Luo Qingyin took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course." ”

Maybe it will explode a second time, Luo Qingyin didn't wash his face, wiped his hands, and continued to study and set up the formation in the dark.

Jimo was speechless for a moment, and also sped up.

On this day, there was an earth-shattering loud noise from time to time behind the library hall, and the green lawn completely turned into a wasteland with exposed stones and dirt underneath, and even the bark of a century-old tree dozens of feet away was scorched.

Hua Qianye occasionally walked to the window to look at them, and saw that they had not slept all night, still concentrating on torturing the formation, and the bright moonlight fell on them, and there was a bit of hard work in Yingxue, and he couldn't help but nod appreciatively.

Talented, stable, and willing to work hard, their future is full of infinite possibilities!

The sun rises and sets, the moon rises and the moon disappears, and the twelve hours are about to pass.

Hua Qianye strolled out of the library hall, and found that an invisible Xuan Qi Xuan Qi rippled out, enveloping the place where Luo Qingyin was arranged.

Is it done?

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, Hua Qianye walked quickly to the front of the formation, his eyes swept over the formed formation, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Luo Qingyin sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The array was extremely depleting of her divine sense, and her sea of consciousness was almost exhausted, and she could only rely on cultivation to recover.

However, each time he recovered, he would increase slightly, so it could be regarded as a way to cultivate his divine sense.

Silently calculating the passage of time in his heart, almost twelve hours later, Luo Qingyin opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Hua Qianye's clear eyebrows.

Startled, Luo Qingyin involuntarily took a step back, just stepping on the formation eye.

Wow!

As if something sounded, the crumbling formation collapsed violently, and the Xuan Qi ripples spread like ripples all around.

This......

Luo Qingyin covered her eyes without tears when she wanted to cry, happy and sad!

Hua Qianye wanted to give a few words, but when he saw this situation, he shook his head with a smile: "Starting tomorrow, double the recitation of classics, and abandon cultivation when transcribing, now, you go back and rest first." ”

Luo Qingyin sighed lightly and turned his head to look at Jimo Wuxin.

He stood in front of the ninety percent completed formation, holding the second-grade wood attribute soul stone that was the eye of the formation in his hand, and said in frustration: "I seem to have mistakenly placed Xuanjing in the position of the eye of the formation. ”

Well, he's hopeless either.

After the two went back to make up for sleep, the Pavilion Master of the Array Pavilion walked out of the library hall and praised: "Good seedlings, it is worth focusing on cultivating." ”

Under the morning sun, Hua Qianye reciprocated with a faint smile.

"However, can you move to the formation tower next time?" The Pavilion Master of the Array Pavilion looked at the two bare pieces of scorched earth, and his heart was desolate, "I can't save the library hall if I blow it up a few more times." ”

Hua Qianye raised his head and was noncommittal: "The array tower is unchanged, how can it be compared to a random place?" No matter how stupid the student is, he can pass it after a few attempts. ”

Pavilion Master: "......"

I have to admit that he was right.

……

After half a day's rest, in the afternoon, Luo Qingyin was already in good spirits.

Without Hua Qianye's instructions, she went to the apse of the library hall very consciously to copy and recite the classics.

After this time, she has a new understanding of the formation.

First of all, the formation is extremely expensive.

A mortal medium-grade wood spirit array blew up hundreds of lower-grade Xuanjing and five second-grade soul stones within twelve hours, still on the premise of not succeeding.

Mao Dun Literature