At the beginning, the Great Master asked me to compete for the Sequence Disciple

A core elder immediately stood up, waved his sleeves, removed the barrier, and the damaged arena instantly returned to its original state...

"Brother Wang!"

The disciples of the Holy Land of Formation around all cried out in shock when they saw Wang Mu fainted.

Elder Zhenxin hurried forward to investigate the situation.

He felt relieved after realizing that Wang Mu was only knocked unconscious by the force just now and suffered some internal injuries, but was not seriously ill.

Elder Zhenxin pointed his finger, and a stream of light shot into Wang Mu's body.

The king's tomb exuded a faint light.

After a while, Wang Mu woke up from his coma and slowly opened his eyes.

“Master… Master…”

Wang Mu stood up from the ground, his face looking extremely ugly and weak.

Elder Zhenxin waved his hand:

"Okay, you can go back and recover."

Elder Zhenxin noticed the unwillingness hidden in Wang Mu's eyes and couldn't help but feel very disappointed.

Wang Mu nodded and glanced at Ye Wushuang on the ring.

Ye Wushuang saw Wang Mu waking up and said with a disdainful smile:

"Everyone says that your Wang Mu is as good as some elders in the Holy Land of Formation in terms of formation, but today it seems that you are just so-so."

"I didn't even use 50% of my strength..."

Wang Mu's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten dog shit, and his fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound.

If he had the cultivation level of Heavenly Venerate, coupled with his skills in formation, Ye Wushuang would definitely not be his opponent.

At this moment, Wang Mu's desire to improve his cultivation reached its extreme.

"Wushuang, you must not be rude..."

At this time, Xing Heng Daojun, who was sitting above, smiled and said in a lightly reproachful tone.

"Yes, Master!"

"I am rude, I apologize to all the seniors."

The faces of the elders in the Holy Land of Formation Dao all looked somewhat ugly.

Especially some inner sect elders.

Ye Wushuang’s words just now also made them feel embarrassed.

Xing Heng Daojun nodded and smiled at the Hua Zhen Patriarch and Gan Zhen Saint Lord beside him:

"I am a disciple who speaks without restraint, please don't blame me."

The Huazhen Patriarch still looked calm and composed. He smiled and waved his hand, saying:

"It's alright, young friend Wushuang is a genius. After seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved."

"Although Wang Mu was defeated, he also made the disciples of my holy land realize that there are always people better than you."

Although Huazhen Patriarch said this, he also felt a little aggrieved in his heart.

"Oh, Senior Brother Wang, you were careless earlier. Why didn't you use your formation right from the start?"

"You have to go and fight with others head-on. You see, if you had used the formation right from the start, you might not have been so embarrassed, and you wouldn't have been knocked out."

Chu Luo seemed to be concerned about Wang Mu, but in fact his words were full of ridicule.

Moreover, the pill that Chu Luo took out was the lowest level healing pill.

"you……"

Looking at the bottle of the most useless healing medicine in Chu Luo's hand, Wang Mu, who was already in a heavy mood, almost broke down.

When did his King's Tomb fall to the point where it needed to use such rubbish pills? !

"snort!"

"Thank you, Junior Brother!"

Wang Mu snorted coldly, and shouted the word "Junior Brother" almost with gritted teeth, then turned away and left the scene.

"Master...this...this Senior Brother Wang, is he okay?"

Chu Luo pretended to be concerned, but the raised corner of his mouth was hard to suppress.

If there weren't so many people watching him, he would have laughed like a pig.

Elder Zhen Xin did not notice Chu Luo's suppressed smile, waved his hand, and said in great disappointment:

"Shao Feng, you don't need to worry about him..."

Chu Luo took back the pill in his hand, nodded, and stood aside obediently.

"Which fellow Taoist wants to come up and compete with me?"

At this time, Ye Wushuang on the stage glanced around, folded his arms and said lightly.

All the disciples of the Formation Holy Land present wanted to knock down the arrogant Ye Wushuang.

But unfortunately, they did not have this ability, and even their strongest senior brother Wang in the Formation Holy Land was defeated.

And they were defeated so thoroughly.

If they go up there, they will just add to the joke.

There were also some direct disciples among the crowd, but they were all indifferent and looked gloomy.

Ye Wushuang is simply too strong; they can never be his match.

Just like what others thought, even if they went up, they would only be beaten.

The other core elders sitting on the seats could not help but sigh and shake their heads when they saw that their disciples were all indifferent and did not dare to challenge Ye Wushuang.

“Haha, since no one from your holy land wants to come up to compete, let’s stop here…”

"Fellow Daoist Huazhen, Saint Master Ganzhen, it is time for me to go back."

"Wushuang, let's go."

Taoist Xing Heng stood up and was about to take Ye Wushuang away from the Holy Land of Formation.

The Saint Lord of the Ganzhen Formation, who had been silent the whole time, smiled faintly at the Taoist Master Xingheng and said:

"Senior Xing Heng, wait a minute!"

"The Wang Mu who just competed with little friend Wushuang is just a direct disciple of my holy land."

"I, the Holy Son of the Formation Holy Land, also want to compete with you, little friend Wushuang."

When the Saint Lord of Gan Zhen said this, everyone was shocked.

The core elders present looked at each other in bewilderment.

When did their Holy Land of Formation have a Holy Son?

How come they don’t know who the Son of God is?

"Has our Formation Holy Land established a Holy Son?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard of it!"

"If anyone is to become the Holy Son of our Formation Holy Land, it is Senior Brother Wang Mu!"

“…”

All the disciples were also surprised and puzzled.

And our Chu Laoliu also felt heartbroken at this time.

He didn't expect that the Holy Land of Formation Dao already had a Holy Son.

If he doesn't become the Holy Son, how can he touch the core inheritance of the Holy Land of Formation?

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the Holy Lord of the Gan Formation.

Taoist Xing Heng also looked at the smiling Saint Lord Gan Zhen with surprise.

He had never heard of the Holy Land of Formation Dao having a Holy Son, and at this moment Ye Wushuang in the audience also became interested, and hurriedly bowed to Xing Heng Daojun and said:

"Master, since the Holy Son of the Formation Holy Land is also interested in sparring with me."

"Disciple is naturally very happy to do so, and I hope Master will grant my wish."

Xing Heng Daojun nodded, sat back in his seat, and smiled at the Saint Master of the Array:

"In that case, let's let these two juniors have a fight."

"Saint Lord Gan Zhen, I wonder who the Holy Son of your Holy Land is?"

As soon as Taoist Xing Heng said this, the whole place fell into eerie silence. The elders of the Holy Land of Formation Dao and the disciples present all pricked up their ears.

The Saint Master of the Ganzhen formation smiled faintly and replied:

"The Holy Son of our Formation Holy Land is, of course... Yan Shaofeng!"

"You're right, right? Shao Feng!"

The Saint Lord of Gan Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked at Chu Luo who was also looking at him.

The eyes of everyone present were instantly focused on Chu Luo.

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