Chapter 153 Tianbao Auction House

Although many disciples were angry in their hearts, they were able to remain rational and did not swarm over them.

A cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment stepped onto the spiritual battlefield and said coldly: "Junior Brother Su, you are too condescending, I..."

Before the man could finish speaking, he saw Su Zimo take two steps and came directly to the front. Without saying a word, he raised his arms and drew an arc in mid-air.

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

"what!"

The man exclaimed and quickly crushed an amulet.

Su Zimo's fist slammed heavily on the barrier of the amulet, and the mask shook violently, followed by a series of penetrating noises.

Ka Ka Ka!

Cracks appeared on the mask and spread rapidly.

The second-order amulet was smashed by Su Zimo with one punch!

This man was so frightened that he jumped off the battlefield without waiting for Su Zimo to continue punching. His eyes were full of horror, and he retreated in a panic, like a lost dog.

Another inner disciple gritted his teeth, jumped onto the spiritual battlefield, and immediately took out the flying sword.

The two auras on the flying sword flickered and dazzled, and it was actually a mid-grade flying sword.

On the other side, this person pinched the spirit art and pointed at Su Zimo's feet.

At Su Zimo's feet, there were actually thick vines growing up, like poisonous snakes, climbing up along the ankles and wrapping tightly around them.

Flying swords and spiritual techniques came at the same time, and they cooperated seamlessly.

If he were someone else, his body would be restricted, and he would definitely not be able to avoid the attack of Feijian.

But Su Zimo's blood is too strong!

Unless it's in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, even the spirit technique released by the monks in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment can't trap him!

Boom!

The blood in Su Zimo's body was surging, and the lightning flashed. The power of lightning fell on the vines transformed by the spirit technique, instantly turning it into nothingness.

Swish!

At the same time, the flying sword descended and pierced between the eyebrows.

Su Zimo chuckled lightly, and without evading, he stretched out his palm, soft like a tongue, and gently rolled on the stabbing sword.

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

And Su Zimo's palm was unscathed!

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

Such means are beyond his understanding.

Taking a blade with bare hands is just a trick among warriors in the world, and it can only be dealt with against mortals.

Where have everyone seen, someone can actually grab the flying sword of the base-building cultivator with empty hands?

"Let's go together!"

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

The dozen or so disciples below rushed up with blood and jumped onto the spiritual battlefield one after another.

"It's good, that's how it should be!"

Su Zimo laughed loudly, took a few steps forward, slammed into the crowd, burst into the power of blood, and crushed it all the way with the unparalleled ferocity and ferocity!

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by a cry of pain, the sound of fists colliding constantly sounded, and one after another figure fell down.

Many people had just boarded the Spirit Arena, and before they could stand firm, they were punched by Su Zimo.

In the blink of an eye, under the Spirit Arena, there were people lying all over the place.

Total defeat!

Three cultivators stood in the distance. Although their identity tokens were also inner sect disciples, these three had extraordinary popularity and were obviously very different from others.

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

"The strength of melee combat is not weak, but it is not very useful."

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

"I heard that there were several well-qualified disciples last year. In addition to this Su Zimo, there was another Feng Haoyu, and the last one was a beautiful woman named Lengrou."

"Well, these three people have the opportunity to become inheritance disciples and reach our status."

"That's another story. Let's continue to retreat and prepare for the big/competition of the sect."

...

Seeing this scene, Feng Haoyu turned expressionless and walked towards his cave.

As soon as he entered the cave and closed the door, Feng Haoyu paused and seemed to feel something.

"This son's methods are terrifying. In the land of Linfeng City's spiritual mine, more than 30 foundation-building cultivators died in his hands, and one of them was in the late foundation-building stage!"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and in the corner of the cave, a shadow spoke slowly.

Feng Haoyu was secretly shocked.

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

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

"Have you learned all three secret techniques?" The hoarse voice sounded again.

"Um."

Feng Haoyu nodded.

Most of his mission on this trip is for the three secret techniques of this Misty Peak!

"You record it and leave it to me."

"No." Feng Haoyu shook his head.

"Um?"

The tone of the shadow changed, and the cave suddenly became tense, full of chills.

"Before learning the secret technique, Ling Yun made me make an oath not to spread the secret technique." Feng Haoyu explained, "I can't help it."

In the cave, silence fell.

After a while, Hei Ying gave a sinister smile: "Hmph, no rumors are allowed? I want to see how long Misty Peak can last! At that time, I will personally come and take away the three secret techniques!"

"What about the three inheritance disciples of Su Zimo and Misty Peak?" Feng Haoyu asked again, "Su Zimo is fine, but the three inheritance disciples are very secluded, rarely show up, and have no chance to start."

Hei Ying pondered: "Don't act rashly, so as not to scare the snakes. Zongmen is bigger than before, find an opportunity to kill these four people in one sweep! Hmph, I want to see, what will Misty Peak take to participate in Zongmen's big competition this time? !"

A gust of cold wind blew past, and the black shadow disappeared in place, leaving Feng Haoyu's cave.

...

As Su Zimo had expected, after this battle, no one in the inner sect would trouble him again.

For the next two months, Su Zimo has been retreating in the cave, constantly absorbing spiritual stones, cultivating the "Essential Foundation Building", and improving his realm.

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

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

Mainly, I want to find a kind of tempering cheats in the art of refining. Without the cheats in this regard, Su Zimo's art of refining will never be able to improve.

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

Su Zimo said nothing and left quietly.

The destination of this trip, called Chiyu City, is an important city in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there is a Tianbao auction house.

Generally, as long as there are cities where cultivators gather, there will be Tianbao Pavilion.

However, within the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were not many Tianbao auction houses, and the one in Chiyu City was the closest to Misty Peak.

Su Zimo plans to try his luck at Tianbao auction house.

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