The only way

Chapter 212 Four Spirits Flying Profound Formation

Above the clouds, the handsome scholar in Confucian clothes smiled heartily, his eyes and brows filled with smiles, and he looked more complacently at the sad faces of the disciples below him, "How is it? I think this method is a good one, is it a good one?"

Zhenjun Jingxi of Feihua Peak had a hint of helplessness in her brows and eyes, "Senior brother Yunlan, you have always been so nonsense."

Zhenjun Qingmu of Yimu Peak tapped the cloud under his feet lightly with the stick in his hand, snorted lightly, and ignored Zhenjun Yunlan at all.

Zhenjun Yunlan shook his head, looked at the two of them boredly, and said meaningfully, "This gentleman has a deep meaning. In the ancient battlefield, sects, aristocratic families, and casual cultivators are deeply intertwined. It's the first round of melee!"

"And as disciples of the same sect, in the ancient battlefield, they should watch over and help each other, and they can rely on their backs to advance and retreat together. Isn't that the second round of the arena battle!" Master Yunlan looked at Seeing that Jingxi Zhenjun and Qingmu Zhenjun showed solemn expressions on their faces, they spoke more vigorously.

"As for the third round. Hehe, the third round won't be too outrageous, don't worry, you two, don't worry, I'm definitely thinking of my disciples, not for a good show!"

Jingxi Zhenjun and Qingmu Zhenjun looked at each other, seeing the smile on Yunlan Zhenjun's face, they couldn't believe what this senior brother (junior brother) said.

However, these reasons given by Master Yunlan are very sufficient and reasonable.

Let the two feel that such a rule is actually very suitable.

Forget it, as long as nothing happens and fifty disciples are selected smoothly, the task assigned by the head is considered to be completed.

After such tossing, the fifty disciples selected will not be too weak.

True Lord Qingmu closed his eyes slightly, he really didn't like such insidious and cunning methods, but he had to admit that the benefits that such a disciple could get from going to the ancient battlefield were the greatest.

Zhenjun Jingxi is not stubborn or rigid, and she still trusts what Zhenjun Yunlan said. However, this is the first time she has seen such rules, and she is very curious.

The three Nascent Soul True Monarchs above the clouds looked like they didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

The seven ring disciples under the clouds all looked extremely anxious.

According to the Jindan real person who presided over the competition, among the seven arenas, there will be three arenas, and one needs to fight against two to enter the third round. Three arenas, that is almost half of the seven arenas.

All the disciples looked unhappy, and no one knew which ring their opponent would be.

At this time, the arena with a small number of people is at a disadvantage.

Some disciples in the arena were even thinking about it. If they had known in the first round, they would not have taken the opportunity to fight a few more disciples. The rules of the second round seem to be more advantageous with more people.

Thinking of this, almost all the disciples in the arena couldn't help but look towards the arena with the fewest number of people. If they faced the arena with the fewest number of people, wouldn't they have a big advantage.

The second round of competition didn't start right away, and the Nascent Soul True Monarchs above the clouds didn't draw lots immediately, but first gave all the disciples an incense stick of time to get acquainted with the people in their arena.

After all, from now on, everyone will be partners and comrades-in-arms with each other.

The arena where Lingchu was located was neither too large nor too small, but it was the one with the most disciples in the early stage of foundation establishment among all the arenas.

Because on the stage, there is only one senior brother who has established the foundation of Dzogchen, and it is logical that this senior brother who has established the foundation will preside over it.

"Brothers and sisters, I am good at fire, and the spells are not bad. Since everyone is destined to be in the same ring, why not tell each other your name, the spells you are good at, and which other areas you are good at. For example, Attack, defense, speed, divine sense, etc., should also be arranged in the right positions during the fight, and we will have a good fight, and then we will enter the third round together."

The one who spoke was naturally the only disciple of the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen on the stage here. He had fair skin, eyebrows like black feathers, and bright eyes. It seemed that it was not simple.

Once you open your mouth, it is not only difficult to look, but also difficult to think.

In just a few words, it can be seen that this senior brother Bai Zhu understands, and he is a man with calculations in mind.

This calculation is not meant to be mean, but a different way to praise this Senior Brother Bai for being smart.

Lingchu mixed in with the disciples, glanced at the only Foundation Establishment Dzogchen in the arena, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of stability in his heart. With Senior Brother Bai like this leading him, it seemed that the battle in the arena was not too difficult. difficult things.

Bai Zhuming's words are very straightforward, but they are also very useful.

All the disciples cooperated very well, and soon they asked about Lingchu.

Lingchu had already prepared the belly draft in his heart, his clear eyes were shining, and he said without blinking, "My surname is Yu, and I am good at formations."

As soon as this remark came out, some disciples frowned. What's the use of this formation method here? A formation called battle formation?"

Hearing this, Lingchu's eyes lit up, and he looked at Senior Brother Bai, who was really smart.

Lingchu chooses to say that he is good at formations. Of course, he doesn't want to expose his consciousness, lightning techniques, and spiritual powers, so as not to attract attention, or let his fellow sects who have been blackhanded by him discover them in the first round.

The more important reason is to draw out the battle formations by virtue of his proficiency in formations.

In fact, battle formations appeared as early as in ancient times, but they are regarded as a side branch of formations, which are rarely revealed in the cultivation world, and more battle formations are used by secular armies.

When the two armies are at war, they often use battle formation changes.

Different battle formations have different powers, some are flexible, some have great lethality, and some have strong defensive power, and these battle formations, without exception, cannot be achieved by a single person.

To form a battle formation, there must be at least two people.

Most of the actions of monks are lone rangers.

The battle formation is actually a formation of monks, according to a certain order, orientation, and standing, with people as the formation, gathering the strength of everyone.

Just like a chopstick and a chopstick, the force they can withstand is different, and the lethality of a needle and a knife is also different.

"We have forty disciples in this arena, so they can be divided into four small teams to form a four-spirit flying profound formation. This formation is derived from the four-dimensional beasts, the eastern blue dragon, the main student, the western white tiger, the main killer, and the southern red bird. , take the initiative, the northern Xuanwu, the master is quiet. One movement and one silence, one kill, one life, this formation is formed, the people in the formation change according to the formation method, and they move in circles, one advances and the other retreats.

Lingchu's clear eyes were bright, and his words were clear.

Hearing this, Bai Zhuming's eyes lit up, and the disciples around him who knew a little bit of formation all looked happy.

It's better to form a battle formation, not to mention the difference in power, than to fight on your own, like a mess of scattered sand.

(End of this chapter)