Chapter 126 Three Flying Swords

In the past two days, Su Zimo has not shown up, and has been retreating in the cave, hitting the ninth floor of Qi Condensation.

On the night that Lingfeng's competition ended, Su Zimo swallowed the second Spirit Gathering Pill.

Su Zimo's body seemed to have turned into a vortex, and a steady stream of spiritual energy poured into his body through his right hand, rushing frantically to his dantian.

The aura in Su Zimo's dantian continued to expand, like a sea of ​​smoke.

I don't know how long it took, Su Zimo was shocked, opened his eyes, in the darkness, two scorching lights flashed, and quickly disappeared.

Nine layers of condensed air!

Less than a year after joining the sect, Su Zimo finally stepped into the ninth floor of Qi Condensation.

This cultivation speed, even in the entire cultivation world, is by no means slow.

At this time, Su Zimo carefully felt the changes in his dantian, and his eyes were a little confused.

According to what was said in Condensing Qi Jue, at the tenth level of condensing Qi, which is the realm of Great Perfection, the spiritual energy in Dantian will change quantitatively.

That is to say, a sea of ​​qi will form in the dantian.

This is why it takes more time, more resources, and more difficult to break through.

But now, Su Zimo has just stepped into the ninth level of Qi condensation, and a vast sea of ​​Qi has formed in his dantian!

This is completely different from the introduction in Condensation.

This means that Su Zimo, who is at the ninth level of condensing energy, will not be weaker than Feng Haoyu, who is condensing energy, in terms of spiritual energy!

Su Zimo smiled, suddenly full of anticipation and confidence for tomorrow's battle.

...

The next morning.

Su Zimo walked out of the cave, and there were already many monks standing outside, waiting for him to come out of retreat.

Little Fatty, Xue Yi, and many disciples of Qifeng.

"Big brother, you're finally out of the border. Hey, big brother, you've already reached the ninth level of Qi condensate?" Little Fatty's eyes lit up.

Su Zimo smiled and nodded.

"Feng Haoyu is the first in Lingfeng this time?" Su Zimo asked.

The crowd nodded.

Recalling Feng Haoyu's performance yesterday, everyone's expressions were a little solemn, and they looked at Su Zimo's eyes with a hint of worry.

In the hearts of everyone, even if Su Zimo stepped into the ninth floor of Qi Condensation, the gap between him and Feng Haoyu was too great.

The little fat man said in a low voice, "Yesterday's Lingfeng was more skilled. Feng Haoyu won the first place without even using the secret technique of the sect. It can be seen that it is useless. Brother, you should be more careful today."

"Oh, so powerful?" Su Zimo laughed.

Xue Yi also said with a smile: "Junior Brother Su, don't have any pressure in this battle. If you give it a shot, you will lose if you lose. Anyway, you are already No. 1 in Shuangfeng."

"Yeah, even if Feng Haoyu wins, it doesn't matter. Our Qifeng disciples are not good at fighting, so it's not ashamed to lose."

Su Zimo smiled and asked, "Where is the battle today?"

"Zhanfengling Arena!" said the little fat man.

"A formation peak?" Su Zimo murmured softly, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He hasn't gone back since he left the formation three months ago.

The little fat man noticed that Su Zimo looked different, worried in his heart, and quickly asked: "What's wrong, brother, what's wrong on the formation peak?"

"fine."

Su Zimo shook his head without explaining, and waved his hand: "Let's go, I'll try the methods of the first person in Lingfeng."

...

After just one day, many disciples gathered again on the formation peak.

In addition to the trial disciples in the five peaks, some inner disciples also came to watch the fun, and Chen Yu of the Law Enforcement Hall, who once had a grudge with Su Zimo, was among them.

The first seats of the five peaks are all in place.

The Battlefield of Formation Peak is next to the Ten Formation Tower, and it is also very close to the Ten Formation Monument.

Feng Haoyu came here early, standing on the spiritual battlefield with his hands on his back, his expression proud.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo and the others to come with their swords and landed in front of the Spirit Arena.

Su Zimo appeared, instantly attracting countless gazes.

"Hehe, I said why I haven't seen him in the past two days. It turned out that he had been in retreat and practiced, but he actually stepped into the ninth floor of Qi Condensation."

There was not much surprise in the tone of the disciple who spoke, but with obvious mockery.

"What about the ninth level of Qi Condensation, it's just self-inflicted humiliation."

"I bet that within three moves, Su Zimo will be defeated!"

"Forget it, if Senior Brother Feng goes all out, Su Zimo won't be able to hold on to one move."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and the voice was noisy.

Su Zimo won the first place in Qifeng and Danfeng, but it did not prove his strength. In this battle, no one was optimistic about Su Zimo.

Many Lingfeng disciples were waiting to see Su Zimo's joke.

Under the gazes of countless joking eyes, Su Zimo boarded the spiritual battlefield.

From the beginning to the end, Su Zimo's expression was extremely calm, and his eyes were clear, like an ancient well without waves.

"Hey, Su Zimo, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, Senior Brother Feng is soft-hearted, maybe I'll spare you once!"

In the crowd, Sun Tao, a disciple of Lingfeng who had been stunned by Su Zimo's palm, shouted, causing a burst of laughter.

Su Zimo looked sideways slightly, but only gave Sun Tao a faint look, and said, "Why, do you think you weren't ashamed enough last time?"

This incident has always been a shame for Sun Tao.

Now that Su Zimo mentioned it again in front of everyone, Sun Tao's face turned blue and red for a while, he gritted his teeth in hatred, and said coldly: "Su Zimo, I haven't asked you to settle the account last time! You attacked me first, You're still brazenly showing off here!"

"show off?"

Su Zimo smiled, shook his head and said, "What is there to show off beating you?"

Anyone can hear the casualness and contempt in Su Zimo's tone.

Sun Tao's eyes instantly turned red, and he couldn't help shouting loudly, "Su Zimo, if you have the guts, fight me fairly, and I will show you Sun Tao's methods!"

At this moment, the little fat man sneered and said, "You can fight if you want, I'll fight with you."

Sun Tao immediately shrank.

This time, Lingfeng is more skilled, and the strength of the little fat man is obvious to all, and his Sun Tao is not an opponent.

"Okay, no need to say more! Feng Haoyu, Su Zimo, let's get started."

At this moment, Wen Xuan gave a soft drink, suppressing the voices in the crowd.

On the battlefield.

Feng Haoyu looked at Su Zimo with contempt in his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Su Zimo, Junior Brother Sun is right, if you beg me now, I can consider forgiving you once. Eyeless, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Hearing this sentence, the old man frowned and couldn't help raising his voice: "Let's learn from each other, stop when you click, and don't hurt your life."

Feng Haoyu said with a smile: "Don't worry, the first lord, I will teach Junior Brother Su a good lesson, what is the method of cultivating immortals!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Haoyu tapped the storage bag with his palm and brought out a low-grade flying sword.

He didn't see how Feng Haoyu controlled it, and the flying sword shuttled back and forth beside him, circling and dancing, revealing a very clever sword-fighting technique.

At the same time, Su Zimo also took out a flying sword from the storage bag.

The crowd watched intently.

It was actually a low-grade flying sword!

"It must be the first reward Qifeng gets."

"Well, Qifeng No. 1 can go to the Spirit Tool Pavilion to choose a low-grade spirit tool. It seems to be this flying sword."

"Junior Brother Su is not rational enough. If it were me, I would definitely choose a defensive spiritual weapon."

Feng Haoyu pointed at Su Zimo's flying sword and chuckled: "Do you think that with a low-grade flying sword, you are qualified to fight me?"

"you are wrong."

Su Zimo said lightly: "It's not a handle."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were two more flying swords in Su Zimo's palm!