The cultivation room has become a dilapidated room that leaks wind and rain.

The half-foot-thick dead leaves under the soles of the feet smelled of rotting.

The two walked for a long time, and finally found a person in a dark and broken kitchen.

An unkempt drunk who can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.

After Tutor Nan introduced him, Feng Xiaoqiang was frightened.

It turned out that this drunk, who looked like a beggar, was the head of the physical seminary and the tutor He Gang.

The abbot of the seminary is Hegang, the tutor is Hegang, and in short, he is alone.

"Dean He drank too much again." Mentor Nan shook his head, "He drank too much and no one could wake him up." Let's go. ”

Feng Xiaoqiang looked at Dean He, he was holding a broken wine gourd, his eyes were drunk, and he had a silly smile on his face.

He didn't seem to notice anyone standing in front of him, just blindly immersed in his own world.

After the two walked out of the physical training institute, Feng Xiaoqiang couldn't help but be curious: "Mentor Nan, the head of the hall, how did he become like this?" ”

Tutor Nan sighed: "Thirty years ago, Dean He and his wife personally led the students on a mission, and they didn't want to have a big accident. Only Dean He survived with serious injuries. ”

Since then, Dean He has been in a slump. Every day, I get drunk with wine, and I live in a mess.

Because of Dean He's inaction, there were only a dozen students left in the seminary. The monastery has long since cut off the supply of resources to the seminary and left it to fend for itself.

The students of the gymnasium make ends meet by taking out tasks or doing other small businesses.

Feng Xiaoqiang didn't expect that there would be such a shabby existence in such a tall school. made her feel a little cold.

She was silent and followed Mentor Nan with her head down. For a while, she didn't even notice where Mentor Nan was taking her.

By the time she came back to her senses, she and Mentor Nan were already standing in front of two thousand-year-old trees.

Feng Xiaoqiang took a closer look, only to find that this was an illusion refracted by the formation. She reached out and touched it, and it felt like a real tree.

Feng Xiaoqiang couldn't help but be impressed.

This kind of formation is many times more advanced than the formations she has seen before, and it should be an emperor-level formation.

The formation recorded in the Hacker Secret Guide of the Holy Hand True Monarch, although there are also emperor-level formations, but after all, they were from 50,000 years ago.

After 50,000 years of changes, future generations don't know how many unfathomable formations have been derived from inventions.

If Feng Xiaoqiang was to crack this large-scale emperor-level formation, it might be very difficult.

But after Mentor Nan walked her through, it was another story.

This is the genius of the Holy Hand True Monarch.

No matter what the formation, as long as he gets a glimpse of one or two of the formation, it will be easy to crack.

I have to say that Feng Xiaoqiang is quite a true legend of the Holy Hand True Monarch.

After following Mentor Nan in, she was so itchy that she wanted to break this formation.

Mentor Nan brought Feng Xiaoqiang to the Great Elder again.

The Great Elder sat cross-legged on a low couch, concentrating on making tea.

The refreshing aroma of tea soon permeated the entire tea room.

Mentor Minami stood aside with his hands down. The Great Elder didn't speak, and he didn't dare to disturb the master making tea.

As soon as Feng Xiaoqiang saw Mentor Nan's posture, he knew that Mentor Nan was very afraid of his master.

Thinking about it, Mentor Nan was in the Fengyun Empire and faced the Fengyun Emperor with a lofty posture. Now he is like this in front of his master.

The difference between before and after is not ordinarily large.

"Sit down." The Great Elder suddenly spoke faintly.

"Thank you, Great Elder." Feng Xiaoqiang walked over and sat in front of the Great Elder.

Mentor Nan's eyelids jumped: This little girl is too ...... Too bold to dare to sit in front of the master. In case it was slapped away by the master......

Mentor Nan was deeply worried about Feng Xiaoqiang.

But Feng Xiaoqiang naturally took a sip of a cup of tea, and nodded his little head: "The great elder's skill in making tea is so good......