"Hey, the main thing is that the "Mysterious Formation" is so powerful. A small spirit gathering formation is so capable of both offense and defense. I don't know how powerful the defensive formation and the offensive formation inside are." Others don't know his details, Gu Qing Xi doesn’t know yet? Seeing her contemptuous look, Long Zaiye smiled coquettishly and couldn't hold on anymore.
"Spirit Gathering Formation, you said this is the Spirit Gathering Formation?" Gu Qingxi almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Just using her spiritual eyes for a moment, she saw that the defense of this formation was impeccable and its attack was as powerful as thunder. Moreover, unlike other formations of the same type, the power and defense were not offset by each other, and even the attack and defense complemented each other to greatly increase the power. Its mysterious features were continuous. She was secretly amazed.
But when it came to gathering spiritual energy, frankly speaking, she didn't see it at all, let alone feel it.
"It's not the spirit gathering formation. I arranged it according to the "Mysterious Formation". Look at these runes, this, and this. Are they exactly the same as those drawn in the book?" Long Zaiye said excitedly, and also He took out the children's popular science book written by Gu Qingxi himself and pointed it out to her bit by bit.
Are you sure you arranged it according to the "Mysterious Formation"? Are you sure these runes are exactly the same as what is written in the book?
Looking at the ghost-painted peach charms on the base of the formation, Gu Qingxi was sweating profusely. She wanted to ask Long Zaiye: When did the old man become blind?
"Remember, don't tell others that your formation technique was taught by me, and this book "Mysterious Formation" has nothing to do with me." Gu Qingxi said to Long Zaiye.
His expression was unprecedentedly solemn, serious, and even a bit threatening.
The simplest small spirit-gathering formation was actually turned into a strange formation that had both offense and defense, but it had no spirit-gathering effect at all.
This time he was lucky. Next time, what kind of spirit gathering formation will he turn into? An absolute formation, a killing formation, or a death formation?
Gu Qingxi used to be worried that this old man's poor academic skills would ruin his reputation for the rest of his life, but now he realized that it was still a good thing that he was not good at his academic skills. If this old man succeeds in learning and helps people arrange formations everywhere, no one knows how many people will die inexplicably at his hands.
Gu Qingxi didn't want to be implicated by him and become a public enemy in the world of cultivation.
All around, people from other demonic cultivator families were still whispering and gloating about the misfortune. Pang Heming's disciples were trembling with fear and fear all over.
It turns out that others were prepared for it, but luckily he didn't take action, otherwise... what else would it be? Otherwise, even the master of Nascent Soul Dzogchen was injured like this by other people's defensive formations. If they dared to take action, the result would still be... Do you need to say more?
By the way, Master! Several people finally came to their senses and remembered that their master was still lying on the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Master..." With a sad cry, Du Chengye led several junior disciples and turned around and rushed towards the Master.
Fortunately, although Long Zaiye's offensive and defensive formation is powerful, in the end it is just a small spirit gathering formation, and no matter how powerful it is, it is limited.
After all, Pang Heming had the level of Nascent Soul Dzogchen. His meridians and internal organs were not seriously injured, and he was not in danger of his life.
It's just that I have been protected by my elder brother since I was a child, and I have basically no experience with others. I don't know how to deal with danger, so it is true that I fell hard when I fell from the sky just now.
Under the emergency treatment of several disciples, Pang Heming quickly woke up.
"Chengye, where is this, why am I here, and who are they?" He looked at a few disciples, then at the shadowy figures around him, and asked blankly.
At this time, Pang Heming's nose was crooked to one side, with two blood stains hanging underneath, and one of his front teeth was missing. He kept leaking when he spoke.
There is also a big green bump on his forehead, which looks like the legendary unicorn beast. Coupled with the confused eyes, it looks really desolate, desolate, miserable and tragic.
"Master, you were fighting with Gu Qingxi just now." Du Chengye said softly.
After hearing his reminder, Pang Heming finally remembered what was going on.
The last time he was in Xiling City, he was plotted by Gu Qingxi, causing him to be embarrassed in front of a group of secular mortals. It was the same today, and he was actually plotted by her in front of all the major demon cultivator families. He was even more embarrassed than last time. .
Who is he? He is the only younger brother of the head of the Pang family. When has he ever suffered such a loss and been humiliated like this in his life, twice once!
New grudges were added to old grudges, and Pang Heming felt a raging anger in his chest, and the nosebleeds that had just been stopped by taking the elixir were rushing out again.
"Gu Qingxi, I didn't expect you to be so despicable and shameless, so daring to plot a sneak attack in front of so many fellow Taoists!" Pang Heming wiped his nose, jumped up, pointed at Gu Qingxi and cursed loudly.
Plotting a sneak attack? The eyes of everyone looking at Pang Heming became even weirder.
Although in their opinion, it was a bit deceptive for Gu Qingxi to set up the formation in advance, but the formation master relied on this to save his life, so it couldn't be considered a secret attack, right?
Could it be that the old man didn't know how he flew out? Fortunately, he still has the cultivation level of Yuan Ying Dzogchen, and he doesn't even have this kind of vision.
Du Chengye and the junior brothers also blushed secretly. The master is not that good, but these apprentices are somewhat qualified, so they can see how the master flew out.
They all felt embarrassed when they heard Pang Heming expose his shortcomings like this.
"Come here, come here. If you can, fight me openly and see if I can beat you to death." Pang Heming became more and more enthusiastic as he scolded. He pointed at Gu Qingxi, disheveled his hair and cursed like a shrew. He yelled the same loudly, and the two lines of nosebleeds also flowed more rapidly.
Seeing this, several disciples were even more ashamed.
"Master, I'm afraid this Gu Qingxi is not weak in strength, and you were seriously injured. Why don't you let her go for now, and deal with her properly when you have the chance in the future." Du Chengye pulled his master and persuaded him in a low voice. He grabbed a piece of silk and passed by.
"Uh..." Pang Heming then discovered that two streams of heat were surging under his nose, blood was surging in his chest, and there was a faint tingling sensation in his meridians, so he immediately stopped.
Although in his opinion, Gu Qingxi was planning a sneak attack, but since the sneak attack was successful, it also showed that she was not weak.
She was already injured, and now she has a new injury. Even if she fights openly, he may not be able to defeat her.
Xiling City has been humiliated once, and today it was humiliated again. Is it going to be humiliated a third time?
But if we just let her go like this, would it be too easy for her?
Besides, he had never suffered such a loss in his whole life. If he let Gu Qingxi go like this, who would take Pang Heming seriously in the future?
Pang Heming looked at Gu Qingxi bitterly, and then at the family members who were watching the excitement around him, with a gloomy expression on his face.
At this time, at the other end of Moyun Ridge, a group of people came over surrounded by a tall old man.
This old man has white beard and hair, and has a rough face. The way he raises his hands and feet has a sense of majesty that he has been in a position of power for a long time. However, his face is gloomy at this time, and there is a hint of worry in his eyes.
Seeing so many people gathered together, the old man frowned slightly and looked even more unhappy.
Just as they were about to ask, a family elder who was responsible for guarding the stall saw them and hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying loudly: "The third elder of the Lu family, Ruyafu, pays homage to the head of the Shen family, the head of the Liang family, the head of the Lei family, the head of the Hong family, and the head of the Gong family. "
Hearing his voice, the others quickly turned around and saluted.
This tall old man is Shen Junqian, the head of the Shen family, one of the four major demon cultivating families. Several other old men are heads of several families attached to the Shen family.
The Demonic Cultivator Trade Fair in Moyunling was jointly organized by these Demonic Cultivator families.
"What happened?" Shen Junqian nodded slightly in return and asked. The voice was low and had a sense of majesty.
"Master Shen, you have to make the decision for me." Before anyone could answer, Pang Heming rushed over with a ghostly howl.
