Some time ago, Taoist Master Chongxu did give instructions, saying that he would be busy for a period of time, and if it was not important, there was no need to disturb him. During this period, many figures from several sects came to visit and were dismissed.
Who is this kid that can make Taoist Master Chongxu take the time to come out to greet him in person?
And not only the real master, but also the seven master uncles were on the list - this scene reminded the gatekeeper Taoist boy of the formation battle that Shaolin Master Fang Zheng came to a few years ago.
But what is the identity of Master Fang Zheng? How old is the boy in front of me? What qualifications do you have to enjoy such courtesy?
Everyone was confused for a moment, and they couldn't think of any young hero from any school or sect in the world who could be worthy of such a scene.
But Tao Tong also knew that this was not something he could ask, so he didn't say anything. He looked a little lucky while looking at each other.
Fortunately, they reported the news in time. This is really an honored guest.
In fact, not to mention them, even Yan Ming himself was a little surprised. Taoist priest Chongxu gave him too much face, and he felt a bit flattered.
"How virtuous and capable the boy is, I'll trouble you to meet the Taoist priest personally." Yan Ming hurriedly took a few steps.
"Hey, little friend Yan, you're welcome. This is not the place to talk. Just follow Pindao."
Taoist priest Chongxu enthusiastically grabbed Yan Ming and led him into the mountain gate.
The welcoming Taoist boys lined up on both sides, casting curious and envious glances from time to time.
Taoist Priest Chongxu and Yan Ming were walking in front, while the seven Wudang disciples behind were looking at Yan Ming carefully.
"Is this Capt. Yan, who has achieved astonishing records one after another?"
Several people had surprise in their eyes.
Although Taoist Priest Chongxu had been full of praise for Yan Ming since he came back last time, they had heard about Yan Ming's name a lot during this time, but when they saw him in person, they found that Yan Ming was even better than they expected. young.
It is difficult to tell the depth of strength in walking and gestures.
Several people exchanged glances, knowing that it was not that Yan Ming was not strong enough, nor that they had poor vision, but rather that the other party's strength was so advanced that he had managed to keep it within himself without revealing it, making it difficult to tell the depth.
As if he had not seen an old friend for many years, Taoist Priest Chongxu took Yan Ming's arm straight to the hall without caring about the age difference between the two.
On the way, Yan Ming also looked around at the internal scenery of the Wudang Sect. It was really quiet and quiet, and from time to time, he could see some pilgrims who were living there and practicing.
Soon, Yan Ming was brought to the living room. After sitting down, he informed him of his purpose.
At first, Taoist Chongxu still had a smile on his face, but after hearing the name Gongsun Wulong and his relationship with the death of Grand Bachelor Qi and Master Zhiqing, Taoist Chongxu gradually became serious.
"Well, if that Gongsun Wulong comes to provoke us, it will be really troublesome."
But his eyes turned and landed on Yan Ming, and Taoist Master Chongxu chuckled again.
"Of course, if little friend Yan is here, then you can rest easy."
Taoist Priest Chongxu’s words were full of trust.
Since the last separation, Taoist Priest Chongxu has heard that Yan Ming has done several great things one after another, and that among the masters he has won, there are many who are not inferior to Gongsun Wulong. This is not a compliment.
It's just that the other Taoist priests of the Wudang Sect are skeptical about this.
After discussing this matter, Taoist Master Chongxu immediately ordered people to prepare a dormitory for Yan Ming.
"The conditions of the inferior sect have always been poor. I hope that little friend Yan will not find it objectionable."
"Don't dare."
"By the way, I shared my experiences with Xiaoyou Yan last time. Pindao thought about it for a long time after he came back. There are still some unclear points in this empty and clear concept..."
Taoist Chongxu was about to start chatting with Yan Ming about martial arts principles.
Someone next to him hurriedly stepped forward and said something in Taoist Priest Chongxu's ear.
Taoist priest Chongxu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his forehead.
"Look at my memory. I was so excited when I saw little friend Yan that I forgot about the thing I was busy with just now."
"Well, little friend Yan is not an outsider, and he has extraordinary eyesight, which may be of great help to our study of the art. Maybe little friend Yan will come with me and have a look at my formation?"
"Um?"
Yan Ming was holding the tea cup, tasting it, and mentally comparing the similarities and differences between the tea from Wudang Mountain and the tea from Huamanlou that costs hundreds of taels of silver per pot.
Hearing what Taoist Master Chongxu said, he suddenly became interested.
To be honest, Yan Ming is quite interested in formations and has always wanted to see them. Moreover, he has experienced many battles, large and small, but he rarely knows about formations.
That is to say, some time ago, those people brought by Qi Yun'ao set up a formation.
Although there is no way to defeat Yan Ming, it is indeed interesting. It can enhance their strength. If they were not facing Yan Ming, but a different opponent, it would be really difficult to defeat them.
Formations are rare in the world, but those that are famous are all excellent and unique.
For example, the Beggar Clan’s Dog Fighting Formation, Shaolin’s Arhat Formation, and the Five Mountains Sword Sect’s Sword Formation…
This Wudang Sect's formation must not be that weak.
"Can I?"
"Of course, we have put a lot of effort into researching this formation, but there are still some shortcomings. I would also like to ask Xiaoyou Yan to help me with my palm eyes and give suggestions."
With that said, Taoist Master Chongxu stood up.
He ordered several Taoist priests within the Wudang Sect to handle the matter, and at the same time pulled Yan Ming and led the seven Wudang disciples towards the back.
Taoist Chongxu didn't seem to shy away from Yan Ming.
After walking a certain distance, they passed through several courtyards and arrived at the internal training ground of the Wudang Sect.
The area around here is getting cleaner and cleaner. Not to mention ordinary pilgrims, even many disciples of the Wudang Sect are not qualified to come here.
In the spacious training ground, there are many Wudang disciples practicing formations with long swords in their fingers.
As soon as Yan Ming arrived nearby, he saw that the formation formed by the disciples was extremely layered. With a command, they could move instantly and change the formation.
Although only the positions of the disciples have moved, at first glance, one can only feel that the swords are dense and dense, rising one after another, and there is a faint killing aura.
"Is this the Wu-Dang Clan's formation? It's really interesting."
Yan Ming looked at it with some admiration in his heart.
If facing an enemy, not to mention other things, but this unpredictable formation can already stun the opponent.
Taoist Priest Chongxu looked at Yan Ming's expression, as if he was deliberately showing off, and nodded to his Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest immediately understood and gave an order. The disciples who formed the formation worked even harder. The formations changed one after another, but no rules could be discerned.
Then a group of disciples not far away joined in with their swords pointed at them. Although there were more people, they were not chaotic. Instead, they merged into a whole very naturally, making the formation larger in scale and more varied.
Yan Ming looked at it for a while and couldn't help but nodded.
"The Wudang Sect really has a profound foundation. This formation is very mysterious, and the people in the formation cooperate with each other, which can amplify the individual's strength a lot."
"Young friend Yan really has a good eye."
"But I don't know what the name of this formation is?"
"I'm ashamed to say that this formation is based on the fragments of the Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation left by our ancestors. After a period of study and understanding, we haven't decided on a name yet. In terms of exquisiteness, it is far less sophisticated. Zhenwu Seven Intercepts Formation."
"oh?"
Yan Ming was slightly surprised.
Is the Zhenwu Seven interception array lost?
But it's normal to think about it. Wudang has been passed down for several generations and has experienced several major chaos. It is normal for some skills and formations to be lost.
No wonder the Taoist boy who guarded the door before said that Taoist Master Chongxu was busy and didn't usually see guests. It turned out that he wasn't lying.
However, looking at the revised Zhenwu Seven Intersection Formation, Yan Ming couldn't help but feel eager to try it.
It seemed that Taoist Master Chongxu also had this intention, so he asked.
"If you don't mind it, little friend Yan, would you like to help us test this formation?"
"The people in our sect have similar martial arts skills, and there is no effect at all. We don't want outsiders to know about this formation at the moment. Xiaoyou Yan is knowledgeable and a good friend of the humble sect, so he is a good candidate to help. "
"OK!"
Faced with Taoist Priest Chongxu's invitation, Yan Ming agreed.
But he looked at the formation and then looked around.
"However, it may not be possible if we rely solely on these disciples."
Yan Ming pointed to several locations in the middle of the formation.
"These key nodes need to be replaced by warriors above the Grandmaster level to show the true power of this formation. Otherwise, the whole formation is not compact enough and can easily be broken by force."
Yan Ming didn't hide it and said it very straightforwardly.
Taoist Priest Chongxu and several other masters and uncles from the Wudang Sect behind him were all surprised when they heard this.
He was surprised that Yan Ming could actually see where the nodes were at just a few glances. The place he just pointed at was the key point of the formation, and indeed as he said, these places needed to be arranged by people with higher cultivation levels. Only in this way can the formation be integrated into one body and the overall strength be increased.
Otherwise, some Qi and Blood Realm warriors alone can easily cause fragmentation in front of extremely powerful enemies.
But Yan Ming suddenly saw this key point, which made them a little frustrated.
After all, it is a formation that has taken a lot of effort from all of you to modify, and it still relies on the foundation of the ancestor Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation. Is it so obvious?
In fact, how did they know that Yan Ming's Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu and Wudang Tai Chi Kung Fu are the most orthodox Wudang inheritance, and have even been lost within the Wudang Sect.
Although there is no clear record of Zhenwu's seven interception formations and other contents, the concepts are the same. Yan Ming's understanding of Wudang martial arts concepts cannot be based on common sense.
"Qingxu, Qingzhi, Qingyin, you three come forward."
Taoist Priest Chongxu pointed at three of the Seven Wudang Sons and ordered.
Of course, this generation of the Seven Wudang Sons is not as good as the generation taught by the founder Zhang Sanfeng. Only four of the seven are at the Grand Master level, but they are all quite powerful and are very powerful in the world.
"I will obey the orders of the master."
The three people immediately stepped forward. At this time, the formation had stopped. A large number of elite Wudang disciples broke away from the formation and stood not far away, breathing slightly.
They also looked at this young man who was being treated with courtesy by the leader, full of curiosity, but they were also full of confidence in the Wudang formations they had practiced for many days.
Similarly, after the three master realms were in place, dissatisfaction flashed through their hearts.
They wanted to see if this famed Guanzhong divine catcher was actually living up to his reputation.
"OK!"
Yan Ming saw that they were all ready, so he did not refuse. He arranged his things and walked slowly into the practice venue.
In fact, this was a sparring match. Yan Ming originally wanted to take off the sword, but considering that all the Wudang disciples were holding swords, it would be a bit disrespectful for him to go into the formation empty-handed without holding a weapon, so he entered with a sword. .
As soon as I took a step inside, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed.
The Wudang disciples who had been standing still just now suddenly started to move, their bodies intertwined like dense butterflies shuttling, accompanied by many sword lights piercing their eyes.
For a moment, the cold sword energy enveloped Yan Ming, and at the same time, the killing intent contained in it made his heart beat slightly.
This feeling of being inside is completely different from what it looks like from the outside. It is more chaotic, more dangerous, and even more clueless.
Although the formation is composed of many individuals, under the blessing of the formation, the energy of all the people is connected and tightly interlocked, as if they have merged into a whole.
This also means that the power they burst out is the effect of superposition and then amplification. There are so many elite Qi and Blood Realm disciples, plus three extremely powerful Grandmaster Realm residents at the node, plus their pure and unified Xuanmen. Zhenggong.
The power that exploded made even Yan Ming feel a lot of pressure.
"Little friend Yan, be careful."
Qingxu reminded him, the formation speed suddenly accelerated, and more than a dozen long swords were thrust at him.
Before the sword even arrived, the momentum had already condensed into a powerful force, and it seemed to have condensed into an extremely sharp giant sword pointing directly at Yan Ming. It seemed slow but was actually fast, and it was in front of him in an instant.
Good guy!
Yan Ming marveled, if this did not count the sword intention, but in terms of power, it was almost as good as the sword strike from Ximen Chuixue that he had seen before.
The pressure was all over him, as if he was trying to force him to surrender.
But Yan Ming only twisted it slightly, and a layer of elastic strength seemed to emerge from his body.
Directly absorb a force of pressure and release the force in layers, dissipating it to all directions of the body.
"Uh-huh!"
The moment the sword touched his body, Yan Ming had disappeared.
It is easy to evade these due to his magical abilities.
But as soon as he took two steps, his figure suddenly slowed down.
He wanted to avoid her, but the formation would not let her go. No matter how many steps she took, the formation would change accordingly, always wrapping him in the center.
A viscous force of energy seemed to envelop him in a strange energy center, causing his body's degree of freedom to drop suddenly, and he was unable to use his movements as he pleased, but was instead pulled to a slower pace.
The long sword that was just imposing turned into three handles and attacked from different directions again, blocking Yan Ming's retreat.
"Well done!"
Yan Ming's whole body swayed, and he had already started the Tai Chi Kung Fu. Tai Chi returned to the origin, and the two rituals closed together. His movements suddenly slowed down, but it was like many threads were involved.
The three menacing waves reached the body, and were pulled by Yan Ming for a moment, changing their direction slightly.
With just a slight miss, the sword tip brushed against Yan Ming and directly collided with another sword force.
Two groups of Wudang sect disciples were staggered by the backlash. Their feet were shaken and they almost lost their balance, making ouch sounds.
Another sword force was drawn in front of Yan Ming in a rapid arc with one hand.
With every inch he moved forward, his strength became weaker and weaker, and he didn't know where it was being discharged.
"Okay, what a good use of virtuality to control reality!" Taoist priest Chongxu couldn't help but cheer.
The three masters of the Qing Dynasty couldn't stand it anymore. In the first two rounds of attacks, they didn't even force the Yanming Sword out of its sheath? When the other party raised his hand, his strength was relieved like spring breeze and rain, which was unbelievable.
"Enter the formation!"
Another group of sword-wielding Wudang disciples broke into the formation.
The number of people in the formation suddenly doubled.
(End of chapter)
