His skills surpass all others and he shines like a star.
No one expected that this year's formation competition, from start to finish, would only take a little over an hour. With the Snowy Formation taking first place, followed by the Blue Sea Formation, the rest of the competition would simply be a matter of competing for points.
As for the unexpected, the title of genius is by no means something that can be earned so easily. No one really thinks that there can be a player more extraordinary than Tu Nian in the formation.
This is human nature. After watching the wonderful fights between masters, they are no longer interested in the small fights that follow the rules.
After Tu Nian and Zhang Yang left the arena, the entire arena was filled with a feeling of wanting more, so much so that after coming back to their senses, they looked at the uneventful competition on the field and felt no interest. Not to mention cheering and applause for them, some even left the arena immediately.
However, not all of those who left found the competition boring.
"Have you seen it? That formation."
A man in a dark-colored robe with gold patterns asked the hunched man next to him wearing a straw hat.
The straw hat was pulled down very low, and the man's face could not be seen clearly when he wore it. He seemed to have a limp in one leg, and when he walked, his center of gravity was tilted to one side.
His appearance and actions resembled those of an old man nearing death, yet when he opened his mouth, a remarkably young and clear voice rang out, "It's very similar to the Tushan Vajra Talisman, but not exactly the same."
"It seems that I was not wrong." said Jinwen Moyi.
The man in the straw hat laughed lightly upon hearing this. "It's just a defensive formation. If you go to the Blue Sea and capture a Jindan cultivator, and force him to figure it out, he might be able to come up with something similar."
Gold-patterned Mo Yi said confidently, "The mark of the Vajra Talisman is only known to the Tushan clan."
"I think you're being overly sensitive," the man in the straw hat said slowly. "Let's not even mention that the Tushan clan was exterminated long ago. Even if they weren't, do you think the descendants of the Tushan clan would condescend to join these three sects and seven schools?"
Glancing sideways at him, Jin Wen Mo Yi said, "You're acting strangely today."
He would never say such words to Tushan.
"Is there?"
The man adjusted his straw hat and yawned, "I finally get to come out and relax, so stop making such a fuss and fabricating things."
As he spoke, he swayed his legs and walked out of the arena, muttering to himself, "It was quite interesting to see what I saw today. It was not bad. I should go back to my stall."
Knowing that he was a person who wanted something if he wanted it, and didn't want anything if he didn't want it, Jin Wen Mo Yi had no choice but to quickly catch up, "Those broken things of yours, no one would want them even if they were given away for free, I really don't know what's so good about them."
"That's because these ordinary people have no vision. Things destined for them will naturally be collected by those destined for them. The one thousand spirit stones I got two days ago are the best example."
The man in the straw hat spoke in a very logical manner, but he would never have imagined that when Tu Nian bought his magic weapon that day, it was not because he had a keen eye for finding a gem. He simply felt that since there were many wealthy people around him, it would be a waste not to take advantage of them...
Look, just as Tu Nian's competition was over, the wealthy man was already waiting on the sidelines with an extraordinary aura of "come and kill me".
"Sister Tu is truly amazing! After this competition, she's truly brought honor to our family!"
As soon as he saw Tu Nian show up, Song Chengming immediately stuck to him.
“Huh!”
Tu Nian's consciousness was weak, and he was startled by his sudden shout. He followed with a punch and said angrily, "What are you yelling about? If someone didn't know, they would think you were looking for trouble."
"Be careful next time, be careful next time."
Song Chengming chuckled as he handed her tea and soul-restoring pills in one hand, providing her with all the necessary supplies and acting like a caring little brother.
Tu Nian was amused by him and was about to tease him when he suddenly heard Bo Qiu's voice saying, "Don't stay here, leave quickly."
What's going on?
Tu Nian's greatest strength is that he listens to advice. Although he doesn't know the secret, he immediately paused when he took back the elixir. He turned his wrist, grabbed Song Chengming's hand and walked out of the field.
"What's going on? Where are you going?"
Not to mention that Tu Nian was happy one second and became anxious the next second, which was strange. Just this one pull almost made Song Chengming lose his soul.
Although these two people often hug each other on weekdays, that was always through clothes. Now, when Tu Nian's delicate soft flesh was touched in his palm, although Song Chengming could still ask subconsciously, his mind had already gone to who knows where.
"Go back to your residence first."
Or maybe feudal conservatism is deadly? Tu Nian was in a hurry to leave and didn't think about it at all. He relayed Bo Qiu's words concisely and clearly, and his steps became faster and faster.
This made Song Chengming's brain, which was already quite weak, go even further astray. He fretted over the word "residence" for a long time before finally saying in a tone of despair, "I'm a serious man! Calm down!"
Tu Nian almost fell over when he heard this.
Chu Qiurong was even more innocent. She had originally taken some time to come and say a few words of comfort, but as soon as she arrived at the entrance of the arena, she heard Song Chengming's ambiguous voice, and then saw the two of them rushing out of the arena like a gust of wind.
What seriousness? What calmness!
Chu Qiurong's heart skipped a beat, her body moving faster than her brain. Without thinking, she turned around and followed him. Unexpectedly, before she had taken two steps, she bumped into Song Chengming, who looked confused, as soon as she turned the corner. How could a talisman cultivator like Song Chengming withstand Chu Qiurong's physique as a serious sword cultivator?
As a result, the two of them collided and fell to the ground like a gourd, rolling out for a full two meters.
"Which bastard attacked me?!"
Song Chengming was hit really hard this time. Before he could even get up from the ground, he started cursing. All the ink in his stomach was pouring out to his mouth, but when he looked at the face of the person who had hit him, his throat choked and he swallowed it all back. "Second, Second Brother?"
"you……"
Supporting her lower back, Chu Qiurong pointed at him, then pointed in the direction Tu Nian left. With mixed feelings in her heart, she kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. Finally, she sighed deeply and said through gritted teeth, "The competition isn't over yet, where do you want to go now?"
"No, I just..."
This time it was Song Chengming's turn to be speechless. He couldn't just say that Tu Nian had just dragged him back to his room, and then left him here halfway. The first half of his sentence would ruin Tu Nian's reputation, and the second half would ruin his own. What was the purpose?
So after being silent for a long time, he curled his lips and said, "I was wrong."
Not surprisingly, after he finished speaking, he received corporal punishment from Chu Qiurong for personal revenge.
One was forcing the beating, the other forcing the beating. While the two stubborn men were still torturing each other, Tu Nian, the culprit of the torture, had already returned to the room exhausted.
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