Yang Ning was beaten to the point of being beaten by the little monk Zhenming at the top of Tianbao Mountain. He was still quite awe of Da Guangming Temple, but when he took action at Wugu Hall, teasing the monks in Wugu Hall that they could not find the north. His awe of Da Guangming Temple disappeared, and he felt that Da Guangming Temple was just like this.

But at this moment, when he saw the four monks of Kongming Pavilion launching a formation, he knew that he was still too arbitrary. Since Da Guangming Temple is regarded as the number one temple in the world, it is not a false name.

These four monks were erratic in shape, cooperated with tacit understanding, and took action like lightning. Yang Ning couldn't see clearly what happened in the field at this moment, and then he realized that the monks in Kongming Pavilion were indeed extraordinary.

No wonder the disciples of Kongming Pavilion enjoy special treatment in Daguangming Temple. Not only can they enter the Five Grain Hall at will, but they also have a lot of food and good food. Judging from the martial arts of these four monks, they are indeed not comparable to ordinary disciples.

Yang Ning was dazzled, and most of the monks in the hall were like Yang Ning, only seeing the flying figures, but they couldn't see the changes in the formation clearly.

Yang Ning glanced at the little monk Zhenming beside him, and saw that the little monk was staring at the other side, thinking to himself: "Can this little monk still see the trick?" But thinking that the little monk is really good, maybe it is unknown that he can really see the clues. He couldn't help but approach Zhenming's ear and asked in a low voice: "What's the situation now? Who has the upper hand?"

In fact, there are indeed some monks in the hall at this moment.

The little monk Zhenming lowered his voice and said, "These senior brothers are very skilled in martial arts, and their formations are very diverse, and their formation changes are mysterious. However, the disciples of Baiyun Island are closely guarding the four poles. The senior brothers cannot break their formation for a while.... At present, several senior brothers have the upper hand."

Yang Ning thought to himself that this little monk could really understand.

He looked up and saw Jingkong sitting cross-legged, his hands folded, and he was not moving like a clock, looking extremely calm. Although Jingneng was also sitting, his body swayed from time to time. He obviously had an unusual concern for the battle situation and did not have the state of mind that Jingkong was not moved.

From beginning to end, the white feathered crane did not move a single step, standing upright like a gun. Chi Danmei twisted her body from time to time. Her figure was annoying, and every movement showed a coquettish and charming look.

Suddenly, when he heard a "ah", everyone in the hall was shocked. He looked at it, but one of the monks watching the battle was falling forward. Fortunately, his companions around him took action quickly. Before he fell to the ground, he reached out and grabbed the monk's robe at his waist. The man was floating and was already unconscious.

Yang Ning was surprised, but Jingneng looked angry and couldn't speak out. He just waved his hand and signaled to help the man down.

"What's going on?" Yang Ning couldn't help but whisper to Zhenming.

Zhenming thought for a while and then said, "The little monk doesn't know either. Maybe... maybe it's because the senior brother has little cultivation and cannot see such a formation..."

Yang Ning thought to himself that you little monk is really good at bragging. If you don’t know, you don’t know, but you throw the responsibility on the formation.

When others fight, those who watch the battle fall down first, and can they still go to the formation?

He looked up and said it was strange. He saw that many monks were lowering their heads, folding their hands together, and no longer looking into the field. Yang Ning was surprised and looked at the eight people against each other. He only saw the eight people like phantoms, and faintly saw several figures circling like vortexes.

He stared at him for a while, and felt dizzy and a sense of dizziness. Those eight people seemed to transform into hundreds of figures. Yang Ning also felt a little weak under his feet. He quickly turned his head and cried in his heart. It seemed that what the little monk said was true. Although he had not participated in it, the battle formation between the two sides could affect the people watching the battle.

He knew nothing about formations, and only then did he realize that it was powerful.

The people watching the battle couldn't stand the dizziness. Just imagine how powerful those people in the formation were, and they looked up to the disciples of Kongming Pavilion a little more.

Then I felt a little depressed.

He thought that his skillful fighting skills were enough to deal with strong enemies, and he learned the Xiaoyao walking technique. Sometimes he thought about it, even if he was not a top expert, he could always be considered a top-notch master. He could walk sideways when walking on the street.

Now he realized that his ability is really not up to the forefront in this world.

It is naturally no problem to deal with ordinary gangsters, but it is not enough to meet a martial arts master.

Now that both sides are fighting in the formation, they can’t even see clearly, so there is no need to say that they will compete in battle. It seems that if you want to live better in this world, you will have to practice martial arts diligently in the future, otherwise, let alone protecting others, you will not even be able to protect yourself.

"Not good..." Suddenly, he heard the little monk Zhenming shouting softly, and Yang Ning hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhenming whispered: "A senior brother was slapped, and the Wuxiang Formation almost got messed up. Fortunately... Fortunately, the senior brother should have practiced Kung Fu and was not injured. It was really dangerous...!" He looked cold and lowered his voice: "The senior brothers in Kongming Pavilion are indeed amazing. These four senior brothers should practice this formation thousands of times, otherwise they would not have cooperated like this."

Yang Ning knew that although the young monk was young, he did not speak nonsense. Since he said this, he saw that Kongming Pavilion had a strong foundation and asked in a low voice: "I said, "Xiao Brother, who can win? After playing for a long time, are everyone tired?"

The little monk Zhenming whispered: "The little monk dare not assert, but... just that palm just now. If the senior brother is injured, the Wuying Formation may have lost. The changes of the Wuying Formation are not comparable to the Four-Pole Formation." He stared at the field and whispered: "The Four-Pole Formation takes defense as an attack, and changes are not as good as the Wuying Formation, but it is difficult to find flaws when defending and maintaining the foundation. The Wuying Formation Formation is scattered and the spirit is not dispersed. It seems that flaws are often revealed. You can see the little monk. It seems that every flaw is causing the opponent to miscalculate."

"The younger brother is really amazing." Yang Ning really admired the young monk at this time. "According to your opinion, the victory of the Wuying Formation will naturally be larger."

The little monk Zhenming said, "The little monk thinks...!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a few Buddha's chants sounded. Yang Ning hurriedly looked over and saw four figures floating away and falling to the ground. They were the four monks of Kongming Pavilion, and the four men in Mai stood in the middle. The formation did not seem to have changed much from before taking action.

The four monks folded their hands together and lowered their heads without saying a word, but the four men in men all showed signs of shock and anger.

Just looking at his face, Yang Ning knew that the outcome was decided.

The eight people were covered in sweat, and they were steaming, and the sweat was flowing down the foreheads of several people. It can be seen that the fight between the two sides was thrilling.

Jingkong sang the Buddha's name and said, "Donor Chi, the Four Pole Array of Baiyun Island is unpredictable, and the old monk admires it very much."

Chi Dan Mei smiled and said, "Da Guangming Temple is worthy of being a long-lasting Buddhist teaching. It has a profound foundation. You have won this time. The master of the family guessed that the formless formation of the temple has been passed down for nearly a hundred years. It is profound and mysterious, and it cannot be easily cracked." Mei smiled and said in a delicate way: "But the little woman has to say that if these monks had not practiced the magical power of protecting the body, the Four Pole Formation might not be defeated."

Jingneng immediately said: "Practice the formation first and cultivate oneself. The fourth disciple of the Wuying Formation Formation first practices the bronze body and then practices the formation. This is part of the formation. Could the donor Chi still need to defend himself?"

Yang Ning knew in his heart that the Wuxiang Formation won, but it was not the absolute strength to win, but the four monks of the Wuxiang Formation all practiced the ability to protect the bronze body. No wonder Zhenming just said that a monk was hit by a palm but was not injured. Although he didn't understand from beginning to end, the man in Mai who guessed that the Four Pole Formation found the flaw and took action, he might not be able to defeat the enemy with one blow, and he lost all the way.

The difficulty in defeating the enemy with one blow is naturally because of the copper body protecting it. No wonder the four men in Mai were unwilling to accept it.

However, this cannot be said that the four monks of the Wuying Formation are victorious and unfair. After all, the formation is activated by humans, and any formation naturally has requirements for the person who set up the formation. Since the Wuying Formation needs to be both offensive and defensive, it is not an opportune thing to practice the bronze body first and increase defense.

Chi Dan Mei smiled and said, "The master misunderstood. The victory and defeat have been decided. How could the little woman defend herself and refuse to admit it? Yes, we lost this first round."

Jingneng breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he knew in his heart that the opponent was Bai Yuhe who made the swords and swords, and both swords and swords were weapons. There were not many people practicing swords and swords in Buddhism. Even Jingtong, the best swordsman in the temple, his swordsmanship might not be able to enter the top ten in the world. This is the weakness of Da Guangming Temple. If Jingtong is present today, he could barely fight Bai Yuhe. Even so, his chances of winning are only 50% of the 50% points.

Jingtong is no longer here, and the chances of winning by swordsmanship are slim.

Today, with two wins in three battles, Daguangming Temple is counting on winning over the formation and fists, and the most critical of them is the formation.

Jingkong came out of the formation. With Jingkong's cultivation, although Chi Danmei was one of the three disciples under the Lord of Baiyun Island, she was still young after all, and Jingkong might win 70% or 80%. In the eyes of the monks, the formation competition actually determined the outcome of the whole game.

The Wuying Formation is winning, and the Baiyun Island disciples' attempt to enter Jingxin Pavilion is almost shattered.

Chi Dan stood up like a snake, twisted her waist, and walked forward slowly, like a ball of flame, and said in a coquettish voice: "Master Jingkong, in this second round, the little girl will show off her ugly face and ask the master for advice. I hope the master will be kind and not hurt others." After saying that, he laughed and swayed.

Jingkong slowly stood up, smiled, and closed his eyes and said, "Amitabha, the old monk has no kung fu skills. He has never been able to compete with others for many years, nor has he ever had the intention of fighting with others. However, today the disciples of the Lord of Baiyun Island come, and the old monk can only compete with the donor with a few old bones." He closed his palms and bowed forward slightly, humble and polite, but the monks in the temple knew that this was the starting move of most martial arts in Daguangming Temple. Although it was meant to be respectful to his opponent, he was also ready to take action.

Jingkong bowed with his hands, the monk's robe slightly bulged, and the true energy flowed, protecting his whole body.

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