The people on both sides retreated, and the purple-haired man smiled, "What, don't you take them as apprentices, go and arrest them?"

"It's not time yet, wait until the end of this meeting. The old man smiled, "You are not much different from that person, if it is the body, you are not an opponent." ”

“。。 The purple-haired man was silent for a moment, and the black Buddha statue depicted behind him closed his eyes at this time, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and there was a faint pain behind him, the damn Xuanyang Sect Master was so ruthless!

The purple-haired boy is the middle-aged man who was sandwiched by Qin Tong and Sikong a few days ago, the identity of the middle-aged man is changed by the purple-haired boy, his real identity is a disciple of Buddhism, Chu Yan, a disciple of the Buddhist Sect Elder, who cultivates as a triple void in the cave, and the old man next to him is one of the elders of the Hidden Buddhism, named Shi Jie.

Late at night, Lin Tian tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep after all, his mind echoed with the young man's methods and the sky-wide formation, why was this happening, he was also a fourth-order formation mage, he was actually like this, got up gently, and walked towards the master's room.

Bang bang~

"Come in. ”

Pushing the door in, Malond sat upright in the room, waving the lights on the lamp, as if he expected Lin Tian's arrival.

"Master, the disciple is confused. He frowned, and said slowly, "When I came back today, I met the person who specialized in formation cultivation that the master said, although he was a young man, but he seemed to be able to release many formations in an instant, filling the night sky, like the god of the formation. ”

Malond stood up and pulled his sleeves apart, revealing two pairs of scarred arms in front of Lin Tian, and the formation on them could be vaguely seen, "This is your doubt." ”

Looking at his scarred arms, Lin Tian was shocked, and suddenly thought of the formation stone, he exclaimed, "Take your body as a stone!"

"The way of cultivating the formation will not last long because it violates this heavenly way, and the strength of the people who specialize in the way of the formation is that their bodies change because of the formation, they can depict the formation on the body, so as to achieve instantaneous, but it has a great load on the body, and it cannot be used more. ”

"Master Xie, the disciple's doubts have been solved. Combined with Malonde's statement and situation, Lin Tian roughly deduced that that kind of situation was only available to those who specialized in the way of formation.

Just as he was about to retreat, Malonde took out a black notebook, threw it to Lin Tian, and said with a smile, "The way of the formation is broad and profound, don't be arrogant, just do your best." ”

"Master Xie~"

At night, Lin Tian's room was already brightly lit, and he carefully flipped through the black notebook given by Malonde.

It is engraved with the deacon of the Moonsky Imperial City Array Boat-Maronde.

After opening it, Lin Tian found that this experience was different from other formation books, it was some valuable knowledge and formation that had been passed down from within the formation boat.

The formation is divided into five branches, binding, attacking, controlling, breaking the formation, and supporting, and ordinary people will choose one or two of them as refinement, and the rest will be practiced slightly.

。。。

Early in the morning, a new day begins, and all the disciples gather in the martial arts arena.

After Ma Longde arranged the formation, the third game officially began, Yuan Feng and another Xuanyang Sect disciple were about to enter, and the woman was about to open her mouth to invite, only to see Yuan Feng rush in directly, ignoring the woman at all, sighing, and entering it alone.

Just after everyone entered, a five-meter little giant appeared in the field, and Yuan Feng entered it to command, and the giant began to run, and the violent shock made the other people who entered the formation look puzzled.

The two of the Blazing Flame Sect pulled their hands and looked ahead, what was going on with this shock, and in the next second, the faces of the two changed greatly, and huge feet fell from the sky and stepped on the two.

Admit defeat!!

At the last moment, Malond flew to take the two away, and the game continued.

Soon, a few more people were eliminated by Yuan Feng, and at this time there were only four people left in the field, and Yuan Feng also released the native people and put them in the center of the field, and he entered it and showed his head from time to time to observe the surroundings.

People from the outside world praised Yuan Feng for a while, while the other sect elders and disciples all secretly scolded Yuan Feng for his shamelessness, this is a friendly competition, friendship first, competition second! Of course, they didn't realize their ruthlessness against the enemy at all, what bullshit friendship, Lao Tzu wants to be the first.

At this time, a disciple of the Wind Thunder Sect with injuries on his body was already approaching the center, and soon he saw a black shadow appear in front of him, and hurriedly alerted, holding his breath, looking at the huge black shadow in the distance.

Soon he walked forward, puzzled, and when he got closer, he looked at the huge clod of earth in his eyes, which seemed to be able to climb, and then put his weapon back and began to climb.

Just as the man was excited and about to see the top, he sped up, it seemed that he was a native man, who would do it.

Yes!!

I saw a head at the top, his face was pale, his tongue was sticking out, his face was full of dirt and dirt, the man was frightened by the sudden scene, his eyes flashed with tears, and he hurriedly jumped down, what is this, didn't he say a good friendly game! Dead, dead! Come on, but his mouth opened and closed, and after all, he didn't make a sound.

And just as the man touched the ground, the mutation protruded, and his whole person fell into the ground, and the soil around him quickly swallowed it like quicksand.

When the man only had one arm left, the referee's disciples hurriedly jumped out to rescue him, and the man was also disqualified and taken away by the referee.

The battle in the field continued, it turned out that the two disciples of the Optimus Sect started an infighting, after the two searched for a long time, except for the huge natives in the field, there was no human figure, until they burst the natives, but there was no one or voice, the two of the Optimus Sect no longer joined forces, and began to bombard each other.

Not long after the time has passed, after the two of them tried a few tricks, they distanced themselves and made eye contact, but soon after, the two fought together again, and they didn't want to quit with such a chance reward, and they didn't discuss the distribution in advance, so they had to evaluate their own skills.

Bound Hands!

A huge palm appeared above the two of them, and slapped it fiercely, and the two of them had already taken precautions, and used their bodies as swords to pierce the earthen palm and break out.

The two who went out did not choose to join forces, the relationship between the two is different now, and in the next second, Yuan Feng's voice broke through the ground beside one person, and a heavy fist hit the man's stomach, and kicked the man out again.

The other man was shocked and wanted to step forward to help and resist Yuan Feng's attack, but in the next second, his eyes flickered, and a huge mountain crashed towards him with a majestic momentum.

Xuanjie intermediate backer hit!

The man opened his palm, wanting Yuan Feng to hug it, and hit it against the mountain, but Yuan Feng's realm and physique were much stronger than him, and there were not too many doubts, the man was knocked out, his mask was shattered, and his white robe burst.

"Xuanyang Sect Dragon is proud of the sky!"

The voice sounded, and Xuanyang Sect once again cut a place.

At the beginning of the fourth game, this time Sun Haoran and another disciple worked together, after defeating the team of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, he was finally defeated by the thin and tall man of the Qingtian Sect, and was eliminated by the man, and in the final end, the thin and tall man relied on the cultivation of Tongtian Eightfold, amazing physical skills and physical victory, after the victory, the man's face was indifferent, and he was not happy, and quickly walked down and returned to the elder.

At the beginning of the fifth game, the disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion and the Blazing Flame Sect began to exert their strength, striving for the last place, and finally the teams of the two sects, after a tragic battle, the thin and swarthy man of the Wind Thunder Pavilion defeated the enemy with a fierce double knife attack, and then easily defeated the junior brother to win.

The top five were decided, and today's game was over, in the room, Yuan Feng concentrated on manipulating the aura in his body, his forehead was densely covered with fine beads of sweat, and the aura in his body turned into liquid and slowly accumulated in the dantian and meridians, and soon after, he spit out a mouthful of turbid air, "Nearly four layers have been transformed, work hard!" In the room, Yuan Feng turned into a stone statue again and began to turn gas into liquid.

Lin Tian's body was bubbling with red electricity inside and out, and when he got closer, he found that his body was like a dragon bell, and the sound of a knock shook the surrounding aura away, shocking and shocking away, and the Xuan-level high-level lightning struck his body!

The disciples of the Blazing Flame Sect were all discouraged, and its elder sat on the chair, looked at the disciple door in front of him, sighed, stood up, and looked out the window, this fucking rule, Xuanyang Sect is really good at playing, although he was sad, he still chose to forgive them, "Don't be sad, the focus is on participation~"

The advanced woman of the Red Feather Sect was polishing the blue-black serpentine dart in her hand, recalling the extremely fast speed, powerful formation, huge native, huge aura, indifferent posture, and strange physical skills, her heart couldn't help but feel cold, and her fingertips touched the black blade absent-mindedly, and suddenly drew a trace of wounds, raised her fingertips, and she fell into deep thought.

And the advanced Qingtian Sect disciple fell asleep at this time, the elder outside the door jumped up angrily, wanting to break in, the disciple next to him was too frightened to move, standing in place, and finally the elder sighed, turned to leave, and just after the people outside dispersed, there was no sound at all, the tall and thin man got up, leaned against the wall, and recalled the battle of the other people.

The disciples of the Wind Thunder Sect were drinking and eating at this time, and their elders were the same, "Come on, let's have fun, after all, we are not the worst, haha~" After the elder finished drinking, the swarthy disciple hurriedly filled the elder, and the two happily drank each other's cups.

On the side of the Ethereal Sect, in the dark night, Ji Mei's figure opened the door of Chen Zhan's room again, looking at the still empty room, her eyes flashed with gloom, Wushuang has been taken away, then I have no worries, it's time to return to the sect, Yuan Feng's face flashed in his mind, and the cherry-like little mouth on his bewitching face was tilted, what a gift~