Zhang Yanchong's brain suddenly felt dizzy, was he recognized so easily?

Could this be the source of my sense of danger?

The ring was hidden in his arms, and it was impossible for anyone to see it, and other than that, Zhang Yanchong didn't know what else he had on his body that would have characteristics related to Wen Jiushan. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The only possibility is that the valley lord remembered his appearance back then, and at this time he found some features from his face.

With these characteristics alone, it is impossible to be so sure that he is the young man beside Wen Jiushan back then, then, the valley lord must be testing himself at this time, Zhang Yanchong thought so, calmed down a little, made a puzzled look on his face, and said: "What is the valley lord talking about, you must have misunderstood." ”

The valley lord sneered: "No need to pretend, if it weren't for Wen Jiushan's disciple, how could there be a method of breaking the formation of my Ten Sons Formation in the Hidden Valley?" ”

Zhang Yanchong finally suddenly realized, it turned out that the flaw was here, but is this ten sub-array unique, can't he learn it from other places? Just like the ghost array and the mist array, it is also recorded in the valley formation.

Zhang Yanchong then said: "The valley master must have misunderstood, the family master does have attainments in the formation, but he is definitely not the Wen Jiushan you said, just the name of his old man, and he can't tell him below, please believe me." ”

Zhang Yanchong's sincerity is hard to believe even Zhang Yanchong himself, but he can only do this, only by gaining the trust of the valley owner, he can meet Fan Yingying smoothly, as long as he gains the trust of the valley owner, Zhang Yanchong believes that the potential crisis will be self-defeating, and even if he sees Fan Yingying, he will not have any scruples.

But Zhang Yanchong's abacus was destined to fail, and the valley master disappeared into the ripples, just like when he came, and his words were still echoing in the sky above this pair of Dharma fields when he left.

"Humph! If you can tell me the whereabouts of Wen Jiushan, maybe you still have a way to live, otherwise, you will stay in this trapped immortal world for the rest of your life! ”

Zhang Yanchong didn't make an abacus, and his mood was naturally extremely bad, but fortunately, Fan Yingying was not implicated because of herself in the end, which is always a little relief from unlucky luck.

This snow-white field does exist, but it is illusory around it, and this illusion is impenetrable, constituting a kind of strongest prison.

Trapped in the fairy world.

This is a kind of use of the phantom array, and Zhang Yanchong's cognition of the formation at this time is also a beginner's path, so he is really a little sure of breaking this array.

But until now, Zhang Yanchong has just sat quietly on the snow-white floor tiles, with his eyes closed, as if he didn't care about the disadvantages of the situation he was in.

There was even night and day in the array, three days had passed, Zhang Yanchong was still sitting there quietly, and meditation was really not a difficult thing for cultivators.

But for Zhang Yanchong at this time, it was a kind of torment.

It's been three days, but there's still not any movement.

No one came to let him out, was his guess wrong?

Isn't the valley master trying to test whether he can crack this trapped immortal realm, so as to judge whether he is the descendant of Wen Jiushan?

Zhang Yanchong was already doing his best to gain the trust of the valley master, but Zhang Yanchong had forgotten that the valley master was a person who could even betray his own brother, such a person, even if he saw that Zhang Yanchong could not crack the trapped immortal realm and was sure that he was an irrelevant person, would he care about his life or death.

Of course Zhang Yanchong didn't forget, otherwise he wouldn't have seen the valley master again The first moment, he has always maintained the highest vigilance, but Zhang Yanchong still has a trace of luck in his heart, after all, he hopes that he can reunite with Fan Yingying safe and sound, for this kind of warm yearning, even if Zhang Yanchong sacrifices more, he feels that it is worth it.

So this torturous meditation continued, and Zhang Yanchong began to comprehend the formation book again in order to pass the time.

Fortunately, there was still enough food in Zhang Yanchong's ring, so after two months of such days, Zhang Yanchong was fortunately not starved to death.

In two months, Zhang Yanchong had mastered a formation again, that is, this trapped immortal realm that trapped him.

This cage is no longer a cage, Zhang Yanchong has the confidence to easily break out of the formation, but Zhang Yanchong does not.

If he really did this, then he would prove that he really had something to do with Wen Jiushan, and once he got out of this trapped immortal realm, he would have to face the hostility of the entire valley.

Zhang Yanchong is not sure that he can put the entire sect alone, unless he really has that kind of strength one day, and at that time, he can also get together with Fan Yingying safely.

And Zhang Yanchong's plan has really been put into action, this kind of idea seems unrealizable in the eyes of others, but in Zhang Yanchong's eyes, it is just a matter of time.

The mana in Zhang Yanchong's body is far behind even the valley master, and what Zhang Yanchong lacks most now is the method of using this mana.

Moreover, in the valley, there are all kinds of magical formation arrangements, if you want to retreat in the valley, you must be familiar with the mystery of these formations, and Zhang Yanchong, who has a formation book, is naturally not worried.

As long as there is enough time, Zhang Yanchong can definitely have incredible strength, which is also Zhang Yanchong's last hope.

Fortunately, this formation does not affect Zhang Yanchong's daily cultivation at all, and even this is a special venue for disciples to practice the method, Zhang Yanchong is here, and he can indeed improve his strength.

Thinking that Fan Yingying was in the valley at this time, as a disciple of the valley, cultivating peacefully every day, and he was also cultivating hard to reunite with her, Zhang Yanchong would feel infinite motivation.

In fact, Zhang Yanchong's strength is really improving by leaps and bounds.

For a whole year, Zhang Yanchong spent a whole year in the cage of this valley.

In one year, Zhang Yanchong not only understood the meaning of the formation of the formation book, but also understood several kinds of skillful use of swords, and even Zhang Yanchong also found a spell book in the black ring, which only recorded a spell called Fire Burning Plains, but Zhang Yanchong spent half a month unable to understand this spell, and even failed to send out a single spell reaction, which made Zhang Yanchong strange, and at the same time, Zhang Yanchong also made infinite reverie about the power of this spell.

The more difficult the spell, the more powerful it should be.

With infinite reverie about this spell, Zhang Yanchong temporarily interrupted his mastery of the use of the sword, and concentrated on studying this spell, Zhang Yanchong had a hunch that once he learned this spell, he would not be afraid of the power of the valley at all.

However, as Zhang Yanchong gained a deeper understanding of this spell, Zhang Yanchong gradually realized that it was impossible for him to successfully cultivate this method, because the amount of mana required for this method was simply not what Zhang Yanchong could provide at this time.

Zhang Yanchong could not imagine what kind of cultivation a monk who could perform this method was.

In any case, Zhang Yanchong finally resolutely gave up the cultivation of this method and continued to return to the comprehension of the use of the sword, which is currently the most practical means to improve his strength.

In the snow-white courtyard, the sword was inserted upside down on the ground, and a misty blue light slowly rose on the sword body, and gradually, the blue light reached saturation, and suddenly exploded, and the cyan sword qi slashed towards the eight directions of the field, and the sound of the sword qi breaking through the air echoed in the space.

This is one of the new uses of the sword that Zhang Yanchong has explored these days: the word explosion.

Suddenly, the space around seemed to react because of the slashing of the sword qi, and it became shaky, and the white field where Zhang Yanchong was was slowly cracking out like a spider's web!