After entering...
It was completely different from what I imagined. It was like a group of demons dancing wildly and flying fists in the air.
Hmm... Maybe you don't understand it this way. But if you put it another way, "You knock me on the head and I'll kick you," maybe everyone can understand it.
Ningxia originally thought that after entering, it would be an interesting and suspenseful journey to the rescue. Unexpectedly, when a group of people entered, they fell into a melee.
As soon as she came in, she was hit by a claw that flew from nowhere. If she hadn't reacted quickly, it might have hit her in the nose. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, and the blow only barely hit her shoulder.
Hiss...it still hurts.
what 's wrong? ! Ningxia was stunned to avoid it, but she couldn't relax at the moment. She tensed her nerves and paid attention to the attacks coming from all directions.
But the attack was too intensive, and she felt that in addition to human-to-human combat, there was also an unknown pressure surging from all directions. As long as you encounter it, it seems that your trajectory will be forcibly changed.
Ningxia was confused for a while, feeling like she was just a piece of meat pie, being pushed around and being pushed around, surrounded by varying degrees of pressure.
What kind of place did she come to? Ningxia screamed silently deep in her heart, but soon this powerlessness was completely lost in the high-intensity movements.
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venue
The atmosphere in the venue was still solemn and tense. Everyone was staring closely at the movement in the center of the venue, for fear of missing any trace.
The people sitting in the venue now are either industry darlings or well-known Yuanying Zhenjun, and all of them have a place in their own fields. We are all gathered here today to check the backs of our relatives or those we are optimistic about. They are also looking forward to the moment when they see their children reach the starting point.
Yes, this is just the starting point, there will be a slower, longer and more arduous journey waiting for them to complete. They naturally believe that their children can reach the top step by step from such a high starting point.
Of course, only time will tell who will win this honor in the end.
"What a big melee..." A kind-hearted monk on guard twirled his long beard, sighed deeply, and said to himself. It can be seen that he is already a certain age, and the traces of time can be clearly seen in his appearance and body. From this point of view, this monk is probably very old.
After all, the world of cultivation has always been a place where you can't see much clearly, and aging happens very slowly. Everyone's years seem to be frozen there. If a person's outward appearance can reveal his age, unless that person is willing, that person is probably really old, so old that he is considered old in the world of cultivation.
However, although this man looks old, he has a good mentality. He has a kind of stability accumulated over time, and there is peace and transparency between his brows. He looks quite like the old immortal king in fairy tales.
"Wan Lao, you have been out less in the past few years, and you don't know the ways of young people like them. They are much better now, and the exams are not as difficult as before." The middle-aged monk next to him should be talking to this " Wan Lao" knew each other, so he couldn't help but interjected. It's just that the expression on his face is a bit gloomy, and he doesn't seem to be happy.
Of course it's not pleasant. This is actually the third time this person has brought his grandchildren here. He failed the first two times and got stuck at the first level each time. It would be really embarrassing if the third grandson hadn't passed away yet.
The guild has been reforming and advocating innovation for nearly a thousand years. Although there have been no outstanding results, the spirit of innovation has become stronger and stronger, as if it will not give up until it achieves some results.
Innovation means instability, and it also means not following the usual path, which is really unfriendly to some groups of array masters. Just like the middle-aged monk Xu Tu who was talking.
The Xu family can be considered a family of formation masters, it has been around for some years, and it has been passed down for a long time. However, their family's talents are average and they don't have any extraordinary talents. They only learn traditional and fixed formations.
Some people may ask, what is the difference between this and other contemporary array masters? Aren’t others also learning traditional formations?
To be honest, there really is. There is a difference. The difference is that they really stick to the dozens of formations passed down from their own families and don't learn as much as necessary. There is really nothing wrong with this in the southeastern border where inheritance is lacking. After all, mastering the commonly used formations is much better than many casual formation masters, and can cope with most situations.
But this is really a very deformed idea for the real formation circle. After all, who among the formation masters doesn’t want to learn more formations? It’s best to come up with some innovations, simplify the formations, and prohibit new uses. It’s common for formation masters to have an inventor’s heart.
Well, not the Xu family. The formation that their family inherited was really terrifying and rigid, to the point of being self-contained.
For this reason, they can be said to be the group of people who are least able to withstand the wind of innovation.
In the past, they were able to occupy a place in the formation circle with their relatively rich formation inheritance, but now they are really in danger.
Especially the appraisal and evaluation process, which is also an important part of the "coronation" of the new formation masters, they failed twice, and the ones who came were the most promising disciples of the year. This made Xu Tu unable to hold his head high in the formation circle for a while, and Ye Rang couldn't help but have some grudges against the guild.
There are too few people who seriously study real formations now... How can we do these things that are not there but don't know what they are called? He stared at his grandson in the middle who was hit by the airflow again and was photographed in the corner, and thought angrily.
Many people in the field were as anxious as him as they stared at their children struggling to move in the formation.
Of course, there are exceptions. Just like Zhenjun Yuanheng... He was watching with interest as Ningxia overturned again in the formation, was blown away by a stream of air, and fell into someone else's body in confusion.
That stunned expression, the confused eyes that couldn't figure out the direction at all, and the very rare look of embarrassment... Zhenjun Yuanheng felt that he could have a good day.
Although this is a bit unkind, this is the joy of raising children. After coming out of the long retreat, True Lord Yuanheng returned to the world. The first thing he discovered was that raising children was quite interesting.
At that time, there was no difference between the juniors he took care of, they were all young. Later, he got to know a few of them and realized the joy of "education". He didn't even want to go back to retreat.
Okay, just kidding... In fact, he just felt that he was almost old and had met the right person, so he felt that he should preach and teach.
But to be honest, the several disciples he led were really "indescribable", each had their own "characteristics", and each of them made him experience the joy of raising children. This was one of the things he had always regretted.
