Duan Cheng'an pondered for a moment, carefully placing the meteorite gold. Ou Mingzhi followed behind him, occasionally stepping forward to help. This was also Ou Dechuan's previous instructions to him. After all, formations were the foundation of the Lingyu Temple. Ou Dechuan was obsessed with priestly magic, and his formation skills were already somewhat weak. If Ou Mingzhi continued to be like him, the position of chief priest might fall to someone else. Letting him learn more about formations from Duan Cheng'an was also for his future.
Knowing the importance of this bet to the Lingyu Temple, both of them were extremely nervous. Even their hands that put down the meteorite gold were shaking slightly. Soon, beads of sweat oozed out of their foreheads.
Infected by them, even the onlookers became a little nervous.
One has to admit that Duan Cheng'an's talent is indeed amazing and his foundation is also very good. After only watching it twice, he remembered clearly the tiny changes that Mu Hanyan made to the formation, and he also made some subtle adjustments according to the different formations, without any mistakes.
However, a hint of sarcasm played on Mu Hanyan's lips. The key to repairing the formation was the Primal Chaos Heavenly Fire. Even if Duan Chengan had mastered the principles of formations, what good would it do?
If it were someone else, seeing Duan Chengan's talent, they might have some admiration for him, but unfortunately, Miss Mu had seen so many geniuses, and she hated ungrateful people the most in her life, so how could she have the slightest admiration for him?
Time passed slowly, and fantastic scenes gradually emerged, accompanied by exclamations from all around.
"It turns out that Duan Cheng'an also knows the art of formation. Could it be that what Chief Priest Ou said before was true? Is this indeed the secret of Lingyu Temple?" someone speculated.
"Maybe he learned it secretly from Master Wen. Master Wen has demonstrated it twice just now, so maybe he learned it. After all, he is Master Wen's disciple, so it might be easy for him to learn." Some people were smart and guessed the truth.
"Even so, Duan Chengan's talent is truly terrifying. He learned it after just watching it twice."
"With such talent, his future achievements will probably be even greater than Master Wen." Someone else sighed.
Beside him, Ou Dechuan's face showed a smug look. In his eyes, betraying one's teacher and ancestors, repaying kindness with enmity, were all secondary; strength was the most important thing.
As the chief priest of each hall, the interests of the temple are the most important. As long as Duan Cheng'an shows a formation strength that is not inferior to Wen Gaoren, he doesn't believe that those chief priests will not bow to his Lingyu Temple. What's more, Wen Gaoren is old, and God knows how long he can live, while Duan Cheng'an is still young. With his talent, it is only a matter of time before he surpasses him. Presumably, the chief priests are short-sighted people. As long as they have a little long-term vision, they will know how to make the decision.
Hearing the discussions around him, Duan Cheng'an's originally nervous expression relaxed a lot, revealing a bit of pride. Ou Mingzhi behind him looked even more relieved.
"How could this happen?" Wen Gaoren was also a little surprised. Could it be that Duan Cheng'an had discovered the secret that he himself hadn't discovered? Could it be that his actions today had finally made things easier for Duan Cheng'an? Thinking of this, he was worried and a little depressed.
"Don't worry, they won't be proud for long. Haven't you heard the saying, a rabbit's tail can't be long." Mu Hanyan said with a sneer.
"Boom!" As soon as the words fell, a loud bang was heard.
The hall was shaking violently. With the formation as the center, pieces of rubble flew out in all directions as if thrown by a catapult. The entire hall was also filled with dust.
The priests' discussions stopped abruptly, Ou Dechuan's sneer froze on his face, Wen Gaoren's eyes widened, and everyone was stunned by this scene. Only Mu Hanyan had a smile on her face as if she had known this would happen.
Although Duan Chengan's eyesight was indeed good and he learned the secrets of the formation that she deliberately exposed without any mistakes, but without the assistance of the Chaos Sky Fire, how could he stimulate the energy contained in the meteorite gold to the extreme?
You must know that the art of formation is exquisite and mysterious, and it does not allow any mistakes. Without sufficient meteorite gold support, how can the repaired formation maintain the required stability?
The longer the formation is repaired, the greater the accumulated energy becomes. Once it loses stability, the more terrifying the power it unleashes becomes.
To be honest, this is also because Duan Cheng'an is too talented. If he couldn't learn Mu Hanyan's formation technique at all, although he couldn't succeed, there would be no risk. But who made him so talented?
"Ah..." Duan Cheng'an and Ou Mingzhi flew out from the dust and smoke with screams, hit the wall heavily, and slid down like two puddles of mud.
Both of them were covered in blood, their hands and feet were twisted, and no one knew how many bones they had broken.
Ou Mingzhi was better off, after all, his strength was much higher than Duan Chengan, and the sacrificial robe on his body was also a magical weapon with good defensive power, so at least his true appearance could be seen. Duan Chengan's face was covered in blood and flesh, and even a bloody hole was exposed in the vital point of his qi sea, and blood was gushing out.
It’s over, Duan Chengan is over!
Although everyone despised Duan Cheng'an's character, they still felt a trace of pity when they saw his injuries. Obviously, Duan Cheng'an was not only disfigured, but his cultivation was also definitely ruined. Even if he was lucky enough to save his life, he would still be a cripple.
Although a master of formations didn't require a high level of cultivation, it didn't mean he didn't need it at all. Duan Cheng'an's life was completely ruined. But who could he blame? If he hadn't betrayed his master, if he hadn't insisted on competing with Wen Gaoren, how could he have ended up like this?
"Akechi!" Ou Dechuan had been stunned for a long time, and only came to his senses at this moment. He flew over and picked up Ou Mingzhi.
"Dad..." Ou Mingzhi spat out blood foam and looked at Ou Dechuan with blank eyes.
"Don't talk." Ou Dechuan took out the pill and stuffed it into his son's mouth, then circulated his spiritual power to refine the pill power for him.
Although Ou Mingzhi's injuries were much lighter than Duan Chengan's, that was only relative. If he was not treated in time, it would still affect his future training.
Ou Dechuan only had this one son, and all his life's hopes were pinned on him. Of course, he didn't want this kind of thing to happen. At this moment, all his attention was on his son, and of course he couldn't care about anyone else. Duan Cheng'an was spitting out mouthfuls of blood, but he didn't even look at him.
Nearby, Long Aoli's expression was equally grim. He hadn't cared less about Mu Hanyan and Ou Dechuan's previous arguments and bets, even if they risked their lives, as long as the Tianyang Temple's formation could be repaired. However, Duan Cheng'an's misstep not only completely destroyed the formation he was repairing, but also severely damaged several other formations nearby, including the two that had already been repaired.
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