"Wow! Look, what's going on? Why is there black energy?" Someone was screaming, taking a few steps back while screaming, and subconsciously moved back to where he was.
"Isn't it true that he is possessed by a demon? This is no joke..." The man immediately retracted the gloating on his face, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, and his brows were furrowed tightly.
"Is this out of control? Oh, now they are regretting that a good person was ruined like this. If they still have life and wake up, I don't know how much they will hate it..." A Jin Dan who looks relatively older The monk shook his head, as if he had a lot of understanding. Someone next to him immediately pricked up his ears and wanted to inquire in detail.
Someone on the other side was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh: "No, how can these idiots in the Formation Hall be so tormented? Don't think they've killed themselves before we even took action. Laughing, you Yuan So what about Ying Zhenjun? No matter how hard it is, I..."
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This time, before Ningxia could react, Zhenjun Yuanheng reacted first.
His brows were raised high, his expression became tense instantly, and he immediately shouted in a low voice: "Take out your three-bead bell, quickly!"
Ningxia's hands started to move first, and she took out a small object that looked like a triangle bell from the storage bag on her waist. The outer wall showed a silver-gray metal texture, which was particularly textured. It's just that there are several jade beads connected in the middle of the three sides, each one is full, and there is an obvious crack in the middle of each bead that separates the two halves of the bead, but it does not fall apart.
This thing is their most commonly used auxiliary spiritual tool to calibrate the position of the array points. Because the arrangement of formation points sometimes greatly affects the power of the entire formation, only a slight deviation will affect the power of the entire formation.
But sometimes changes or deviations in this power are difficult to detect by individuals alone. Unexpected effects can also be achieved with the help of this small device that can turn sounds into shapes.
This kind of three-bead bell does not have many complicated attributes, it is simple and practical. Under the research of Zhenjun Yuanheng, it has derived a variety of uses.
Under the influence of Zhenjun Yuanheng, Ningxia became very accustomed to this gadget and used it often. When the other party told her, she immediately took it out of the commonly used tool box.
She didn't know what the other party was doing with this...but the next moment the other party told her the answer with actual actions.
"Ding ding ding ding ding ding..."
The sound of the three-bead bell is very nice, a bit like the tone of a piano. When struck slowly, there is a special rhythm. Of course she was not talking about this rough knocking method, which can only give people a mental attack.
True Lord Yuanheng held the Sanzhu Ling and beat it with all his strength. He knocked out the small magic tool with the aura of beating a drum to cry out for injustice.
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"The big shots must have different ideas from us. What's the use of little guys like us, who are practicing qi and building foundations, thinking too much? Maybe we are thinking wrong. Let's just watch the battle quietly and wait and see." One of them looked a little a little bit. The aged foundation-building monk sighed.
"Hey, tell me, could it be..." The other person rolled his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture of wiping his neck, looking a bit speculative. He didn't say it clearly, but everyone present understood what the other party wanted to express.
"After all, we don't know the actual relationship between them. There are many good brothers in the sect, but there are many fellow sects who have been stabbed... This is not impossible."
"How is that possible? You don't know the real Ming Jing on the stage, right? If you were a little-known person, I might still believe that this man was a famous figure back then. Although he has become much weaker in recent years, there are still many people who remember him. Young master, many great masters in the Formation Hall favor him. Especially the person here today, True Lord Yuan Heng. It is said that the two of them almost became masters and disciples when they came here..."
These people had some sources of information, and they reached a certain point in no time.
The relationship between True Lord Yuanheng and Master Mingjing is indeed like this, and the latter did almost become True Lord Yuanheng's disciple, but that was all a long time ago. The reason why it didn't work out was due to a combination of circumstances and fate.
In fact, there is no bloody plot, it is simply because Ming Jingzhen grew up too fast, and then left the sect at the wrong time, one after another, and retreated in front and back. The paths of the two always diverged in this way, so they missed each other. The best opportunity.
Nowadays, Master Ming Jing no longer needs a master to guide him. True Lord Yuanheng is no longer suitable to be the other party's master. Both parties agreed to leave these reasons and stories in the past. The relationship between the two of them was the same as before, except for the lack of a master-student status.
Everyone could see how kind this Master Yuan Heng was to Master Ming Jing, but no one who witnessed those years would agree with this statement. Even if he couldn't become a master and disciple, it would never be possible for True Lord Yuan Heng to watch the other party's future be ruined like this.
Therefore, Zhenjun Yuanheng's pause is indeed quite intriguing. Many people are speculating on what the other party has in mind...
Even Ning Xia and Jin Lin, who were familiar with True Lord Yuan Heng, were somewhat confused about his real thoughts.
For a time, there was a lot of discussion in the venue, including worry, ridicule, conspiracy theories... everything was said.
"What do you think the person next door is thinking about? The person above is going crazy and can't even move. Could it be..." A person who was usually restless and irritable was curious for a while and raised his eyebrows to ask the person next to him. .
"Shh, can you please keep your voice down? If you hear me, you will be caught again. Master's temper has been bad recently." Ning Ru frowned. Although she inevitably had such thoughts in her heart, she was not so big-hearted. . The person involved is lying next door. He is not dead. It will not be a trivial matter if he is overheard.
"Hey, you are no braver than the eye of a needle. I don't want to talk to you anymore." Xiao Minghua really leaned over to talk to the people behind him, and then came those unbridled and explicit ridicules that made people frown.
Yuan Yuhua, who was at the front, stared intently at Lin Pingzhen, who was wearing a flowing top on the stage, with her beautiful eyes. She was extremely focused and became the most attentive one.
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"Brother Rong, what kind of person have you ever thought about becoming?"
"What kind of person? Why are you asking about this all of a sudden? You must have heard something strange outside today." Hearing this, the other party flicked his sword and drew it back from its sheath.
He raised his head and saw a pair of high-spirited eyes.
Lin Rong had a pair of beautiful eyes.
Of course, this beauty is not beautiful in the ordinary sense. It is as clear as water, as bright as stars, full of flying spirit and boundless hope.
He has a very handsome appearance, but the first reaction when people see him is his pair of starry eyes that attract their attention. Master Ming Jing was once such a young monk.
It’s just that nothing can truly leave a permanent mark.
