Unlimited Adventures

"Tsk tusk tusk, this net worth... really deserves to be the chief true biography of the Supreme Sect..."

Xiang Yang took a look at the battle, shook his head and gave a few praises, and put the tungsten gold plate in front of him calmly. He didn't even bother to use the newly installed tactile pen and took out one directly. The soft beard on his head was broken with a few ordinary rune pens, and then he looked around and waved at Shen Yan: "Big brother, can you borrow some runes for me? I don’t have ordinary goods.. ."

"Don't even have Fushui? Dare to propose to compare the formation? Isn't this kid mad?"

The elders watching the battle next to him suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the words of ordinary goods were automatically filtered by them.

Shen Yan smiled bitterly, and took out a box of ink gold water from his Xumijie. Although it was not as expensive as agarwood soft silver water, it was considered to be a good thing.

When it was delivered to Xiang Yang, he couldn't help but exhorted: "Junior Brother Yang, don't try to be strong. This Bafang Huiyuan Formation is too difficult. If it's a big deal, give up..."

Array mage drawing a formation is actually a very risky thing. Under the infusion of full power, the mind will often be damaged due to the consumption of the spiritual sense. A few days of trance is not bad. If it is serious, it may suffer from the knowledge of the sea. Create.

When he thought about it, the ordinary Nine Tribulations masters of the eight directions Huiyuan Formation were a bit difficult to draw, let alone Xiang Yang, a small pill-forming monk, and it was enough to lose at that time. The damage to the sea of ​​knowledge might affect it. Xianmiao, that's a lifetime thing.

Xiang Yang took Mo Jinshui and couldn't help but warm up when he heard his caring words.

Along the way, although the senior brother had always admired Lu Yaer in his words, he did not show any admiration. Xiang Yang's inexplicable jealousy also disappeared a lot. After hearing the words, he couldn't help but smile and directly passed on. The sound passed.

"Big brother, it's harder to say than anything else, it's better than drawing a formation...hehe, just take a good look..."

Shen Yan's palms, which were softer and smoother than a woman's, trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of horror.

Forced voice transmission? I am an eighth-rank cultivation base...

Xiang Yang had already returned to his futon with Mo Jin Shui, and he was not in a hurry, first he tilted his head and looked in the direction of participating in the fight, still muttering plausibly.

"This one is not bad... This ginseng yuan pattern seems to be finished..."

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a bit too small... the next few lines have to be corrected for this, otherwise the continuity will not be enough!"

"Hey, this won't work... Agarwood Soft Silver Water is indeed good, with little volatility, but the speed of this one is too slow, it has exceeded the limit..."

"..."

He was nagging. Fortunately, he was completely immersed in the drawing of the formation and turned a deaf ear. As a referee, Wu Meng could not bear it. He coughed and reminded: "This player, Please don't interfere with your opponent... Let's get started!"

He didn't pay attention. On the side, the old Zhu's eyes were getting brighter and brighter. Later, they were almost all rounded, looking straight at Xiang Yang as if he had seen a ghost.

Xiang Yang smiled and nodded towards Wu Meng: "Okay, this will begin... By the way, Elder Wu, do you want to take part? I have a piece of soul-casting jade, you see... just... Bet on whether I can complete this Bafang Huiyuan Formation...If you can't complete it, it's yours...If it's done, you can just take out the equivalent stuff. Well, it's almost okay..."

He is so cheap...

"Soul casting **** jade? How does this kid know that my natal treasure needs this material?"

Wumeng held the flying sword behind him with his backhand, his face turned red and white. After struggling for a long time, he was still not ashamed to take advantage of the juniors. He abruptly moved his gaze away from the soul-casting **** jade. Can't help but agree.

Xiang Yang sighed with regret, put away the faintly glowing black jade in his hand, and then put the tungsten gold plate upright in front of him, opened the box of black ink, and held it up. I took that tattered-looking rune pen...

......

An hour later, Shen Dou made the final stroke. Looking at the tungsten gold plates that are now densely lined with patterns, he took a deep breath and looked at it triumphantly for a long time.

Extraordinary performance! Absolutely extraordinary performance!

There were actually two hundred and seventy-three runes drawn within this half a square circle, and there was almost nothing wrong with it. Although it was still far from the finished Bafang Huiyuan Formation, it was enough to be proud of it.

After all, I am not a professional array mage...

Besides, even Elder Zhu said, even he may not be able to draw successfully!

"Well, why is it so quiet?"

He looked up a little blankly, but found that everyone was staring in one direction.

"That's...how could it be..."

Not far from him, the little monk of the Ten Thousand Magical Immortal Sect was busy there, his arms were almost still, and only relying on the movements of his wrists and fingers, the runes had fallen.

Every time he draws his pen, he looks chic, and he doesn’t even need to think about it. Just one after the other, when he looks at it, the center of the tungsten-gold plate is full. At first glance, it looks like a puddle of ink is dripping on it.

"Okay... time is in a hurry, so it's going to be... Hey, this elder, what are you?"

After making the last stroke, Xiang Yang put the talisman away with some meaning, and raised his head to meet the gaze of the elder Zhu. I don’t know when, the first formation master of Liuhe Xianzong has already got close to him not far. , Looked at him uprightly.

"This...this is the Bafang Huiyuan Formation...can I try it?"

At this time ~www.readwn.com~Chen Dou had scanned all the tungsten gold plates in front of Xiang Yang with his spiritual sense, and he had just breathed a sigh of relief.

The two hundred and forty-eight lines are much less than the one drawn by himself, but as a young monk in the pill formation stage, he is already very impressive. No wonder he dared to have such confidence. It may not be up to date.

But when he heard what Elder Zhu said, he was stunned again: "With more than a hundred formation patterns missing, what else should I try? Although the formation methods are ever-changing, these formations have been tempered thousands of times, let alone missing one. There are more than a hundred ways, even if one less, or even one less, it won’t be possible..."

While hesitating, he saw the little cultivator wave his hand generously and handed the tungsten gold plate to Elder Zhu: "Of course... But the time is shorter, and the pen is too fast. It is inevitable that there are some unsatisfactory things. , And there are so many impurities in this tungsten-gold plate, the effect is just right..."

The elder Zhu anxiously took the tungsten gold plate, but became cautious after he started it. Even his breathing was much lighter. It seemed that he was afraid that the panting would be larger, and the formation patterns on it would be blown away. Be careful. After looking at it carefully, there was a blush on his pale face, and his hands shook.

"It's amazing! This is just a miracle!"