"I just wanted to see if you would blush when you said this," the woman in the white dress pursed her lips and smiled.
"Then do you want to give it or not?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I heard that Ji Ruobing challenged you?" the woman in the white dress asked.
"You are quite well informed," Xu Zimo smiled slightly.
"Because there have been many people who want to challenge you recently, including Ji Ruobing, but some of them have been stopped by me," the woman in the white dress said with a smile.
"You owe me several favors."
She said and threw the token to Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo took the token and it was a little warm.
Moreover, the token seems to be scented with some pollen.
Xu Zimo gently turned the token with his hand.
There are two sides of the token, one side is engraved with white characters, and the other side is the college logo of Tiandao Academy.
"This token only allows you to enter the academy. You must return it to me when the time comes," the woman in the white dress reminded.
"I'm more curious about your identity now," Xu Zimo said.
"If you want to get help from Zhenwu Shengzong by helping me, you are wrong."
"I did have this idea before, but I have given up now," the woman in the white dress waved her hand.
He walked directly into the distance, "Believe it or not."
Xu Zimo stared slightly, he didn't believe what the other person said at all.
He only believes that there is no free lunch in this world.
Except for your parents, everyone who is good to you is relative and will definitely ask for something.
But at the moment he can't figure it out, and he doesn't bother to guess.
As long as you are strong enough, you are not afraid of any conspiracy or conspiracy.
When he came to the academy again, he handed over the token.
The old man looked at the token for a long time.
Just now he looked at Xu Zimo in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You do have some tricks," the old man waved his hand and returned the token to Xu Zimo.
Said: "The information you are looking for is on bookshelf No. 3 on the seventh floor of the Eighteenth Hall. You can search for it by yourself."
Xu Zimo put away the token and walked straight into the academy.
The old man looked at Xu Zimo's back and murmured to himself: "There's nothing extraordinary about this guy.
How could it attract that person's attention?"
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The eighteenth hall is called Haoyuan Hall.
The main hall is shaped like a pagoda and is about 100 meters high.
Each layer is carved with a lifelike creature, including monsters, humans, and other races.
Xu Zimo didn't stop and walked directly to the seventh floor.
The area here is quite spacious, with more than a dozen bookshelves neatly and regularly placed in the middle.
A very special aroma floats in the air.
The source of these aromas is the wood used to make bookshelves, which is the wood of the rosewood tree.
It will not decay for ten thousand years and is specially used to store books.
Xu Zimo searched for a while and finally found the book he needed.
"Historical Records of the Emperor's Fall: The Destruction of the God-Emperor".
The book was very thick, and Xu Zimo did not read some insignificant things, but directly searched for what he wanted to know.
…………
The sunlight outside the window shines in along the checkered window lattice.
An illusory picture is projected on the ground.
Dust lay lazily by the window, and occasionally a few breeze blew by.
Xu Zimo slowly closed the book in his hand and pondered for a long time.
“So, the price is really too high.
No wonder we rarely hear of these things happening.”
A smile appeared on Xu Zimo's lips.
Then he put the books back to their original places and strode out of the main hall and academy.
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"Have you heard that the Saint of the Killing Immortal Cult has an appointment with a new student over there at Wanwu Terrace?"
"Yes, it is said that this new student is not easy. He crossed the tenth floor of the Tiandao Tower.
It seems his name is Mo Tianming."
"It's certainly not easy to be challenged by a saint.
I heard that another freshman across the ten-story Tiandao Tower killed the Holy Son of the Ancient Dragon Dynasty."
"Let's go and see them. They are all popular figures competing for destiny this year."
As soon as Xu Zimo stepped out of the academy, he heard some students talking.
"It seems that Mo Tianming agreed," Xu Zimo smiled slightly.
I happened to be planning to go and have a look.
He made a "?" sign to Mo Tianming in his heart.
Because this person is too mysterious in his heart, especially his unexplainable imperial aura.
………
Around Wanwu Terrace, when Xu Zimo arrived, many people had gathered here.
The attraction of this competition was far more lively than Xu Zimo's previous battle against Ao Nan.
All because of the name of the Saint of Immortal Killing Cult.
As a transcendent existence of the Five Emperors, this sect has produced too many geniuses.
It is not an exaggeration to say that there are as many carps as there are carps crossing the river.
When Xu Zimo arrived, the two people on the competition stage had already started fighting.
Mo Tianming was wearing a black robe and his long hair was windless.
His original disheveled hair has been trimmed and now reveals its true appearance.
There was green spiritual energy surging in his eyes.
Around him, gusts of breeze blew rhythmically, and his clothes moved like the wind.
As for Ji Ruobing opposite, she was holding a broad sword.
The purple shirt was floating behind him, and his power became stronger and stronger as time went by.
"Come on," Mo Tianming waved and said.
Ji Ruobing was seen holding a broad sword, and her figure turned into countless afterimages.
The speed is even so fast that even the afterimage cannot be seen clearly.
The broad sword in his hand was filled with sword energy, directly tearing open the void in front of him and killing Mo Tianming.
Mo Tianming's eyes narrowed slightly, and Kunpeng used his nine changes.
A green hurricane surrounded him.
Along with a bird song, his figure also became illusory.
He easily dodged Ji Ruobing's broad sword moves.
At this time, the cyan aura around him was spreading with his every move.
A Kunpeng condensed with spiritual energy appeared in front of him.
"The first form of ancient swordsmanship," Ji Ruobing raised her long sword.
The sharp sword light splashed out from it.
"Cloud-piercing style."
As the broad sword fell, white clouds filled the air from the sword energy.
The sword seemed to have traveled through the sea of clouds, arriving with billowing waves, and stabbed directly into Kunpeng's shadow.
This also caused Mo Tianming's movements to stagnate slightly.
"The second form of ancient swordsmanship, the Ku Cang form."
The broad sword picks up the white clouds, moving from rebirth to destruction.
I saw that the entire sword began to turn pitch black, which is a color that symbolizes death, withering, and decay.
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"This is the move of the ancient emperor," Monk Dazhi's voice sounded from behind.
Xu Zimo turned around and saw Monk Dazhi walking over with a smile.
"You know quite a lot," he smiled.
"Of course, the existence of the Immortal Killing Sect, just like your Zhenwu Holy Sect, makes it difficult for people not to pay attention to it."
Monk Dazhi said.
"They have the same five emperors, which also means that there are many opportunities to choose from."
