A young man who is not outstanding in appearance, but definitely a little delicate, standing at the mouth of the berth of the Four Seas City with some sorrow.

In front of the berth entrance, it is still crowded with people.

The young man's face was a little wilted after a long drought.

The man's surname is Liang, his name is in the line, and the line is in the line of the beam.

It is said that this name is still the only remaining talisman ancestor in their small family at the end of the third rate, and he has read a lot of family classics, and finally weighed it for several days, so that this newborn son who has caused the perennial worship in the clan offering table and has been eating ashes for many years The new son of the old ancestor of the array mage left a few things in the family that have been used by the array mage, which can be said to be racking his brains.

The original intention of the formation line directly refers to the feasibility of the formation, and it alludes to the homophonic true line, and the succession is the true line of the formation.

It is estimated that Liang Zhenxing is the only one in the family, and he is a little uncomfortable with his name.

Because those big array mages with obvious voices don't have a loud name, which is like him, Liang Zhenxing, and those who don't know still think it's Liang Zhenxing.

Liang Zhenxing let out a sigh of relief, he still couldn't get the imitation eight-sided neon mirror that made him feel called.

In the end, there are still fewer travels and fewer stories, which can't impress the middle-aged monk who set up a stall.

The young monk headed towards the intrastate ferry to Yunwu Mountain, and after paying Xuanjing.

He stepped on the ferry of the Four Seas Commercial Company with the mark of Yunwu Mountain.

The area to which Yunwu Mountain belongs is not small, and the thickness of the aura is still in the past, and it is a second-rate mountain gate that is slightly lower in the ranking.

There are also many small families like the Liang family where Liang Zhenxing is located.

After getting on the ferry, Liang Zhenxing, who was a little unrefreshed, thought of going straight to his room, and after a dull sleep, he could go straight to Yunwu Mountain.

Of course, I also have to spare half an hour to practice drawing talismans, and look at the hand-drawn formation patterns left by my predecessors, that is, the ancestors of my own formation mage.

It can be regarded as a foundation in advance, but when I think of those descendants of the disciples of the big clan formation family, I can often watch the elders of my own sect draw talismans into formations, and I will feel uncontrollable envy.

It's not that they envy how good those people's births are, but that they can often observe a formation mage to draw runes.

You must know that no matter what formation runes he can't comprehend in the Liang Formation, just the rune calligraphy and painting on this spell are very particular.

How to start writing, how to pause, and how to close the pen in the end, are all very particular.

It's like an ordinary punch from a powerhouse in the upper three realms, and a punch from a monk in the middle three realms, it's all one punch, but can it be the same?

And these formation runes, which have long been better painted and painted than in books, all lack a little bit of agility, like a dead object.

Liang Array Xing couldn't even feel that he was one step away from being one of the low-level array mages out of a ten.

If you have the opportunity to let him observe a real formation mage calligraphy and painting formation runes a few more times, and observe his handwriting a few more times, he will be able to pass that last step with sixty percent certainty.

But what formation mage can take a fancy to him?

It's not that Liang Zhenxing didn't think about joining those famous formation sects, but it was so easy to enter.

Although he is talented, he is only relative to their third-rate small family.

A young boy who was the same age as him but was already a formation mage, he Liang Zhanxing had not seen it when he was climbing the mountain and asking for knocks.

There was a bustling noise outside, and Liang Zhenxing shook his head, got rid of some distractions in his mind, and got up to go out to watch.

Outside the door, there was a loud laugh, but this laughter was particularly harsh, and he Liang Zhenxing had not heard this shrill laugh with mockery.

Whether it was when he placed the only second-rate mountain gate on Cloud Mountain, one of the rumors in the Hengshan Gate was the old worship of a formation mage.

Still holding on to the luck mentality, when I went to the famous Zongzi Mountain in Zhongzhou to learn from my teacher.

There have been.

Liang Zhenxing looked towards the crowd that was not crowded, a white-haired old man in plain clothes was pulling a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

At a young age, the young man wore an extraordinarily shiny robe.

There is a Caique Street in Sihai City, which is dedicated to selling this kind of robe, which is far more effective than it actually is.

The price is expensive, but the role of the real robe is particularly ordinary.

But the business was surprisingly good, and many monks flocked to it.

A little boy with red teeth and white teeth, who looks like a porcelain doll, wants to take back his palm from the simple white-haired old man with a disgusted face.

But this old man who doesn't look at his cultivation is particularly strong.

The boy struggled several times but couldn't break free.

turned to anger and said angrily: "Old man, don't you let go of Young Master Ben, do you know who my father is? He is a Xuanhuang powerhouse, just because of your early cultivation as a Xuanshi, you also want to accept Young Master Ben as a disciple, and you are not afraid of laughing off Young Master Ben's big teeth, hahaha." ”

When the little boy said the word Xuanhuang, he was actually a little weak-hearted, because his Lao Tzu was only a half-step Xuanhuang, but the little boy thought that that half a step would rely on his Lao Tzu's ability, and it would not be an easy step sooner or later.

After walking in, Liang Zhenxing saw the little boy's face, and was stunned, because he knew the other party, a celebrity on the mountain in his hometown, and a descendant of an elder in Hengshanmen who had a lot of power.

Back then, when he carried the heavy gifts that the Liang family had worked so hard to make up, when he visited the old array mage in Hengshan Gate, it happened that the little boy was on the side.

It's just that when Liang Zhenxing's gaze swept over the white-haired old man who was forcibly pulling the little boy's palm, Liang Zhenxing's heart trembled suddenly, because he knew.

After the white-haired old man saw Liang Zhenxing in the crowd, he immediately let go of the porcelain doll-like little boy's palm, grabbed Liang Zhenxing and said, "Boy, are you willing to be an old man's disciple?"

Liang Zhenxing was stunned for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.

The old man asked a little urgently, "Do you want to?"

The middle-aged man who was peddling imitation eight-year-old neon mirrors in the Four Seas Mystery Pavilion that came to Liang Zhenxing's mind was not the old man in front of him who seemed to be a little crazy.

However, Liang Zhenxing nodded for some reason.

The old man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said softly to Liang Zhenxing: "Catch it, strange apprentice." ”

With both feet kicking the deck of the ferry, there was a thud and the ferry barrier was slammed open.

On the deck, the crowd who couldn't stop laughing felt the majestic soul and mysterious power of the towering mountains.

Many people have grown their mouths, raised their heads high, and the corners of their mouths twitched, and said undeniably: ...... Upper Three Realms.