Xu Ming was about to say something more, but Su Mo immediately interrupted him, saying, “That’s it, brother Xu, why don’t you come and sit with me?”
Seeing that Su Mo had settled down involuntarily, Xu Ming nodded. Since Su Mo was rich and powerful, he would naturally not refuse.
However, Xu Ming was not stupid. Su Mo joined the Sacred Wind and Thunder Sect and gave him such a huge amount of spirit crystals. He must have asked for something or had some intention.
Soon, the two came to Su Mo’s residence, which was an exquisite attic, just like the residences of other Neizong disciples.
“Brother Su, tell me! What is your purpose?”
In the attic, the two sat facing each other. After exchanging the inner armor and spirit crystal, Xu Ming stared at Su Mo.
He wasn’t worried about Su Mo’s malicious intentions either. He didn’t need to worry at all within the Wind and Thunder Sect.
“Brother Xu, to be honest, I really want to go to the Batian Clan to understand the profound meaning, so I joined the Fenglei Shenzong!”
Su Mo said in a low voice, he mainly wanted to check on the situation of Gongcheng Taihao. However, if the Batian Clan comprehended the mysteries, if he could speed up his comprehension of the devouring and space mysteries, he would naturally not miss it.
“No wonder!” Xu Ming nodded when he heard the words. The Batian Clan has a special place to understand the profound meanings. There are more than 9,000 kinds of profound meanings in total. This is very attractive to any martial artist in the holy realm.
Su Mo came here for the profound truth, which was not beyond Xu Ming’s guess.
“Brother Su, it’s not the idea of all the martial saints in the sect to go to the Batian clan to understand the profound meaning, but it’s very difficult for us to have the opportunity!” Xu Ming said with a sigh.
“Why?” Su Mo asked with a frown. Didn’t he organize a group of people to go to the Batian Clan to understand the profound meaning every half a year? Why no chance?
“Above our star, there are three superpowers. In addition to our Fenglei Shenzong, there are also the Shadow Clan and the Eight-eyed Clan. The qualification to go to the Batian Clan to understand the profound meaning is based on strength. In recent years We all lost!” Xu Ming said helplessly.
“Is the Wind and Thunder Sect weak?” Su Mo asked.
“It’s not that we are weak, but that the Shadow Clan and Eight-eyed Clan are very strong, especially the martial saints of the Shadow Clan, who are simply not something we can deal with!” Xu Ming said.
“When will you compete for the qualification?” Su Mo asked, what kind of Shadow Clan, what Eight-Eyed Clan, as long as they are not in the False God Realm, he can almost kill them all with one slap.
“The next qualification battle will be next month. Brother Su, our Fenglei Shenzong has a very small chance of winning, so don’t get your hopes up, you’d better practice in the sect with peace of mind!” Xu Ming said with a sigh.
“What are the rules for this battle?” Su Mo asked in a deep voice. As long as he can play, he will win.
So, it depends on what the rules are.
“The battle is held jointly by our Fenglei Shenzong, the Eight-eyed Clan, and the Shadow Clan. It is divided into four games, one in the early stage of the Martial Saint Realm, one in the middle stage, one in the late stage, and one in the Dzogchen. Which side wins the most? Power is the winner!” Xu Ming explained.
“What if two teams have the same number of victories?” Su Mo asked again.
“The two forces will continue to compete!” Xu Ming said.
“So that’s it!” Su Mo understood that even if he could play, it would only be for one competition, the one in the middle stage of Martial Saint Realm.
“Brother Su, that’s a top-level evildoer’s contest. The sect has already determined the candidates for the battle. We can’t participate. We can only hope that my Fenglei Shenzong evildoer can win!” Xu Ming sighed, and then stood up.
“Brother Su, I’ll leave as soon as I have nothing to do!” Xu Ming said.
“Brother Xu, wait a minute. Will you go to watch the battle?” Su Mo asked.
“Of course!” Xu Ming nodded.
“Okay, then we will go to watch the battle together!” Su Mo said with a smile. Although it seems that he can’t participate in the battle, it will depend on the situation.
“Well, I’m good-bye!” Xu Ming nodded, and he left Su Mo’s residence without thinking too much.
“interesting!”
After Xu Ming left, Su Mo shook his head and smiled wryly. How could he have no reason to win the most powerful holy king ever?
I just hope that when the time comes, I will have a chance to make a move.
After a while, Su Mo began to practice in the attic.
Time flies, and more than 20 days passed quickly, and Xu Ming’s voice sounded outside the attic: “Brother Su, the battle is today!”
Hearing this, Su Mo immediately ended his training and walked out of the attic.
Outside the attic, Xu Ming, dressed in a brocade robe, stood tall with a smile on his face.
“Brother Xu!” Su Mo cupped his fists at the other party.
“Brother Su, in half an hour, dozens of martial saints from our Fenglei Shenzong will set off together, let’s go, let’s go to the top of the mountain!” Xu Ming said.
“Ok!”