After listening to the voice of the old man in the linen robe, Xu Qiuhan just nodded quietly and did not speak.

Seeing her reaction, the old man in the hemp robe pointed to the mouse on his shoulder, and continued to say, "Please forgive the old man for being abrupt. Earlier, this little guy told the old man everything he knew, and the old man also understands your feelings. But the moon flower is also an extremely important thing to that kid, so ......"

The old man in the linen robe was only halfway through his words, and then shook his head: "That's it, I'll see that kid later, I'll show this old face to help you talk about it." ”

Xu Qiuhan didn't expect the old man in the hemp robe to say this, and her originally somewhat gloomy eyes had more brilliance, she bowed deeply to the old man in the hemp robe, and said solemnly: "Thank you, senior." ”

Ling Zheng and Xiang Xuefeng saw Xu Qiuhan suddenly salute the old man in the linen robe, and the two glanced at each other, both of them were a little confused, but they didn't ask more.

The four of them and one cat were about to continue walking, but suddenly they heard a miserable howl coming from a blue stone hall not far ahead, and then, five cultivators wearing various magic robes fled in a hurry, looking extremely wolf.

These five people had obviously experienced a death battle before, not to mention the tattered magic clothes on their bodies, even the magic weapons in their hands were stained with blood, and two of them even had incomplete magic weapons.

To Ling Zheng's surprise, the two people who were incomplete in the magic weapon turned out to be Zhang Tong and Xu Bule, who were with Xu Qiuhan before.

After the five of them escaped from the Blue Stone Palace, they saw that Ling Zheng and the other four were about to walk in this direction, and the blue-clothed cultivator who led the group seemed to have had his arm torn off by something gritted his teeth and shouted, "A few Daoists, don't move forward! There are ghosts in this stone hall!"

"Senior brother, second senior brother?!" Xu Qiuhan hurriedly rushed over, and saw that Zhang Tong and Xu Bule were both with not light injuries, and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Zhang Tong and Xu were not happy to see that their little sister was fine, they were both surprised and happy. The blue-clothed cultivator who yelled at a few people earlier didn't expect that someone on his side would actually know this group of people, so he hurriedly reminded: "Everyone, this is not the place to talk, let's still ......."

"Little Brother Ling Zheng, you are a formation mage, can you help repair the suppression array of this stone hall?" Xu Bule said: "Otherwise, if that thing comes out, we will be in trouble." ”

Without waiting for Ling Zheng to speak, the old man in the linen robe said, "Do as he says." What kind of bastard opened these blue stone halls indiscriminately? Don't you know that these blue stone halls are full of living dead?"

Ling Zheng nodded hurriedly, and after summoning the Xuanwen Pen, he beckoned Xiang Xuefeng to come over to help. The latter did not refuse, but just threw the bundle of long swords behind his back on the ground, ignoring the strange glances that the five people who suddenly appeared on him.

Before he approached the hall where Zhang Tong and Xu Bule had escaped, Ling Zheng smelled a strong corpse stench, which made him frown slightly. After that, Ling Zheng carefully observed the gate of this blue stone hall with his delusional eyes, and said: "It should be repaired, Brother Xiang, I can't be distracted when I repair the formation later, please keep an eye on it, if something runs out of this stone hall and can't be killed, just blast them back!"

Xiang Xuefeng nodded, stretched out his hand, and more than a dozen long swords flew out of the bundle of swords he was carrying before, and stuck them on the ground in front of him.

Zhang Tong, Xu Bule and the others breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the heirs of the Huajian Sect, whose murderous name had already spread in the Xuansha Imperial Palace, had come to help.

The formation that sealed the gate of this blue stone hall was very exquisite, and it stood to reason that Ling Zheng's second-level formation mage could not break it. But breaking the formation is breaking the formation, and repairing is repairing, and the latter can be repaired quickly as long as the distribution of the spiritual patterns of the formation is clear and its laws are clear.

Otherwise, there would be no need for those ancient cultivation forces to recruit array mages all year round to repair the secret formations within their sects or clans.

Because of the assistance of the Eye of Delusion, Ling Zheng quickly figured out the rules of this formation, and immediately began to wave the Xuan Pattern Pen, carving out a series of mysterious formations, and controlling them to accurately merge into the formation that had been forcibly broken in front of the Blue Stone Palace.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, in the deep darkness behind the door of the blue stone hall that had been opened widely, a roar that sounded like neither human nor beast sounded from it. Zhang Tong, Xu Bule and the others, who had escaped from the main hall before, changed their faces in an instant.

Immediately after, a strange man with long white hair, but the tattered ancient magic clothes he was wearing could be vaguely seen, rushed out of the blue stone hall and rushed towards Ling Zheng, who was repairing the formation.

Xiang Xuefeng, who had not moved at all, reached out and pulled out a long sword inserted in front of him, and after shouting, he directly threw the long sword in his hand at the strange man.

The long sword thrown out by Xiang Xuefeng brought out a dazzling blue rainbow, like a meteor, and after the sword body was wedged into the chest of the white-haired stranger, the long sword carried that powerful force, and it knocked the tall white-haired stranger out of the air.

Everyone saw that the white-haired strange man had just rushed out of the blue stone hall, and before he could take two steps, he was blasted back into the stone hall by a sword thrown out by Xiang Xuefeng, and it took a long time before a dull crashing sound came from the stone hall.

Seeing this, the old man in the hemp robe showed a smile on his face again: "Hehe, this kid from the Sword Gate has played this sword throwing technique really beautifully, look at this meaning, this kid will definitely be able to refine this sword throwing technique into the heavenly punishment sword that is said to be able to fly swords and cut people across the continent." ”

Xiang Xuefeng also had very sharp ears, and after hearing that the old man in the hemp robe knew so much about their Sword Sect, he was surprised in his heart, and at the same time, there was more pride on his face.

After a cup of tea, five strange people who were exactly the same as the previous strange man rushed out of the blue stone hall, but these five strange people were all beaten back by Xiang Xuefeng with sword throwing without exception.

"Buzz!"

A trembling sound came out, and the formation in front of the gate of the Blue Stone Hall suddenly erupted with dazzling white light, and in the flickering white light, the gate of the Blue Stone Hall gradually closed.

Seeing that the formation had been successfully repaired by Ling Zheng, the five people including Zhang Tong and Xu Bule, who had run out of the main hall before, all breathed a long sigh of relief.

Except for Zhang Tong and the blue-clothed cultivator who had one of his arms torn off, the rest of these people are all "orthodox cultivators" who are good at spells, and they don't expect to help, and it's already a blessing not to hold back. One of the arms of the blue-clothed cultivator was torn off by a white cat monster when he saved Xu Bule before.

The blue-clothed cultivator who had had one of his arms torn off sat cross-legged on the ground, and his body gradually lit up with a crystal blue streamer, and under the shroud of that streamer, flesh and bone began to grow on his empty left shoulder, and after about half an hour, his arm was already intact.

"The people of the Hall of Eternal Life?" the old man in the linen robe said with some surprise: "Haha, the people of the Hall of Eternal Life are still in the cultivation realm?"

The linen-robed old man's words were somewhat unpleasant, but after the blue-clothed cultivator heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Lin Yanjiang, a disciple of the Lower Immortal Palace, is naturally a little more concerned about the only immortal technique that the sect can handle. ”

The old man in the hemp robe shook his head and said with a smile: "I can't say that, I think back then, the Immortal Palace was regarded as a murderous inheritance by the major forces on the mainland, and without any ability, it was not qualified to be so valued by those ancient cultivation forces." ”

Lin Yanjiang, a blue-clothed cultivator, still smiled bitterly: "Ability? The seniors laughed, what other skills do the people of my Immortal Hall have besides being beaten?"

The old man in the linen robe smiled and did not speak.

Ling Zheng just nodded to Zhang Tong and Xu Bule, and didn't bother their conversation with Xu Qiuhan. He walked up to the old man in the linen robe and asked in a low voice, "Senior, when I was repairing the formation just now, I felt that something was wrong. ”

"I knew you would ask. The old man in the linen robe didn't say it explicitly, but said, "Do you think that the formation just now will repair itself? Even if you don't repair it, the formation will sooner or later return to its original state?"

Ling Zheng nodded.

The old man in the hemp robe continued: "This Xuansha Emperor Palace was not originally named this, when it was first established, it was completed with the help of a strange person who had traveled extremely far on the path of the formation path. If nothing else, let's just say that this red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple sevenfold realm is a large array established by the mage on the basis of studying the 'Seven Evil Arrays', one of the nine ancient formations. ”

"Boy, learn how people set up formations, with the ability of that formation wizard, even if you learn a little something, it will be enough for you to use it for a lifetime. ”

Ling Zheng nodded, and ran to the formation he had repaired before, carefully observing it with the eyes of delusion.

Xiang Xuefeng leaned over and asked, "Brother Chu, do you feel that old man is a little weird? Although I know this, I only told the master when I entered the world. But how does that old man know this?"

Although Ling Zheng was observing the formation, he was also listening to Xiang Xuefeng's words. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. That senior had a kind of weirdness when he appeared from the beginning, but since the mouse was so affectionate to him, then he shouldn't be the kind of person who would be bad for me. ”

Xiang Xuefeng smacked his mouth twice, and no longer bothered Ling Zheng, but walked to the three cultivators including Lin Yanjiang, the heir of the Hall of Eternal Life, and after sitting down, they chatted.

So, this group of people chatted and chatted, teasing cats and cats, and observing the formation of observation, but there was nothing abnormal.

After three full hours, Xiang Xuefeng walked towards Ling Zheng, who was still observing the formation in front of the blue stone hall, with a jar of wine, and said, "Hey, you don't have to play with your life like this, can you?"

Ling Zheng didn't look back, reached out and grabbed the wine jar in Xiang Xuefeng's hand, and after pouring two sips, he continued to observe the formation. Xiang Xuefeng sat beside Ling Zheng for a while, feeling bored, so he walked to the old man in the hemp robe, and together with the old man in the hemp robe, he roasted the rat who had turned into a cat.

For a whole day after that, the group stayed still, and Ling Zheng had been sitting in front of the formation of the blue stone hall, watching intently, while stretching out his finger to depict something in the void.

The old man in the hemp robe saw it in his eyes, nodded with satisfaction, and muttered: "The formation speed is fast, the memory is strong, and the perception of the formation is also strong, damn, this kid is simply a natural formation mage." ”

The mouse who was sleeping in the arms of the old man in the linen robe also "meowed".

Xiang Xuefeng and the others gradually became familiar with each other, and Xu Qiuhan, Lin Yanjiang, and the others realized that this stiff-faced descendant of the Sword Transformation Sect was not as difficult to get along with as it seemed on the surface.

Another day passed, and Ling Zheng, who was almost about to faint, stood up from in front of that formation and exhaled a long breath.

The old man in the linen robe leaned over and asked, "How is it, boy, how much have you learned?"

Ling Zheng shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't know, but the benefits are great. Thank you for the reminder. ”

The old man in the linen robe nodded, and asked tentatively, "Then do you think that if you can arrange this formation, it will be when you are a formation mage at several levels?"

Ling Zheng thought for a moment, summoned the Xuanwen Pen from his body, and began to close his eyes in a burst of dance.

Bright white streamer patterns continued to fly out of Ling Zheng's Xuan Pattern Pen, and after carving nearly three hundred formation patterns, Ling Zheng finally stopped and shouted softly: "E!"

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, the formation patterns carved by Ling Zheng were connected into pieces, and then they merged into the void.

"Right now. Ling Zheng said with a smile: "The true element in the junior body's body is a little more than six times stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, plus the speed of the formation is relatively fast, if no one disturbs you, you can succeed four or five times out of ten." ”

"After all, the level of this formation is about level four, and it is already a little difficult for the younger generation to be able to copy it, and the effect is also weaker. Ling Zheng said: "However, with the enhancement of cultivation, this formation should have the same effect as the formation in front of this stone hall." ”

The old man in the linen robe grew his mouth, and he only felt that he had encountered a freak.

Uncle, the second-level formation mage of the foundation building realm can actually copy and carve the fourth-level formation of that array of strange talents, is this kid a human?

The old man in the linen robe was thinking about it, and the surrounding earth suddenly shook, and then, everyone only felt that their feet were soft, and the six senses were also forcibly closed.

Except, of course, for the old man in the linen robe who kept his eyes open.

Later, when everyone's vision gradually became clearer, they found that the surrounding stone hall, which was originally a deep blue, had turned a dazzling purple.

Purple, the seventh realm of the Xuansha Imperial Palace, according to the record of the stone tablet outside the Xuansha Imperial Palace, this is also the last heavy realm of the Xuansha Imperial Palace.

And the closed moon flower that Xu Qiuhan was looking for was in this seventh realm.

"Whew!"

With a soft sound, the sky in the distance suddenly exploded, and a stone bridge with flashing lights of various colors flew out of the sky and stretched to the feet of the old man in the linen robe.

The feminine voice sounded again: "Tie Lao has been waiting for a long time, please go to the bridge." ”

The old man in the linen robe patted his linen robe, which didn't look like it was worth a few dollars, and then reached out and touched the cat's head of the mouse, and then turned to the people behind him: "Come with me, remember, don't talk nonsense." If you talk nonsense, you can really die. ”

The feminine voice smiled: "Tie Lao, are the juniors so unkind?"

The old man in the linen robe didn't say anything, and walked onto the stone bridge that shimmered with various lights. After that, Ling Zheng, Xiang Xuefeng, Xu Qiuhan and others also followed, marching towards the sky in the distance.

For some reason, Ling Zheng only felt that the meridians in his body were agitated for a while, as if he felt something.