"Tut-tut, this net worth... Sure enough, he is worthy of being the chief true heir of the Supreme Sect..."

Xiang Yang looked at Shen Dou, shook his head and praised a few times, and put the tungsten gold plate in front of him unhurriedly, not even bothering to use the new talisman pen, and directly took out an ordinary talisman pen with a few broken soft whiskers on his head, and then looked around, and beckoned to Shen Yan: "Senior brother, can you borrow some talisman water for me?"

"You don't even have a rune water? You dare to bring it up to compare the formation? I'm afraid this kid isn't crazy?"

The elders who were watching the battle next to them immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the words of ordinary goods were automatically filtered by them.

Shen Yan smiled bitterly and took out a box of ink gold water from his Sumeru ring, although it was not as valuable as agarwood soft silver water, but it was also a medium-class thing.

When it was handed over to Xiang Yang, he couldn't help but instruct: "Senior Brother Yang, don't be reckless, this Bafang Huiyuan Array is too difficult, it's a big deal, just admit defeat..."

It is actually a very risky thing for a formation mage to draw a formation, under the full infusion, the mind will often be damaged due to too much consumption of divine consciousness, and the trance of a few days is still good, but if it is serious, it may be injured by the sea of consciousness.

In his mind, it was a little difficult for the ordinary Nine Tribulation Masters of the Eight Directions Huiyuan Array to draw, not to mention Xiang Yang, a small Jiedan monk, and it would be just a matter of losing at that time, and the injury of Zhihai might affect the immortal seedlings, which was a matter of a lifetime.

Xiang Yang took the ink gold water, and when he heard his words full of concern, his heart couldn't help but warm.

Along the way, although this senior brother has always revered Lu Ya'er in his words, he did not show any affection, and Xiang Yang's inexplicable vinegar dissipated a lot, and after hearing the words, he couldn't help but smile and directly transmitted the voice.

"Senior brother, it's harder to say than anything else, it's better than drawing a formation... Hehe, you're going to see..."

Shen Yan's palms, which were softer and smoother than a woman's, trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of horror.

Forcibly transmitting the sound? I am an eight-turn cultivator...

Xiang Yang had already returned to his futon with the ink gold water, and he was not in a hurry, he first tilted his head and looked in the direction of the fight, and muttered in his mouth.

"That's a good one... This ginseng pattern seems to have become..."

"Oh yes, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's half a thread... The next few formations have to be corrected because of this, otherwise the coherence will not be enough!"

"Hey, that's not going to work... Agarwood soft silver water is really good, and the volatility is very small, but the speed of this one is too slow, and it has exceeded the limit..."

“......”

He was nagging there, but fortunately, the participants were completely immersed in the drawing of the formation and turned a deaf ear, but as a referee, Wumeng couldn't bear it anymore, coughed lightly, and reminded: "This player, please don't interfere with your opponent... Let's get started!"

He didn't pay attention, but on the side, the old Zhu's eyes became brighter and brighter, and later, he almost stared round, looking at Xiang Yang directly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Xiang Yang nodded towards Wumeng with a smile: "Okay, this begins... By the way, Elder Wu, why don't you also get involved? I have a piece of Soul Casting Divine Jade here, you see... Let's bet on whether I can complete this Octagon Yuan Array... If you can't finish it, it's yours... If it's done, you can just come up with something of equivalent value. Well, it's almost fine..."

He doesn't let go of anyone's cheapness...

"Soul Casting Divine Jade, how does this kid know that my natal treasure needs this material?"

Wumeng held the flying sword behind his back with his backhand, his face turned red and white, and after struggling for a long time, he was still embarrassed to take advantage of the junior, and forcibly took his eyes off the soul casting divine jade, as if he couldn't hold back his consent after taking a second look.

Xiang Yang sighed with some regret, put away the piece of ink jade in his hand that shone with a faint light, and then put the tungsten gold plate in front of him upright, opened the box of ink gold water, and picked up the talisman...

......

An hour later, Shen Dou made the last stroke, looking at the tungsten gold plate that was now densely covered with formations, he took a deep breath and looked at it triumphantly for a long time.

Absolutely extraordinary!

Two hundred and seventy-three runes were drawn within this half-foot radius, and there were almost no mistakes, although it was still far from the finished Eight Directions Huiyuan Array, but it was enough to be proud.

After all, I'm not a professional formation mage...

Besides, even Elder Zhu said that even he may not be able to draw successfully!

"Well, why is it so quiet?"

He looked up a little dazedly, only to find that everyone's eyes were on one direction.

"That's... How is that possible..."

Not far from him, the little monk of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect was busy there, his arms were almost stationary, and only by the movements of his wrists and fingers, the runes had already fallen.

Every time he put down the pen, he looked so chic that he didn't even need to think about it, just one after another, and when he looked at it, the central part of the tungsten gold plate was already painted, and if he hadn't looked at it carefully with his sense, it would have looked like a splash of ink had dripped on it.

"Alright... Time is in a hurry, so let's just do it... Hey, Elder, what are you?"

Dropping the last stroke, Xiang Yang put away the talisman pen with some unfinished thoughts, raised his head, and just met the gaze of the Elder Zhu, I don't know when, this Liuhe Immortal Sect's first formation master had already come to a short distance in front of him, looking at him directly.

"It's... This is still the Octagon Huiyuan Array... Can I try it?"

At this time, Shen Dou had already used his divine sense to scan all the tungsten gold plates in front of Xiang Yang, and he was just relieved.

Two hundred and forty-eight formations, a lot less than what he had drawn, but as a minor monk in the Dan period, he was already very remarkable, and it was no wonder that he dared to have such confidence, if he didn't play extraordinarily, he might not be able to catch up.

But when he heard what Elder Zhu said, he was stunned again: "There are more than 100 formation patterns missing, what else can you try?" Although the way of formation is ever-changing, these formations have been tempered thousands of times, not to mention more than 100 less formations, even one less, not even one less stroke..."

Just as he was hesitating, he saw that the little monk waved his hand generously and handed the tungsten gold plate to Elder Zhu: "Naturally... However, the time is shorter, the pen is too fast, it is inevitable that there are some unsatisfactory points, and there are many impurities in this tungsten gold plate, and the effect is improvised..."

Elder Zhu took the tungsten gold plate in a hurry, but after starting his hand, he became cautious, and even his breathing was much lighter, as if he was afraid that he would blow away the formation lines on it, and he looked at it carefully, and his pale face suddenly flushed, and his hands trembled.

"It's a miracle!"