Behind him, the temple priests also woke up as if from a dream. Although they disapproved of Wen Gaoren's behavior of asking for trouble, they still sincerely admired his attainments in formation.
"See, this is the strength of my master." As for Wen Gaoren's following priests, their faces were full of pride and they were so arrogant that they were about to break through the temple and soar into the sky.
Seeing the admiration in everyone's eyes, Wen Gaoren himself was even more proud.
"One green spirit stone, three five-colored crystals, seven sky blue beads, one thunder sound stone..." Wen Gaoren stretched out his hand slightly, and immediately, several accompanying priests stepped forward quickly and placed various types of meteorite gold in front of him.
"I guess you have never seen the real art of formation. Today I will open your eyes." Wen Gaoren said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Gaoren made a hand gesture and hummed softly. As he made the hand gesture, runes flashed and pieces of meteorite stone actually flew up, dazzling the sight. The sacrificial robe also danced without wind, making him look even more mysterious.
One has to admit that although this old man's character is a little poor and he seems to be showing off in Mu Hanyan's opinion, one has to admit that he does have the demeanor of a master of formations.
"Seven stars gather together, divine thunder breaks the law, and the formation is completed!" Amidst the admiration, pride, envy, and curiosity of the crowd, Wen Gaoren made the last hand gesture, and with a clear shout, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, but did not cause any damage to the temple.
An Xiaxin and other temple priests couldn't help but show excitement in their eyes. No matter what, being able to repair the temple's formation barrier has been their long-cherished wish.
"Your Excellency has extraordinary skills and mysterious formations. I admire you... I admire you..." Wen Gaoren's following priests couldn't wait to flatter him, but they couldn't continue speaking and their excited faces became unusually stiff.
Wen Gaoren was standing there like a wooden stake, his hair standing on end, puffs of green smoke coming out of it, and his face was pitch black.
The lightning that just fell from the sky hit him right on the head.
There was silence all around, and everyone looked at Wen Gaoren in shock. He was speaking so clearly just now, so how come he was struck by lightning in the blink of an eye?
"Hahaha, I told you, pretending to be cool gets you struck by lightning, you see." Ling Baobao pointed at Wen Gaoren's waterfall-like white hair and laughed heartily. He said other people's long hair was like a waterfall, that was flowing downwards, but his was flowing upwards.
"Shut up, I just made a mistake for a moment." Wen Gaoren glared at Ling Baobao fiercely, as if he was going to strangle him to death.
"Uh, it was a mistake, it was a mistake, please continue." Ling Baobao said while trying to suppress a smile.
The scene just now was too humiliating, and Wen Gaoren was in no mood to argue with Ling Baobao. He wiped the black ash off his face and started practicing hand seals again. Fortunately, the cultivation level of a ninth-level divine priest was quite good, so although it was embarrassing, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.
"Seven stars gather together, the gods break the law, and the formation is completed!" As he chanted softly, Wen Gaoren quickly made a series of hand gestures.
My eyes suddenly lit up, and another thunder struck.
Compared with the previous one, this lightning was even more dazzling. Even Mu Hanyan and others were blinded for a moment, and their ears were buzzing.
"Bang!" As the muffled groaning sound came from their ears, everyone regained their sight and saw the scene in front of them. Everyone was stunned again.
Wen Gaoren was seen sitting on the ground with his buttocks. His white hair, which was like a waterfall flowing backwards, had turned burnt yellow. Not only his face, but even his exposed arms had turned pitch black.
Struck by lightning, struck by lightning again!
"Hahahaha, he didn't believe me when I told him that he would be struck by lightning for pretending to be cool. Now he knows how powerful I am." Baby Ling couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
Not only him, but the other temple priests couldn't help but smile. If failing once was understandable, failing twice couldn't be called a failure. It turned out that this old man was just sighing a lot, but he didn't really have that much ability.
Ling Baobao was not wrong. He was really being struck by lightning for pretending to be cool.
Wen Gaoren stared blankly at the formation in front of him. This was not the first time he had seen the Star Thunder God Formation, nor was it the first time he had repaired it. It had always been successful in the past, so why was it like this this time?
In his ears, he heard Ling Baobao's unbridled laughter. Although he did not turn his head, he could see the sneers on the faces of the priests of the Flower Rain Temple from the corner of his eye. Wen Gaoren could not calm down and think carefully. He only felt a burning sensation on his face, half of which was caused by being struck by lightning and half by shame.
The arrogant attendant priest was no longer arrogant, and his other companions were also ashamed. They were about to praise their master to the sky just now, but they didn't expect that they would fail repeatedly. This was really embarrassing.
"Sir, are you okay?" Several people stepped forward quickly, trying to help Wen Gaoren up.
"Get out of here! As the number one formation master in Lingyu Temple, do you think the thunder of this formation can hurt me?" Wen Gaoren was so angry that he had no place to vent it, and he cursed when he saw this.
As a master of formations, being injured by a thunderbolt would be an unwashable disgrace. If word got out, he would be laughed at. The seemingly caring actions of these followers were actually tantamount to smearing him.
After cursing a few times, Wen Gaoren calmed down a bit. He wiped the black dust off his face and hands and stood up again. Fortunately, his sacrificial robe was of good quality and was not damaged or exposed.
"The Flower Rain Temple is truly one of the oldest temples on our Divine Continent. Even its Star Thunder God Formation is unique and contains hidden mysteries. I'm sorry for making you laugh just now. Let me ponder this for a while." Wen Gaoren took a deep breath and said. While praising the Flower Rain Temple, he also found an excuse for himself.
I have to say that this old man is quite patient. If someone else encountered this situation, he would have been furious.
"What are you still trying to comprehend? Haven't you comprehended enough? Don't take on a job if you don't have the skills. You've boasted enough, go back to where you should be. Also, the simple meals in our Huayu Temple may not suit the master's taste, so don't stay for dinner, so as not to waste our food." Ling Baobao said bluntly.
"You..." Wen Gaoren's anger, which he had suppressed with great difficulty, suddenly burst out, and he was so angry at Ling Baobao that his whole body was shaking.
"Master Wen, calm down, calm down. This kid is just a fool. Don't bother with him. I'll teach him a lesson later. Ling Baobao, why don't you apologize to Master Wen?" An Xiaxin quickly stood up to comfort him, secretly winking at Ling Baobao. After all, he was her guest, and she didn't want to offend Wen Gaoren too much.
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