Not long after the second match began, Luo Qianao unexpectedly emerged as the clear winner. He had always been very confident in his formations, but until now, he had never even entered Lingquan Valley. Every time he tried to enter Lingquan Valley, he was defeated in the final battle of strength. As a disciple of the Formation Peak, he naturally focused on studying formations, and his martial arts skills were undoubtedly far inferior to those of the Formation Peak disciples who focused on physical training.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Luo!" Seeing Luo Qianao coming back, Su Jinyue and the other two congratulated him.
Luo Qianao raised his lips and smiled, "This is just the beginning, Junior Brother Zhan, it's your turn." He has just won from the Formation Peak and still has to face many duels in the future. He doesn't have much confidence that he can make it to the end.
"Yeah." Zhan Yihan nodded, smiled at Su Jinyue, and walked towards the competition field.
Zhan Yihan walked to the center of the arena and stood with the other ninety-nine disciples, waiting for the elders to set up the formation.
The elder glanced at everyone, raised his hand and waved it, and as the flags fell one after another, the formation was completed at the same time.
Seeing this, the disciples in the formation rushed to break the formation.
Zhan Yihan was just about to walk out of the formation, which was not difficult for him at all, when he saw several disciples surrounding him. It was obvious that they wanted to stop him from leaving the formation.
These disciples had just discussed it; this time, they absolutely wouldn't let Zhan Yihan win. Su Jinyue's victory in the previous competition had already embarrassed these veteran disciples. It was okay once, but not over and over again. Otherwise, the sect would think differently of the disciples of Formation Peak, saying that all these veterans were inferior to the two newcomers.
"These bastards are so despicable." Luo Qianao said with an unhappy face.
"It must have been arranged by Wang Meng," Zhou Zishuang said calmly. Wang Meng was the most senior and most skilled in formation formation in this competition. He was also very prestigious among the inner disciples. She had no other choice but to consider him.
"After the game is over, I will have a good talk with him." Luo Qianao narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Meng who was breaking the formation.
Zhan Yihan glanced at the disciples beside him, moved his feet, and the next moment he had broken through everyone's defenses.
Several disciples were stunned. They had heard that Zhan Yihan was very good at formations, but they had never expected him to break through their blockade so easily.
Wang Meng caught a glimpse of Zhan Yihan breaking out of the encirclement. He mentally cursed everyone for being useless before charging towards him. Even if he lost this match, he couldn't give up first place to Zhan Yihan. He wanted to show the Peak Master that he was more suitable to be a true disciple than Zhan Yihan.
"Who is this disciple? Why is he stopping Zhan Yihan instead of breaking the formation?" Luo Qianbai said unhappily. He really didn't like people who played tricks like this.
Gu Potian frowned slightly, his expression revealing his displeasure. "His name is Wang Meng. He has some talent for formations, but he's quite competitive." As the Peak Master of Formation Peak, he had some understanding of its disciples. It was precisely because of Wang Meng's personality that he hadn't accepted him as a true disciple.
"It's okay to be competitive, but the means must be aboveboard," Luo Qianbai said calmly. He could see that the disciples who had just stopped Zhan Yihan were under Wang Meng's orders.
"Yeah!" Gu Potian nodded in agreement.
Zhan Yihan ignored Wang Meng's obstruction and in a flash, he had already bypassed Wang Meng and left the formation.
Wang Meng stood there in a daze. What had just happened? What was Zhan Yihan's cultivation level?
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