Not to mention the shocked look on the faces of the hundreds of disciples of the three generations present, even Wang Bin, who was a true disciple, changed his face for a while, and he looked extremely shocked.

Although these three-talent formation formations are famous, in this small Lu country, low-level disciples are unknown.

Because the conditions required for this set of formations are too harsh, not only do they require the people needed to cast the formation to have the same soul, but also the physique of the cultivators it requires is also extremely strict, so there are too few cultivators who cultivate this kind of formation, and even fewer can refine it.

After all, there are too many suspicions and precautions in the world of cultivation, and every cultivator generally cultivates alone, so that he can improve his cultivation realm faster and reach a deeper level of cultivation as soon as possible.

Therefore, this well-known formation, because it must be completed by a trio, has become an unpopular formation.

Although the three-talent formation is unpopular, but the power is not to be underestimated, once practiced, you can freely cast the formation, in a short period of time to improve the formation of the head of the cultivator of the mana and the realm of cultivation at the same time, but also can change the position at any time, the combination of attack and defense, in the battle is a very practical metamorphosis formation.

At this time, Wang Bin saw the three-talent formation displayed by Yue Qiu and the three of them, and suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if he was blocked with a heavy stone in his chest, his breathing was a little miserable, and his heart was even more aggrieved.

He has been in the Seven Xuanzong Sect for more than five years, and he has only been promoted to a true disciple in one fell swoop in just a few years, and he is admired by tens of thousands of people.

At this time, he, a true disciple with infinite scenery, was forced to such a field by these unknown ordinary third-generation disciples in front of him.

A kind of tragic atmosphere of the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and the back waves slapping the front waves to death, made him involuntarily clench his fingers, and stared at Yue Qiu and the three of them coldly.

Then he immediately calmly put aside his gaze, pretending to be expressionless, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to get off the stage, and now he is really at the point where it is difficult to ride a tiger.

His current strength, although he is not afraid of the three-talent formation composed of the three Yue Qiu on the opposite side.

But there was little certainty about defeating Yue Qiu and the three of them. The quality of the spiritual weapons sacrificed in the hands of the three Yue Qiu was no worse than his, and they were all high-grade spiritual weapons, which involuntarily confirmed his previous guess.

The few people on the opposite side must have backstage support, and the backstage people are still not small, and they must be very fond of these people.

If this were not the case, just by virtue of their ordinary status as three generations of disciples, where would they be able to find the talisman of the high-grade spiritual weapon.

"This time I really kicked it to the iron, this Wang Li, if you don't learn all day long, it will make trouble for me. Wang Bin looked annoyed, glanced at Wang Li, who was full of panic, and his eyes were full of anger and resentment.

"Hmph, it is strictly forbidden to fight privately between the same door, don't you all know it?!"

Just as the situation was at a stalemate, a cold snort exploded around him, and his words were cold and stern, revealing a little annoyed majesty.

Everyone only heard a cold snort, the sound was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and it suddenly woke up all the three generations of disciples who had not yet eased up, and then the sound of heavy footsteps sounded not far away.

Looking at it, a young male monk with a tall figure and a grim face walked over from not far away and appeared in everyone's field of vision.

From head to toe, this young male monk was fully engaged in a pair of black armor weapons and equipment, helmets, armor, boots, wrist guards, leg guards, shoulder pads, and the cuirass was embroidered with the symbol of the hill representing the Seven Xuan Sects, standing together and very eye-catching. At the waist is a three-foot-long golden lightsaber, dazzling.

This is the standard equipment of the law enforcement team within the Seven Xuanzong Sect, and it is a complete set of medium-grade spiritual weapons, not the kind of armor made of fragile secular mortal iron.

The Spirit Weapon Armor has extremely high defense, while the Spirit Sword has extremely high attack power, and wearing this complete set of full-body spirit weapons similar to the suit is bound to inspire additional power that is greater than the quality of the spirit weapon itself.

The senior refiner used thousands of catties of refined iron ore to remove its residue, take its essence, and then use the innate land true fire to quench it for nine hundred and eighty-one days, so that it was possible to refine such a piece of spiritual weapon armor.

Don't look at this spiritual armor looks very thin, although a helmet, a boot, a bracer or a small piece of leggings weighs less than a catty, and a full set of armor is also very easy to wear on the body, but whether it is defensive power or attack power, it is very powerful.

With such a complete set of spiritual weapons and armor with super defensive power worn on the body, even if it was guarded by a monk of the sixth layer of the Qi Refining Period, it was enough to face a master of the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period head-on, and he would be invincible in a short period of time.

However, ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivators would not even want to wear this kind of armor. Although the defensive power of this set of armor is terrifying, the complete set of armor is too rare, and it would be good for an ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivator to have one or two of them, not to mention this entire set of defensive spiritual weapons.

Fu Jun looked at the complete set of spiritual armor worn by the young male monk, although he was a little envious, but he was not moved.

This kind of complete set of spiritual weapon armor suits, although it is good, he can't use it at all, and he can't look at it, with his current value, it is difficult for him to arouse the slightest interest in this kind of thing.

This young male monk was none other than Wei Qing, the leader of the Seven Xuanzong Law Enforcement Team, known as the iron-faced Arhat. He glanced at the people around him, the corners of his mouth curled, and there was a hint of disdain hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Fu Jun frowned, he didn't know the captain of the law enforcement team, he just met this Wei Qing a few times by chance, and he didn't talk to him.

I don't know why, he doesn't have a good impression of the law enforcement team of the Seven Xuanzong Sect in his heart, and even has some rejection and disgust. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he has been misidentified as a spy several times in the past few years, and several of them have been sneered at by the law enforcement team, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with these people.

But he had to admit that this Wei Qing had been in this Seven Xuanzong for more than ten years and was an experienced veteran. Moreover, the cultivation is indeed not low, it is also the peak realm of the twelfth layer of the Qi refining period, and he is only one step away from advancing to build a foundation and becoming a second-generation sect disciple.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and Wei Qing's appearance brought a lot of pressure to everyone present.

This is an unavoidable phenomenon for low-level monks in front of high-level monks, and the greater the gap in cultivation, the more pressing this spiritual pressure will be.