help it."

In the 　　Dongfu, there was silence.

After 　　 for a while, Sombra chuckled in a negative test: "Huh, no rumours? I want to see how long the Misty Peak can last! At that time~IndoMTL.com~ I will come to grab it myself. Take the three secrets!"

　　 "What about the three inherited disciples of Su Zimo and Miao Feng?" Feng Haoyu asked again: "Su Zimo is okay, but the three inherited disciples are very simple, rarely show up, and have no chance to start. ."

　　 The shadow said in deep thought: "Don’t act rashly, so as not to startle the snake. Before the Zongmen Grand Competition, find an opportunity to wipe out these four people! Hmph, I want to see, this time what Miao Mifeng can take to participate in the Zongmen Grand. Than!"

　　 A cold wind passed by, and the black shadow disappeared in place, leaving Feng Haoyu's cave.

　　……

　　 As Su Zimo expected, after this battle, no one in the inner sect was bothering him.

　　 In the next two months, Su Zimo has been in retreat in the cave, constantly absorbing spirit stones, and cultivating "Essential Building Foundation" to improve his realm.

　　 Two months later, the end of the year is approaching.

　　Su Zimo has already cultivated to the peak of the initial stage of foundation building.

　　 mainly wanted to find a kind of tempering cheats in the art of refining. Without this kind of cheats, Su Zimo's art of refining could never be improved.

　　 No matter how high his cultivation level is, the sword formation cannot be used, and his strength will be reduced.

　　 Su Zimo made no sound and left quietly.

　　The destination of this trip, called Chiyu City, was an important city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there was a Tianbao Auction House inside.

　　 Generally, as long as there is a city where cultivators gather, there will be a Tianbao Pavilion.

　　 But in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were not many Tianbao auction houses set up. This one in Chiyu City was the closest one to the Misty Peak.

　　Su Zimo intends to try his luck at the Tianbao Auction House.

　　 Since the last battle outside Linfeng City, there are still a lot of spirit stones in his storage bag, which is just right to use.