"Hehe, the main reason is that the "Xuan Ji Formation" is so powerful. A small spirit gathering formation has such both offensive and defensive capabilities. I wonder how powerful the defensive formation and offensive formation inside it are." Others don't know his details, but doesn't Gu Qingxi know? Seeing her contemptuous eyes, Long Zai Ye smiled awkwardly and couldn't brag anymore.
"Spirit gathering formation, you said this is a spirit gathering formation?" Gu Qingxi almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Just now, she used her spiritual eyes a little bit, and she saw that the defense of this formation was impeccable, and the attack was like thunder. Moreover, it was not like other similar formations that counteracted each other's power and defense, and even the attack and defense complemented each other to increase the power. Even she was secretly amazed by its mysteriousness.
But when it comes to gathering spiritual energy, to be honest, she didn't see it at all, let alone feel it.
"If it's not a spirit gathering array, what is it? I arranged it according to the "Xuan Ji Array". Look at this rune, this one, and this one. Are they exactly the same as the ones in the book?" Long Zai Ye said excitedly, and took out the children's science book written by Gu Qingxi himself, and pointed them out to her one by one.
Are you sure you arranged it according to the "Xuan Ji Array"? Are you sure these runes are exactly the same as what is written in the book?
Looking at the ghostly peach runes on the array base, Gu Qingxi was sweating profusely, and wanted to ask Long Zai Ye: May I ask when did you go blind?
"Remember, don't tell others that I taught you the art of array, and this "Xuan Ji Array" has nothing to do with me." Gu Qingxi said to Long Zai Ye.
His expression was unprecedentedly solemn and serious, and even had a bit of threatening taste.
A simplest small spirit gathering array was actually arranged by him into a strange array with both offensive and defensive capabilities, but it did not have the effect of gathering spirits at all.
This time he was lucky, but what about next time? What will he do with the spirit gathering array? A deadly array, a killing array, or a death array?
Gu Qingxi used to worry that this old man's poor skills would ruin her reputation, but now she knows that poor skills are good. What if this old man learns well and helps people set up arrays everywhere? Who knows how many people will die inexplicably in his hands.
Gu Qingxi doesn't want to be implicated by him and become the public enemy of the cultivation world.
All around, people from other demon cultivation families are still whispering and talking about their misfortunes. Pang Heming's disciples are trembling with fear and fear.
It turns out that others have been prepared. Fortunately, they didn't do it. Otherwise... what else can they do? Otherwise, even the master who has reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul was injured by others' defensive arrays. If they dare to do it, what is the result?
Oh, Master! The few people finally came to their senses and remembered that Master was still lying on the ground without knowing whether to live or die.
"Master..." Du Chengye led several junior brothers to turn around and rush towards the master with a cry of grief.
Fortunately, although Long Zaiye's offensive and defensive formation is powerful, it is only a small spirit gathering formation after all, and no matter how powerful it is, it has its limits.
Pang Heming has the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, so the injuries to his meridians and internal organs are not serious, and his life is not in danger.
It's just that he has been protected by his elder brother since he was a child, so he has basically no experience in fighting with others, and he doesn't know how to deal with danger. So it's true that he fell from the sky just now.
Under the emergency treatment of several disciples, Pang Heming soon woke up.
"Chengye, where is this, why am I here, and who are they?" He looked at several disciples, then at the shadowy figures around him, and asked blankly.
At this time, Pang Heming's nose was crooked to one side, with two bloodstains hanging below, and one of his front teeth was missing, and he kept leaking air when he spoke.
There was a big bruise on his forehead, like the legendary unicorn, and with that confused look in his eyes, he looked so miserable and miserable.
"Master, you were fighting with Gu Qingxi just now." Du Chengye said in a low voice.
After hearing his reminder, Pang Heming finally remembered what was going on.
Last time in Xiling City, he was plotted against by Gu Qingxi, which made him lose face in front of a group of ordinary mortals. Today, it was the same again. He was plotted against by her in front of the major demon cultivation families, which was even more embarrassing than last time.
Who is he? He is the only younger brother of the head of the Pang family. When has he ever suffered such a loss in his life and lost face like this, and he lost it twice!
New hatred and old hatred, Pang Heming felt a burning anger in his chest, and the nosebleed that had just stopped after taking the elixir rushed out again.
"Gu Qingxi, I didn't expect you to be so despicable and shameless, so bold and presumptuous, and dare to plot a sneak attack in front of so many fellow Taoists!" Pang Heming wiped his nose, jumped up, pointed at Gu Qingxi and cursed.
A sneak attack? Everyone looked at Pang Heming with even weirder eyes.
Although in their opinion, it was a bit deceptive for Gu Qingxi to set up the formation in advance, the formation master relies on this to save his life, so it can't be considered a sneak attack, right?
Could it be that this old man didn't know how he flew out? It's a pity that he was still a Yuanying Great Perfection, but he didn't even have this little eyesight.
Du Chengye and the other junior brothers also blushed secretly. The master is not very good, but they, the disciples, have some qualifications, so they can see how the master flew out.
Hearing Pang Heming expose his shortcomings like this, they all felt ashamed.
"Come here, come here, if you have the guts, fight me with swords and guns, and see if I can beat you to death." Pang Heming cursed more and more excitedly, pointing at Gu Qingxi, with disheveled hair, and yelling loudly like a shrew scolding on the street, and the two lines of nose bleeding flowed more and more quickly.
Seeing this, several disciples were even more ashamed.
"Master, this Gu Qingxi is probably quite strong, and you are seriously injured. Otherwise, let her go today, and deal with her properly when you have the chance in the future." Du Chengye pulled the master and whispered, handing him a piece of silk.
"Uh..." Pang Heming realized that two hot currents were surging under his nose, and the blood in his chest was surging. There was a faint tingling in his meridians, so he stopped immediately.
Although he thought Gu Qingxi was plotting a sneak attack, since she was able to succeed in the sneak attack, it also showed that she was quite strong.
His injuries had not healed yet, and now he had new injuries. Even if he fought openly, he might not be able to defeat her.
Xiling City lost face once, and lost face again today. Is it going to lose face for the third time?
But if he lets her go, isn't it too easy for her?
Besides, he has never suffered such a loss in his life. If he lets Gu Qingxi go, who will take him, Pang Heming, seriously in the future?
Pang Heming looked at Gu Qingxi hatefully, and then looked at the people from the noble families who were watching the excitement around him, his face was uncertain.
At this time, at the other end of Moyun Ridge, a group of people surrounded a tall old man and walked over.
The old man had white hair and beard, and a rough face. He had a sense of majesty as if he had been in a high position for a long time, but his face was gloomy at this time, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
Seeing so many people gathered together, the old man frowned slightly, and his expression was even more unhappy.
Just as he was about to ask, an elder of the family who was in charge of guarding the stall saw them, bowed and saluted, and said loudly: "I am Lu Yafu, the third elder of the Lu family,
and I greet the masters of the Shen family, Liang family, Lei family, Hong family, and Gong family." Hearing his voice, the others also turned around and saluted.
This tall old man was the master of the Shen family, one of the four major magic cultivation families, Shen Junqian. The other old men were the masters of several families attached to the Shen family.
The magic cultivation trade fair in Moyunling was jointly held by these magic cultivation families.
"What happened?" Shen Junqian nodded slightly in return and asked. His voice was low and also had a sense of majesty.
"Master Shen, you have to make the decision for me." Before anyone could answer, Pang Heming rushed over with a ghostly howl.
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