Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 907: Storm Rally

Bailianmen.

For the past two months, Su Zimo spent most of his time comprehending God's sword and immersing himself in it.

The appearance of the Tianshou Jianjue looks like the most ordinary volume of ancient books.

If he hadn't known in advance, Su Zimo would never have thought of this ancient book, and it would have something to do with the legendary three ancient swords.

In addition, Tian Xie Jian Jue is difficult to put in his storage bag. After thinking about it, Su Zimo did the opposite and simply took it out and went out to practice and go to enlightenment.

Even if someone bumps into it, Su Zimo never hides it, holding the Tiansha Jianjue in his hand, taking care of his own feelings, ignoring others.

Therefore, in the eyes of many monks, although Su Zimo looks rough, he looks like a mortal nerd.

No one can think of it. Su Zimo, who has been holding an ancient book all day and never avoids it, is cultivating and comprehending an ancient shocking sword!

In accordance with normal thinking, if it is really a powerful technique, everyone will find a secret place to practice, for fear of being seen by others.

Which will be like Su Zimo, without any scruples, frank.

Although he held the Tiansha Jianjue all day, he did not worry about being seen inside.

Because, every time you read this ancient book, Su Zimo looks at it with his right eye, which contains candlelight.

If you look with your left eye, you will only see a blazing light, white in front of you, and nothing.

Even so, Su Zimo has seen his right eye for a long time, and he will feel tingling.

At this point, you need to stop and rest, walk away from Dongfu, look into the distance, relax your eyes.

During this time, Nangong Ling rarely came to him, and seemed to be struggling to surpass him as soon as possible.

Liu Hanyan and Ru Xuan often come here.

Ru Xuan carelessly, with a cheerful personality, will say all the gossips inside and outside the ancestral door during this time, like gossips.

Liu Hanyan has a quiet temperament, but rarely speaks, but just sits with him.

Su Zimo could feel the tension and anxiety deep inside Liu Hanyan.

A few more days will be the Qianhe Tea Party.

At the Qianhe Tea Party, there will be a controversy between the smelter of Bailianmen and the Temple of the Underworld.

As a warring person in Bailianmen, although she seemed calm, she was under great pressure and tried hard to restrain her anxiety.

Every time Liu Yan Yan came over, Su Zimo smiled and his eyes were clear and soft.

At this time, Su Zimo would secretly meditate on a Buddhist scripture that calms and calms the mind, and a body of peace and tranquility will be emitted in the body, so that Liu Hanyan's mind will gradually settle down.

In fact, this is an invisible aura!

Legend has it that a murderer like a hemp, when he sees a monk with a deep dharma, puts his butcher knife under his gaze.

Following the monk's side for a long time, he could wash away the murderous energy inside and outside the body. This is the truth.

Su Zimo apologized.

Although he is a disciple of Jiuhuo Daojun, he doesn't know much about the casting tool, far less than Liu Hanyan, a disciple who has practiced in Bailianmen since he was a child.

He couldn't do anything about it, all he could do was to relax Liu Hanyan's mentality and help her adjust her state as much as possible.

This day.

Su Zimo was enlightening the Tianshou Sword Technique in the cave, and the sound of the knocking door sounded, and then the gate of his cave was pushed open.

You don't have to go to see it, Su Zimo can guess, it must be Ru Xuan.

"Uncle Xiao, I'll see you again."

Before anyone arrived, Ru Xuan's voice came.

Su Zimo gradually returned to God from his perception and looked up.

I saw Ru Xuan's side, not only Liu Hanyan, but also Nangong Ling followed, and looked a little reluctant.

"Uncle Xiao, are you still reading?"

Ru Xuan asked, seemingly inadvertently, and suddenly came forward, looking at the ancient books in Su Zimo's hands, and said, "What's in it?"

In these days, Ru Xuan saw that Su Zimo couldn't let go of the scroll. At first she didn't care, but later she became more and more curious.

Now, she has a surprise raid, but she wants to see what is written on this ancient book, so that Su Zimo can be immersed in it.

As a result, Ru Xuan was disappointed.

In ancient books, there seemed to be nothing.

Ru Xuan frowned, about to look at it, but suddenly felt a sting in her eyes, exclaimed, and took two steps backwards.

Unconsciously, two lines of tears dripped from his eyes.

This time, Ru Xuan was scared.

For a moment, she felt that if she continued to stare at the ancient book, her eyes would be blinded!

Ru Xuan looked at Su Zimo's eyes with a hint of fear.

She just glanced at it and made it like this. It is really hard to imagine how this little uncle stared at this ancient book all day long, how he survived it.

"What's the matter?"

When Su Zimo saw the three of them arrive, he asked aloud.

Ru Xuan said quickly: "The Fengyun rally has already started, let's go round and round. For two months, I was almost strangled inside Zongmen."

One month before Qianhe Tea Party, there is a large-scale rally in Fengyun City in the middle of the four gates.

Apart from the four side gates, there are also all the super super gates in Zhongzhou, and the major family members, including some casual practitioners, will gather here.

The rally will last for one month until the Qianhe Tea Party is held.

At this rally, there will be many natural treasures, panacea, ancient books and secrets, spiritual beast relics, magic weapon ...

Everything in the world of cultivation is everything.

Monks attending the Qianhe Tea Party usually come to Fengyun City to see if they can buy what they need.

Or, it is a treasure that has been dusted!

In short, it's about picking up leaks.

Over the years, at every rally, some dust-covered treasures have been found and envy others.

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

If it's normal, it's okay to go around this gathering.

But at this moment, the storm is coming, I don't know how many eyes are staring at Bailianmen!

It was not wise for the three of Liu Hanyan to choose to leave Zongmen at this time.

"forget it."

Su Zimo shook his head and said, "I remember the Red Star Daojun told you, staying in the ancestral door during this time, don't leave."

"But for two months, I'm about to die!"

Ru Xuan muttered, aggrieved.

Nangong Ling raised her eyebrows and said, "Sister and sister, rest assured that I will accompany you, and will never make you in any danger!"

"Some of us in Zongmen, although we have great ancestry, we are very brave, so let's go."

Nangong Ling's remarks were obviously talking about Su Zimo.

Su Zimo smiled lightly and didn't care about him.

Nangong Ling loves willow with smoke.

However, Liu Hanyan approached him very closely during this time, and Nangong Ling apparently regarded him as an opponent and naturally wanted to compare him everywhere.

Su Zimo groaned, "If you want to go to a rally, the three of you can't do it. You have to go with a few seniors of Zongmen, and it is best to be accompanied by a strong person in the state of law."

"how can that be!"

Ru Xuan rolled his eyes and said, "During this time, Zongmen didn't know what happened. The Zongmen strong men were so busy that they had no time to accompany us to the rally."

(End of this chapter)