Hearing Luo Qingliu's words, Xu Zimo smiled nonchalantly and said, "Then I'll wait for you undead."
Luo Qingliu snorted coldly, and then stepped aside with Luo Qingxue.
Luo Changfeng was enveloped by the power of the Holy Pulse Realm, and his scarlet eyes looked at Xu Zimo.
I saw his right foot back slightly and his left foot taking half a step forward.
He went straight towards Xu Zimo and killed him.
The fist in his hand was filled with red aura, and the mark on his forehead also shone brightly.
In just a moment, he appeared in front of Xu Zimo.
He punched Xu Zimo hard.
With a "boom", a wave of air centered on the two people and spread around them.
Luo Changfeng stared at his fist in confusion. At that moment, he felt as if he had hit an extremely hard piece of pig iron.
"Immortal combat body?" Xu Zimo chuckled and said, "Have you had enough fun?"
"You...," Luo Changfeng's heart was beating wildly, and he wanted to say something, but the words seemed to be stuck in his mouth, and he didn't know what to say.
Xu Zimo grabbed the opponent's neck and slowly lifted Luo Changfeng up.
"How could it be," he said with some difficulty.
"How come the gap is so big?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I wanted to play with you, but I'm not interested in children's tricks anymore."
"You want to kill me?" Luo Changfeng asked.
"Although your Zhenwu Holy Sect is strong, you don't want to be enemies with the Shenri Holy Sect and my undead people."
Are you threatening me?" Xu Zimo asked with slightly narrowed eyes.
"No, I just want to know my fate," Luo Changfeng said with a sad smile.
He was a little disheartened in his heart. As a genius of the undead, he was also the holy son of the Divine Sun Sect.
No matter from which aspect, he is worthy of pride and envy.
He is bound to win the battle for destiny.
It's a pity that this sudden defeat is difficult for him to accept.
Losing is not scary, but what is scary is that he can't even see the gap between the other party, as if there is an insurmountable gap between the two, which makes him confused about the future.
The deadline for the formation of destiny is getting closer and closer, and the time left for everyone to prepare is getting less and less.
For Luo Changfeng, who has been ahead of his peers since childhood, this feeling of failure is very bad.
"Hand over the weak water beads," Xu Zimo said lightly.
"Let my junior brother and junior sister go, I can give them to you," Luo Changfeng said.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
He directly broke open Luo Changfeng's Najie and took out the weak water droplets from it.
This weak water bead is placed on its companion water scoop, and is about the same size as the wind-killing bead.
The whole body is a faint blue, giving people a dreamy feeling.
The moment he saw the weak water bead, Xu Zimo could feel the wind-killing bead vibrating in his body getting more and more violent.
It seems that there is some connection between the two.
And holding the weak drop of water in his hand, Xu Zimo felt it carefully, as if he could feel the sea with thousands of feet of waves lapping in front of his eyes.
In the past, people had three thousand weak water and only took one gourd.
This weak water is the heaviest water. According to rumors, a drop of weak water can destroy a mountain.
One can imagine how heavy this weak water is. Warriors below the Zunmai realm cannot even lift a drop of weak water.
Let’s talk about rivers with weak water condensation, and the sea.
After Xu Zimo put away the weak water droplets, he looked at Luo Changfeng and the others.
Luo Qingxue stood in front of Luo Changfeng nervously and vigilantly, looked at Xu Zimo and said: "Since Mr. Xu has obtained the weak water bead, can he let us go?"
"I don't like trouble," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
"Just like what he said to Gongsun Hong just now, if you leak the news, your sect is not willing to let it go."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Gongsun Hong laughed loudly, and the blood at the corner of his mouth looked bloody.
"You too will have this day, and you won't have a good death either!"
"Noisy," Xu Zimo snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, several rays of spiritual energy flew out, directly splitting Gongsun Hong into four pieces.
Seeing this scene, Luo Qingliu next to him immediately covered his mouth and looked at Xu Zimo in horror.
"Mr. Xu, there is no hatred between us," Luo Qingxue continued.
"We can promise not to say anything about what happened today.
Gongsun Hong disappeared with the weak water droplets, even to the sect, we can say this."
"It's useless to talk more. Just commit suicide. I can leave your whole body intact," Xu Zimo replied.
"If I were to do it myself, I'm afraid your corpses would be wiped out."
"Since both sides are facing death, I would rather choose to die in battle," Luo Changfeng said calmly.
His scarlet eyes were very ferocious, his pupils were out of focus, and the red mist around him was getting thicker and thicker.
Seeing that he was about to fight again, at this moment, everyone felt a pressure coming down from above.
"Okay, let the wind recede," an old voice sounded from above.
Hearing the sound, Luo Changfeng was stunned and quickly looked up into the sky.
I saw an old man in white clothes standing in the void, looking down with neither joy nor sorrow.
"Master, you are here," Luo Changfeng greeted quickly.
After hearing Luo Changfeng's words, the tense nerves of Luo Qingxue and the other three people relaxed.
Senior Brother Changfeng's master should be the ancestor who just broke through to the Immortal Realm.
The old man was dressed in white, had a long white beard, and even his eyebrows were white.
Her long hair is black and white and neatly tied behind her head, giving her a rather fairy-like aura.
"Master, why are you here?" Luo Changfeng asked doubtfully.
"Actually, I have been following you secretly," the old man said with a faint smile.
"What is a weak water droplet? How could the sect let you pick up such an important thing at will.
Sending you here this time is actually a test.
You have just ascended to the position of the Holy Son, so it is inevitable that you will have to do something to convince the public."
"I disappoint you," Luo Changfeng said disappointedly.
"No, do you know why I didn't take action just now?" the old man shook his head and replied.
"When faced with a life-and-death crisis, you did not shrink back, which proves that your path to martial arts is firm.
That's enough. If you beg for mercy, you will really disappoint me."
"Thank you Master for your teachings," Luo Changfeng bowed deeply and stepped aside.
The old man looked at Xu Zimo this time, smiled slightly and said: "Little baby of Zhenwu Shengzong, you are very good."
"Are you trying to preach to me," Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile.
"You are indeed a bit beyond my expectation," the old man shook his head and said: "The disciple I have carefully cultivated is actually vulnerable to you.
No wonder you won first place in the six competitions."
