Chapter 89

During the whole process, Su Zimo didn't say a word, calmly and frightening.

Standing beside him, the little fat man could naturally feel the fierce aura emanating from Su Zimo's body, which was extremely terrifying!

"Big brother, if you want to fight, don't do it below. According to the rules of the sect, if the monks learn from each other, they can only go to the spiritual battlefield."

Although Su Zimo only had six levels of Qi Condensation, for some reason, the little fat man always believed that Su Zimo was very powerful.

Powerful scary!

Su Zimo stepped forward and looked at Xue Yi's wound.

This sword pierced the shoulder blade, and it was difficult to recover in a month.

Xue Yi's face was pale, and after seeing Su Zimo, he forced a smile and said, "Junior Brother Su, you are here too."

"Um."

Su Zimo nodded and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, take care of your injuries, I will help you out."

"do not!"

Xue Yi's expression changed, he quickly grabbed Su Zimo's arm, shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Su, don't fall for the trick! Their move is to provoke you to the battlefield and severely injured you, making you unable to participate. At the end of the year, Qifeng is more artistic."

"Yeah, Junior Brother Su, don't worry about our business, as long as Qifeng is better than Feng Haoyu in terms of art at the end of the year, even if you are angry for us." The disciple of Qifeng next to him also quickly persuaded.

Su Zimo shook his head.

Seeing this scene, Xue Yi was even more anxious, and said: "Junior Brother Su, you have been in the sect for less than three months, and you have never come to Lingfeng to hear how the monks fight and fight. What do you compare with others? At the sixth level of Qi, Senior Brother is defeated at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, don’t be stupid!”

Although Xue Yi's words were not pleasant, his concern was beyond words.

"Ah……"

Sun Tao, who had just walked off the Spirit Arena, passed by Su Zimo and the others, heard a sudden chuckle, raised his eyebrows and said, "If Junior Brother Su wants to compare, my Lingfeng disciple also has the sixth level of Qi Condensation. No matter how bad it is, how about finding a fifth-layer Qi condensate to compare with you?"

"Ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Junior Brother Su, I am the fifth floor of Qi Condensation. I would like to fight with you on the Spiritual Arena. Do you dare to fight?" A Lingfeng disciple stood up.

Another Lingfeng disciple said loudly: "Junior Brother Su, you and I have joined the sect together. Although I am only at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, I dare to compete with you!"

Feng Haoyu looked at Su Zimo and said leisurely, "If you want to find a Qi trainer on the third floor of Qi Condensation as an opponent, there is really no Lingfeng."

Hahaha!

The laughter in the crowd grew louder.

"Too deceiving!" Qi Feng's disciples were so angry that their faces turned blue.

The little fat man let out a sigh.

After all, he is also a member of Lingfeng. Although he is on Su Zimo's side in his heart, it is hard to say anything at this time.

Xue Yi covered the wound and said solemnly, "Junior Brother Su, let's go back, don't be fooled."

"This matter started because of me, and it should be ended by me."

As soon as the words fell, Su Zimo turned his eyes and landed on Feng Haoyu, and said slowly: "Feng Haoyu, because of the false name of the first three peaks, you have done so many things in secret. Originally, I thought you It's a character, and now..."

Su Zimo didn't continue, just shook his head.

A cold light flashed in Feng Haoyu's eyes, and he asked coldly, "Su Zimo, what do you mean?"

"Didn't you keep fighting with me?"

Su Zimo said, "As you wish, go to the Spirit Arena!"

The voices in the crowd gradually faded.

Everyone looked at Su Zimo in astonishment, unable to believe what they had just heard.

Su Zimo wants to challenge Feng Haoyu?

One is the sixth layer of condensing gas, and the other is the eighth layer of condensing gas.

One is a disciple of Qifeng and is not good at fighting, while the other is the first genius of Lingfeng!

The gap between the two sides is like a cloud of mud!

The little fat man was also stunned.

Although he thinks Su Zimo is strong, he is not strong enough to challenge Feng Haoyu.

Now, Su Zimo directly declared war on Feng Haoyu, which instantly made the little fat man messy.

"Junior Brother Su, don't, don't do this!" Xue Yi thought that Su Zimo was too young, so he didn't care about anything, so he challenged Feng Haoyu.

"Hahahahaha!"

After a brief silence, there was a louder laugh from the crowd.

Some Lingfeng disciples covered their stomachs and laughed: "No way, this Su Zimo is too funny, he actually wants to challenge Junior Brother Feng."

"This is called a man's arm as a car, beyond your own strength!"

"Yeah, God knows how he is so embarrassed to say it, this man is thick-skinned."

Feng Haoyu smiled and said nothing, just looked at Su Zimo quietly.

In the current situation, he didn't need to speak at all, Su Zimo had become a laughing stock, and it was a complete defeat.

Sun Tao sneered beside him: "If you want to challenge Junior Brother Feng, are you qualified!"

Su Zimo glanced at him and said lightly, "Don't worry, Feng Haoyu is finished, you are the next one."

"Roar!"

Linghu suddenly lowered his body and roared, which was deafening, and the roar of laughter around the arena suddenly fell silent.

Many of the surrounding sect disciples were startled, and subconsciously retreated, the crowd crowded and pushed, and there was a burst of restlessness.

Linghu looked around, suffocating, the round tiger's eyes were full of ferocity and cruelty, his teeth were cracked, and some female disciples were so frightened that their faces turned pale and screamed.

Linghu was proud in his heart and swept away the previous decadence.

The fact that Linghu was made obedient by Su Zimo did not prove that it was weak.

On the contrary, Linghu is very strong, comparable to high-level Qi practitioners. If it is a matter of life and death, it is still unknown who wins and who loses.

Most of the Lingfeng disciples often go out, they have experienced a lot of battles, and they have also fought with spirit beasts.

Sun Tao squinted his eyes, took into account his thoughts, walked easily, avoided Linghu's sight, and secretly took out a flying sword, his eyes flashed fiercely.

call out!

Feijian let go and stabbed at Linghu's head!

This time, Sun Tao's shot was extremely concealed, and there was no warning.

In addition, there were more than 2,000 people around here, the breath was chaotic, and the voice was noisy. Linghu just noticed that Feijian had stabbed in front of him!

This sword was too vicious, and it was completely aimed at beheading the Linghu, with no intention of holding back.

When his life was hanging by a thread, Linghu jumped, turned his head sideways, and flicked aside desperately.

呲!

A flash of blood flashed.

Feijian cut a long and narrow bloody wound on Linghu's side, the flesh turned out, and the blood flowed non-stop.

"Ow!"

Linghu fell to the ground, screamed, his body trembled, and his eyes were full of pain.

"Um?

Su Zimo's expression changed, and suddenly he turned around, seeing the scene of Linghu being injured and falling to the ground, his heart was full of murderous intentions!

The target of Sun Tao's sword was not Su Zimo, so his spiritual sense was not aware of the danger. When he heard the sound of the flying sword, it was already too late.

Besides, Su Zimo turned his back to Sun Tao before, and paid attention to Feng Haoyu.

He never thought that under the Spirit Arena, someone would dare to ignore the rules of the sect!

Seeing Su Zimo's eyes, the little fat man groaned in his heart, and secretly said, "It's over, it's going to be bad!"

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