Chapter 153: Tianbao Auction House

Although many disciples were angry, they were still able to stay sane and not swarmed up.
A middle-aged monk stepped onto the Lingdouchang and said coldly, "Brother Su, you are too far out of sight, I ..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that Su Zimo took two steps and came directly to him. Without saying a word, he raised his arm and crossed an arc in midair.
The fist was full of flesh and blood, like a big seal crashing down.
"what!"
The man exclaimed, and quickly crushed a talisman.
Su Zimo's fist slammed heavily on the barrier of the amulet, and the mask swayed violently, and then a series of infiltration sounded.
Click! Click!
Cracks emerged from the reticle and spread rapidly.
The second-order amulet 箓 was smashed by Su Zimo in one punch!
The man was so frightened that he jumped out of the arena without Su Zimo continuing his punches. His eyes were full of horror, and Cangjie retreated, like a dog of a bereavement.
Another inner disciple gritted his teeth, jumped into the Lingdouchang, and offered the flying sword for the first time.
The two auras of light on the flying sword flickered and became dazzling.
On the other side, this man's hand touched Lingjue and pointed towards Su Zimo's feet.
At Su Zimo's feet, a thick vine was born, like a poisonous snake, climbing up his ankle and winding tightly.
Feijian and spirits came together at the same time, seamlessly.
If you change to someone else and your body is restricted, you will certainly not be able to avoid the attack of Feijian.
But Su Zimo's blood is too strong!
Unless it is the late period of foundation building, even the spiritual skills released by the middle period of building foundation monks will not trap him!
Rumble!
The blood in Su Zimo's body was surging and the thunder was flashing. The power of thunder and lightning fell on the vine transformed by the spirit, instantly turning it into nothingness.
Huh!
At the same time, Feijian descended and straightened his brows.
Su Zimo laughed a little, not unavoidable, and leaned out his palm, softly like a tongue, and gently rolled it on the sword with a spine.
This flying sword obediently fell into Su Zimo's palm.
And Su Zimo's palm was unscathed!
The disciple on the opposite side opened his mouth wide, and his eyes almost fell out.
Such means have exceeded his cognition.
Winning the sword with bare hands is just a little trick among martial arts in the rivers and lakes, which can only deal with mortals.
Where have all the people seen? Someone can take the flying sword of the monk with empty hands?
"Let's go together!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
The following dozens of disciples surged in blood and jumped into the arena.
"Good job, that's it!"
Su Zimo laughed loudly, stepped forward, and crashed into the crowd, bursting out of the blood, crushing it all the way with supreme fierce, fierce and unforged boxing!
Bang Bang Bang!
With the sound of pain, the sound of fist collisions continued to sound, and each figure fell away.
Many people had just landed on the Lingdou Arena, and before they stood firm, they were punched by Su Zimo.
In a blink of an eye, under the Lingdouchang, there were people lying all over the place.
Total defeat!
There are three monks standing in the distance. Although their identity tokens are also disciples inside, these three are extraordinary and obviously different from others.
"This person is the first Su Zimo of Sifeng last year."
"The power of melee 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 there were several disciples with good qualifications last year. In addition to this Su Zimo, there was also a Feng Haoyu. The last one was a beautiful girl named Lengruo."
"Well, all three have the opportunity to become disciples and reach our status."
"That's the last word. Let's keep retreating and prepare for the war."
...
Feng Haoyu saw this scene, expressionless, turned to his own cave.
Just entering Dongfu, closing the door, Feng Haoyu walked for a while, and seemed to feel it.
"This is a terrible means. In the land of Lingfeng City, more than 30 foundation-building monks died in his hands, including one in the late foundation-building period!"
A hoarse voice sounded suddenly, and a dark shadow slowly spoke in the corner of Dongfu.
Feng Haoyu was secretly shocked.
Disciples of Zongmen did not know what happened outside Linfeng City, only the first seat of Wufeng and some elders who went to support it.
Feng Haoyu said: "According to the predecessors, I can't deal with him by the means I use today. Not to mention, I can't kill Su Zimo in the Zongmen."
"Have you learned the three secrets?" The husky voice sounded again.
"Ok."
Feng Haoyu nodded.
Most of the missions of his trip are for the three secret techniques of Jiufeng!
"You write it down and leave it to me."
"No." Feng Haoyu shook his head.
"Ok?"
The shadow of Heiying changed, and the cave suddenly became tense, filled with the spirit of killing.
"Before I learned mystery, Ling Yun made me swear that I would not pass on mystery." Feng Haoyu explained: "I can't help it."
Among the caves, they fell silent.
After half a ring, Hei Ying only smiled in a faint smile: "Hum, don't allow outside transmission? I'd like to see, how long can Feng Feng last! At that time, I personally come to take away the three mysteries!"
"What about the three inheritance disciples of Su Zimo and Xi Feng?" Feng Haoyu asked again: "Su Zimo is okay, but the three inheritance disciples are very close-ups, rarely show up, and have no chance to start."
Heiying groaned: "Don't act lightly, so as not to hit the grass and scare the snake. Zongmen is bigger than before. Find a chance to wipe out these four people in one go! Hmm, I'd like to see what this time Fengfeng took to join Zongmen. ! "
A gust of cold wind passed, and the shadow disappeared in place, leaving Feng Haoyu's Dongfu.
...
As Su Zimo expected, after this battle, no one in the inner door really asked him to trouble him again.
For the next two months, Su Zimo remained in retreat in Dongfu, constantly absorbing spiritual stones, practicing the "Establishment of the Foundation", and elevating his realm.
Two months later, near the end.
Su Zimo has cultivated to the peak of the early foundation period, and he is still thinking about it and wants to go for a walk.
The main thing is to find a kind of smelting secrets in the art of refining. Without this kind of secrets, Su Zimo's art of refining can never be improved.
Even if his cultivation level is higher, the sword array cannot be cast, and the strength must be reduced.
Su Zimo did not speak up, and quietly left.
The destination of this trip, named Chiyu City, was an important city of the Da Zhou Dynasty, which contained the Tianbao Auction House.
As long as there are cities where practitioners gather, there will be Tianbao Pavilion.
However, within the Big Zhou Dynasty, there were not many Tianbao auction houses. The Chiyu City is the one closest to Jiufeng.
Su Zimo intends to try his luck at the Tianbao Auction House.
Since the last world war outside Fengfeng City, there are still a lot of spirit stones in his storage bag, which just happened to be used.
(End of this chapter)