In the stands, someone yawned.

Most people have little interest in this game that has long been decided in their minds.

However, the situation on the stage was not as one-sided as they thought. Instead, Xu Ling took the lead in launching the offensive.

As soon as the game started, Xu Ling grabbed a handful of stones from his storage bag and threw them on the ground, instantly forming a first-class maze.

After all, he had only practiced for half a day, and the second-level instant formation was a little laggy, but the first-level formation could be easily set up.

Huang Yan's eyes blurred, everything in front of him became blurry in an instant, and Xu Ling's figure disappeared before his eyes.

"Formation? How did he do it?"

Huang Yan didn't understand formations, but he also knew that setting up formations took time. However, he also knew that for those who didn't understand formations, the only way to break them was to use force to break them.

Huang Yan's true energy surged, and he broke through the fog in front of him with one punch. This level of confusion only trapped him for a brief moment.

However, just as the formation was broken, a flying sword struck at him. Huang Yan hurriedly dodged, but a bloody mark was still drawn on his body.

Before he could counterattack, Xu Ling cast another instant formation, this time a first-grade phantom formation.

Huang Yan turned around and found a person standing behind him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the dead Fucang. He was startled and thought he had hit a ghost.

But he immediately realized that it was an illusion and punched it through again.

But he didn't expect that a fireball would appear from the shattered illusion, hitting him full in the chest and burning the clothes on his chest. The skin under the clothes was burnt black, and a faint smell of meat wafted out.

"Damn it!"

Huang Yan cursed, and when he saw the direction of Xu Ling, he waved his hand and controlled the flying sword to strike at Xu Ling.

Before the flying sword flew out, the second-grade maze array in Xu Ling's hand was ready to be completed, once again shrouding Huang Yan in layers of mist.

Xu Ling repeatedly took the lead and beat Huang Yan. This exceeded everyone's expectations, and the audience in the stands began to watch seriously.

"Can the formation be instantaneous?"

"It is indeed unheard of. It seems that Chunyang Immortal Sect's situation is not going well!"

"Fortunately, it's just a low-grade formation, otherwise the formation master would be invincible."

"This seems to be the new formation master of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect. Sure enough, he has two brushes!"

Huang Yan, who was trapped in the second-grade maze, was like a headless fly. This second-grade maze was not as easy to break as the first-grade maze. In the process of violently breaking the formation, he had to be on guard at all times.

Flying swords and magical attacks appeared out of nowhere.

After finally breaking through the second-level maze, he gained a few new injuries.

However, the second-level maze formation was broken open, and what was waiting for him was the second-level killing formation that Xu Ling had used the time he had to break the formation to set up.

A bolt of thunder and lightning struck at him non-stop, and in an instant, electric snakes danced wildly on the stage, exploding continuously, like New Year's Eve firecrackers.

When he broke through the thunder and lightning killing formation, a new round of illusion formation came again. This time, what appeared was an illusion of their sect master Yang Yu Shengzun urinating in front of him. Even though he knew it was an illusion, he was completely stunned.

A few seconds...

Then Xu Ling succeeded in a sneak attack and cut off half of his trouser leg.

In the eyes of the audience, Huang Yan was like a monkey being teased, looking left and right on the ring, punching and kicking in the air, feeling helpless and furious.

Huang Yan felt aggrieved and roared: "Xu Ling, do you dare to come out and fight!"

"Why don't you dare?" Xu Ling suddenly appeared next to Huang Yan.

Huang Yan was overjoyed and exerted all his energy. The rays of the sun shone on his fists, as if he wanted to punch out all the pent-up pain in his heart.

But it all came to nothing...

It turned out to be an illusion.

At this time, Huang Yan was dressed in rags, his body was blackened, and he had an explosive head, like a beggar.

After fighting like this, regardless of winning or losing, Chunyang Immortal Sect has already lost face.

In the stands, the faces of the Chunyang Immortal Sect turned dark. They would rather Huang Yan admit defeat than continue watching.

Huang Yan knew his own pain, and now he was asked to admit defeat. He was unwilling to do so. From beginning to end, he didn't even touch the corner of Xu Ling's clothes.

He was confident that as long as he got rid of the entanglement of the formation and really fought against Xu Ling, he would be able to win within a few rounds.

It was this self-confidence that kept him from admitting defeat.

But he didn't know that Xu Ling had a way to end the battle faster, but just to satisfy Ji Chen, she kept dragging him on and torturing him.

Everyone thought this game would end soon, but they didn't expect it to become a protracted battle.

When Huang Yan realized something was wrong and wanted to admit defeat, the fifth-grade formation that Xu Ling had set up for a long time had been activated. The arena was shrouded in mist, and no one knew what was happening in the formation.

Until Xu Ling withdrew the formation, everyone only saw Huang Yan lying on the ring with no idea of ​​his life or death. Except for his head, almost no bones in his body were intact.

The cheers of the disciples of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect rang out in the stands.

Xu Ling, who was least favored by them, actually won! And this was the most relieving victory for them today.

When they wanted to mock Chunyang Immortal Sect, they found that the people from Chunyang Immortal Sect couldn't stand it anymore and left early.

People from other forces in the stands, including many knowledgeable people, were already deep in thought.

At first, they thought Xu Ling's instant formation was just a small fight, but when they saw Xu Ling really win, they realized the value of it.

Every force has array masters. Their combat power has always been their shortcoming, but Xu Ling's performance today allowed them to see more possibilities and greater potential of the array masters as a group!

Before Xu Ling returned to the Zidao Immortal Sect stand, he was surrounded by many people.

"Master Xu, did you create this instant formation technique yourself?" someone asked.

Xu Ling waved his hands repeatedly: "How could Xu have such ability? It was created by a senior of our Purple Dao Immortal Sect, and Xu was lucky enough to learn it."

"Senior? Could it be your father, Master Xu Delong?" someone speculated.

"To my father, that senior is like a mountain standing tall."

"Could it be that he is the master of your sect's Zaidao Peak, Grandmaster Liu Yi?"

Xu Ling shook his head: "The peak master is not as good as him."

Everyone gasped, the eighth-grade formation master Liu Yi was not as good as him? What kind of person must he be? The ninth-grade formation emperor?

But, when did the Purple Dao Immortal Sect produce such a character?

Could it be...that it was passed down from the Immortal Lord Luo Chen!

Although I have never heard that Luo Chenxianzun is proficient in formations, it seems that it is not surprising that a great person like him, who has never been born in ten thousand years, can master formations.

"We, Qianshanmen, are willing to pay a high price to purchase this instant formation technique!"

"I, the Wu family, can exchange for a top-notch martial art!"

"We, the Hundred Refiners Sect, can exchange the magic weapon for it."

Everyone made bids one after another, and they all attached great importance to this instant formation technique.

Every larger force cultivates a group of formation mages. If the combat power of these formation mages is increased, it will greatly enhance the overall strength.

Even the Bishui Immortal Pavilion, one of the holy places, also spoke up and said with a bit of joking: "If the Purple Dao Immortal Sect is willing to trade this formation technique, just ask, I, the Bishui Immortal Pavilion, should be able to pay the price."

Xu Ling had no choice but to cup her hands apologetically: "Xu can't make the decision in this matter."


Chapter completed!