"Oh?" Zhang Kui was overjoyed in his heart, and when he saw Feng Qingyang's relaxed expression, most of the worries in his heart suddenly disappeared.

So he quickly flew over the crowd and said: "The Red Devil has something to say, and we will do a big vote next!"

He said this in a gangster, not like a monk at all, on the contrary, he also wanted to be a person in the green forest on the rivers and lakes.

When everyone heard the news, their spirits were lifted, and since this afternoon, they have repeatedly hit a wall, and have even been chased and killed by Lu Xun and others several times, which can be described as a wolf bèi to the extreme, and they have long held their breath in a nameless fire.

Now that they heard that Feng Qingyang had a way, they naturally stepped forward as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they all looked at Feng Qingyang with excitement.

Although he is only an early wandering corpse, his strength is indeed extremely powerful, and his extraordinary knowledge and his temperament with clear grievances have won the recognition of most of the people present.

When the crowd arrived, Feng Qingyang nodded with satisfaction and said, "Shicai has been chased and killed by that damn Lu Xun, presumably everyone has some kind of resentment against me in their hearts!"

Then he added, "But...... I have thought of a way, not only can I trap the 2,000 people in Lu Xun's hands in one fell swoop, but I can't say that I can also kill him himself in this audition battlefield!"

Wow!

The crowd was boiling, but there were a few people who looked at Feng Qingyang suspiciously.

Who is Lu Xun? Lu Xun is the first disciple of the Taixuan Sect and the next successor of the contemporary sect leader.

Looking at their eyes, Feng Qingyang already understood a little in his heart, so he said: "As long as you believe me!

"Think about it, the two thousand people in Lu Xun's hands are all sect disciples, you can imagine how rich they are in their storage bags. ”

"Massive resources, massive spirit stones and elixir magic weapons, aren't you tempted?"

Sure enough, only naked interests can attract everyone, and they listened to Feng Qingyang with half a doubt.

In the end, Qi Qi turned into a loud roar, and stood up heroically, which can be called straight into the sky.

"How many spirit stones do you have now?"

Suddenly, the wind cleared and said this, which directly calmed down the noisy crowd.

Spirit stones! It's a life-saving thing on this battlefield, if Feng Qingyang asks about other things, it's fine, but when they ask, they ask about such a very important thing, they are naturally unwilling to explain.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang naturally understood it, so he tempted and said: "Wait a minute, if Lu Xun's group is all killed, it will be countless spirit stones!"

"Don't you want to? Are you willing to endure this?"

"Roar!"

At this time, a middle-aged man about thirty years old walked out of the crowd and said, "If you can lead us to kill them, then what is my little spirit stone?"

"Smack!"

He erased the mark from his storage bag, placed the entire bag on the ground, and turned back to the crowd.

With the first comes the second.

Bang Bang Bang!

Then countless people stepped forward and handed over the storage bags, and at the same time, a pair of extremely trusting and decisive eyes looked at Feng Qingyang.

They are casual cultivators, the most undignified group of people in the cultivation realm, if they can defeat a group of people from major sects and sects, then they will change the history of scattered cultivation, compared to this, what is a small spirit stone?

After a while, there were a lot of storage bags on the ground, and Feng Qingyang put them all away in front of them in their fleshy eyes.

"Thank you brothers for trusting me so much, my name as a Red Devil will never let you down!"

As he spoke, his body suddenly bloomed with an invincible momentum, with a little domineering and bloodthirsty, and finally won further recognition from everyone.

"Brothers, come with me!"

The wind roared in high spirits, and turned around and flew towards the circular valley below.

The crowd behind him also shouted in unison, and swept away with him as black as locusts.

In the middle of the valley, the wind blows and stands on a rock.

Looking around at everyone, I saw that each of them was full of spirit, and the spirit of the wolf bèi who was hunted down before had disappeared, and was replaced by a battle spirit that soared into the sky.

"Have you ever heard of the Technique of the Formation Dao?" Feng Qingyang suddenly turned to look at Zhang Kuidao on the side.

"The Art of the Formation Dao?" Zhang Kui didn't know why, he looked at Feng Qingyang with a puzzled face, and suddenly, some memories flashed through his mind.

looked at the wind with a look of horror, and his body trembled slightly.

Obviously, he had already remembered what the "Formation Technique" was!

"You...... Are you talking about the formation Dao technique that has been lost since ancient times?"

"Not bad!" said Feng Qingyang, looking solemn.

"This time, I must let Lu Xun go and never return, and cut off his inheritance of Taixuanzong!"

"You ......" Zhang Kui was dumbfounded, looking at the wind in disbelief.

However, it is undeniable that when he heard Feng Qingyang say this, a trace of throbbing also welled up in his heart.

Feng Qingyang pointed to this valley and said, "Come and see, does this valley naturally form a gossip trend?"

Hearing this, Zhang Kui raised his eyes and looked around, and his heart was indeed like this.

This circumferential valley is not big or small, it is full of large and small undulating rocks, and its edge is faintly formed in the shape of eight trigrams.

Although Zhang Kui saw a hint of clues, after all, he didn't understand what the formation path was, so he said, "Then what are your plans next?"

"There is a natural tendency to gossip here, and it just so happens that I know that there is a formation that can be used here. As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Zhang Kui, and a cold killing intent suddenly drifted in his eyes: "If it is successful, then Lu Xun and the others will definitely die here!"

"Is that true?"

"Really! but ......"

Speaking of this, Feng Qingyang's words turned sharply, and his eyes suddenly looked at Zhang Kui.

I saw that Zhang Kui was stared at by him and his hairs stood on end, and a trace of cold sweat began to appear on his forehead, and there was no killing intent in his clear eyes, but there was an extremely piercing power.

"But this still needs your magic weapon!"

"What magic weapon?" asked Zhang Kui, pretending not to know.

Feng Qingyang smiled, but this smile was extremely terrifying in Zhang Kui's eyes.

"I said Zhang Dameng...... You'll have to take out your Blood Refining Banner to make a formation eye before you can cast this big array!"

"How do you know!" Zhang Kui's body tightened, and he secretly admired the wonder, he had a blood refining flag, but that was his important magic weapon.

"Hahaha! If I don't know, how can I swear so confidently to kill Lu Xun and the others?"

The wind turned his head and smiled silently.

"Let's witness the miracle moment!"