When Mordin came down from the top of the mountain and came to the slope above the canyon, he saw that the major masters were inspecting the three formations they had set up under the guidance of Daoist Biqing.

Mordin remained silent, sat down on the big rock, and when the head of the house went to the latter pass to check, he took the flag in his hand, and walked down the hill into the canyon.

With a slight wave of the formation flag, the magic weapon points such as the formation, array, vein, and array network buried in the canyon appeared in his divine consciousness.

"These arrangements have hardly changed from yesterday, except for two more signs, drawing the boundaries of the beginning and end of the formation. Mordin took a closer look and began to superimpose the teleportation formation in the formation.

His teleportation formation does not need to add another magic weapon, he only needs to set some special moves of the yuan force on the basis of the original array element. Soon he was set, and he was back where he was.

He took out a small sword from his coat pocket, and with a wave of his fingers, the small sword suddenly disappeared in its place.

"It's done!" Mo Ding was overjoyed in her heart, at this time, the Bi Qing Dao Chief, who was checking the formation on the side of the hill, seemed to have a feeling, she looked back at Mo Ding's side, and found nothing strange, so she continued to lead the heads up the mountain.

Mo Ding was afraid that the master would find out the secret, so he didn't dare to try again, sat on the big stone and closed his eyes to recuperate, waiting intently for the disciples of various sects to come to attack the battle.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Mordin suddenly felt that someone was coming this way.

"Senior Brother Mo is early!" a sweet female voice reached his ears.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Xiaojing's sister, oh...... No, it should be Aunt Xiaojing, forget it, seeing how white she looks, let's call her Sister Xiaojing.

Sister Xiaojing held a bag of snacks in her hand and handed it to Mordin.

"Senior Brother Mo, let's eat some breakfast!" She looked at Mordine with a smile.

"Thank you!" Mordin took the bag and opened it to see that it was a steaming bun of small vegetables, which was his favorite food, and he quickly thanked him again.

While eating breakfast, Mordin chatted with Xiaojing's sister.

"Is Senior Brother Cheng Feng here?" He asked knowingly.

"Uh......" Xiaojing's sister looked embarrassed, "He was punished by the Seventh Master, and he thought about it head-on!" she said embarrassedly.

"Oh...... What's the matter?" Mordin felt that this senior sister was honest and simple, so it was inevitable that she would be sadistic.

"Didn't Senior Sister Xiaofeng tell you all last night, why don't you come to ask me!" Sister Xiaojing glared at him angrily.

"This ......" Now it was Mordin's turn to be embarrassed. It seems that last night's trespass was revealed.

"Hehe......" he had to laugh dryly.

"Hurry up and eat, in another quarter of an hour, the disciples of the Shuwu Sect will start attacking the formation, and I still have something to explain to you!" Fortunately, Sister Xiaojing didn't care about it.

Hearing this, Mordin hurriedly stuffed the rest of the buns into his mouth.

"What's the matter?" he asked, vaguely.

"Hee-hee-......" Xiaojing's sister couldn't help laughing when she saw him puffing out her cheeks.

"Don't worry, it's about deciding the winner, Master asked me to tell you. She covered her mouth and laughed.

"Oh......"

"The master said that every time you attack the formation, the time of three breaths shall prevail, and within three breaths, if the formation is broken, you will lose, and if you save the formation, you will win, do you understand?"

"Hmm......" Mordin hurriedly nodded in understanding.

One breath is about 3 seconds, and the third breath time is about 10 seconds, which can be long or short, everything is in the hands of the old woman in Biqing.

Sister Xiaojing smiled again.

"The master sent me to help you defend the battle, are you welcome?"

"Biqing, this old woman still has a conscience!" Mo Ding thought to himself.

"Okay! you're a formation master, with you, I'm afraid I'll be able to keep two or three more breaths!" he hurriedly said.

"Hee-hee-......" This Xiaojing girl loves to laugh too much.

"I'm just good at the Xuanling Formation, so I may not be able to help you!" she confessed.

"It's okay, you can help me see where there are flaws!"

"That's no problem, the master said that you have to hold it at least once!" Xiaojing's sister looked at him with worried eyes, "But I don't think you should be reluctant, after all, everyone is a big disciple leading the team to attack the formation collectively, and you are not familiar with the formation, so it is understandable that you can't hold it." She reassured.

"Let's try it!" Mordin didn't explain much.

At this time, a disciple of the Xuan Array Sect above the canyon waved a yellow flag, indicating that all parties were ready and were about to start attacking.

"Are you ready?" asked Xiaojing.

"It's all ready!" replied Mordin.

Sister Xiaojing picked up a small yellow flag in her hand and waved it over there.

Then, she took out a ribbon and tied it to the banner in Mordin's hand.

"This is my formation network, through which I can obtain the Yuan Force layout of your formation. She explained.

Mordin nodded.

The disciple at the foot of the mountain changed the red flag and waved, and the attack officially began.

A group of about 10 disciples formed an offensive formation, and they rode their respective magic weapons to rush towards the formation from the other side of the canyon.

"It's the disciple of the Shuwu Sect who takes the lead, and that Senior Brother Cheng Zheng is already a cultivator in the primordial realm of the Yuan Shen, and a measuring ruler in his hand is very powerful, you have to be careful!"

Mordin nodded, and he waved the array flag in his hand.

"Huh...... How did you retreat the Yuan Force Formation?" Xiao Jing exclaimed.

"The fist that is withdrawn is more powerful when it is punched out!" Mordin did not look back, he stared at the group of disciples who were attacking at a rapid pace.

The disciples of the Shuwu Sect put up a flying goose-style offensive formation, with three disciples sweeping forward, five disciples as mid-waist support, and senior brother Cheng Zheng in charge of the finale behind.

The three disciples who were sweeping the formation had already entered the range of the formation's attack.

Mo Ding waved the small flag in his hand, and a thunderbolt fist of vitality slammed into the three disciples, and they were unexpectedly hit by this energy, and they immediately staggered and wanted to fall into the ditch.

The 5 disciples behind hurriedly sacrificed the magic weapon, attacked the powerful fist, trying to stop the sharp attack of the formation, who knew that this was a feint attack by Mo Ding, the real attack came from both sides, and the two forces bypassed the three disciples who swept forward, and attacked the 5 disciples in the back waist from both sides.

"Oops......" One disciple was beaten and fell into the ditch, and the other four disciples also staggered, just seeking self-protection and unable to help.

"Hey!" Seeing this, Cheng Zheng in the back violently threw out the measuring ruler in his hand and hit Mo Ding's formation, and at the same time he drove the magic weapon, and his body was copied downward, catching the fallen disciple.

The measuring scale was empty.

It turned out that Mordin used up all the Yuan Power accumulated by the formation at one time!

There was no more resistance from behind, and the first team passed through the defensive formation smoothly.

It takes less than half a breath.

Seeing such a record, Mordin shrugged helplessly.

He could have divided the Yuan Force into multiple uses, so that the effect of blocking might be better.

"Anyway, I can't stop it, it's better to have a good time!" Mo Ding explained to the stunned Xiaojing girl.

"Mordin, it's too weird for you to use troops like this, no wonder you can be the commander-in-chief of the Pacification Division!" Xiaojing's sister looked at him with admiration.

"Oh......" Mordin didn't expect her to be praising herself.

"What is the weirdness of using soldiers, doesn't it depend on strength?" he said to himself.

"But it's too wasteful for you to use Yuan Li like that, you have to stir up the Yuan Force in the formation, just like you splash a basin of water out, you can't just splash it out at once, you have to make the water in the basin rotate, so that it is more powerful!"

"Oh, that's what happened!" Mordin finally understood a little bit of why the formation had set up several formations.

The formation is not only used to store energy, but also has the effect of hooking, converting, and excitation, and if used properly, it can amplify the attack effect of Yuan Force several times.

"Next is the Xuanqi Sect Attack Formation, you can use it according to the method I said, and I will also help you cast my Xuanling Formation to confuse the Yuan Souls of those junior disciples, you take the opportunity to attack them, it is best to defeat a few!" she said again.

Mo Ding secretly laughed when she heard this, this Xiaojing girl turned out to be selfish, she hated the seven-step Qing master for punishing the horse-faced Cheng Feng, and wanted the disciples of the Xuanqi Sect to make a fool of themselves here.

The two powerful disciples of the Xuanqi Sect, Cheng Feng and Lin Xuan, did not come, and this was probably the only chance for Mo Ding to win.

"Okay! just do as you say!" Mordin cheered up and slowly cultivated the Yuan Force in a few true coincidences, and through the Array Banner, he could feel that the Yuan Force this time was many times more abundant than the last time.

"It's coming!" Sister Xiaojing whispered, and the nine disciples of the Xuanqi Sect appeared in the canyon.

"Hurry up, none of them are cultivators of the Yuan God Realm. Sister Xiaojing's eyes were staring at those disciples, and she was holding the small flag in her hand and trembling slightly.

The disciples of the Xuanqi Sect lined up a very strange long snake formation, and when the first disciple approached the attack range of the formation, he suddenly took out an object from his pocket and threw it into the formation, and the thing was long when he saw it, and after a while, it turned into a seven-story pagoda more than 1 zhang high!

"What?" Xiaojing's sister suddenly stood up when she saw it.

"Linglong Tower!" she exclaimed!

That 7-layer Linglong Pagoda is the treasure of the Xuanqi Sect, and it is easy for these disciples to hold this treasure to attack the formation!

If the measuring ruler used by Cheng Zheng before was a high imitation, then the Linglong Pagoda thrown out by the disciples of the Xuanqi Sect this time is a genuine treasure of the sect, and it casts layers of Xuanqi around its body, dissolving the Yuan Force attacked by Mo Ding one by one, and the team of disciples successfully passed through the defensive array unscathed.

Xiaojing's sister sat weakly on the stone.

The six masters who were watching the battle on the top of the mountain over there looked at the Seven Steps of the Xuanqi Sect with their eyes in unison.

Qibu Qing laughed dryly, cleared his throat and said, "Uh-huh...... My disciples' comprehension of the heavy treasures of the sect is even more skillful than I imagined, and the old man is very pleased......" He stroked his chin with one hand and nodded his head frequently to express satisfaction.

The 6 heads rolled their eyes in unison!

"Seventh Master, do you want Senior Sister and me to take the Jiuqu Bronze Ding away and let my disciples guard the big array behind?" she said with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

"Oh...... No, no, no, Daoist Biqing misunderstood, I just respected Daoist Yu Ling, to ensure that I would not miss in the first level, Daoist Don't be wrong with me!"

"It's just to deal with a stunned boy who doesn't understand the formation, and you used the magic weapon of the town faction?"

"Although Mo Ding doesn't understand the formation, but Xiaojing's girl is a master of the formation, and the old man has to guard against it!"

"Hmph......" Seeing that the seventh master mentioned his beloved apprentice Xiaojing, Daoist Biqing turned his face away and stopped entanglement with him.