The dark yellow wooden sticks in their hands were spinning like a whirlwind, and the strong winds swept away like the center of a circle, causing Wu Nian's monk's robes to flutter in the wind.

The huge square was silent, only the whistling of sticks and wind could be heard. Zhengdao looked at Wu Nian who was calm in the center of the square and couldn't help but give a cold shout.

This Nine Dragon Arhat Formation is the protective formation of Jiulong Temple.

It is divided into six levels: Nine Green Dragons, Sixteen White Tigers, Thirty-six Xuanwu, Forty-eight Suzakus, Sixty-four Tiangangs and Eighty-one Earthly Demons, among which the changes are unpredictable and the formations are mighty.

Every formation disciple has the strength of the Golden Immortal. Legend has it that when the Nine Dragon Arhat Formation turns into eighty-one evil spirits, it can even kill a master with peak Xuan Immortal strength. I am afraid that only the Jiulong Temple with its profound foundation can do this.

strength to form such a large formation.

"It's really shameless. We have brought out all the formations to protect the temple." Wu Nian curled his lips, but he didn't look panicked. On the contrary, he didn't pay attention to the nine disciples in front of him at all.

"As long as you can break my Nine Dragons Arhat Formation, I will agree to you in public, and you can take over the position of abbot of Qianguang Temple." Faye didn't care what Wu Nian said, he only knew that today he would not be allowed to become Qianguang no matter what.

The abbot of the temple.

"Oh? So confident? It's just that you are just here to summon Jiulong, so you may not be looking down on me too much, right?" Wu Nian smiled, and her snow-white silver teeth looked very charming.

I'm afraid he is the only one who can face the Nine Dragons Arhat Formation and still be so calm and calm.

"Really? Just because you have just entered Xuanxian, Jiuqinglong is enough to deal with you." Monk Faye didn't care about Wu Nian's provocation.

Jiuqinglong's strength is at the peak of Jinxian, and it is absolutely impossible to trap him with Wu Nian's strength, but Faye cannot put up the Sixty-Four Tiangang as soon as he comes up. If word of that spreads out, others will only laugh at him as the Jiulong Temple.

He was so stingy that he used his strongest force against a young disciple as soon as he came up.

"Okay, then I want to see today whether your Jiulong Temple's protective formation is really that unbreakable." Wu Nian nodded and took a step out of thin air.

He really just took one step forward, and another step, very slowly but steadily, as if every step would make a hole in the stone ground.

The nine disciples no longer hesitated, flipping the wooden sticks spinning in their hands, and using the power of stepping on the ground, they pointed directly at Wu Nian.

The nine sticks came from all directions towards the center like a golden snake spitting out its core and struck the Huanglong, seemingly as if it could defeat a thousand armies.

Wu Nian looked up at the person closest to him. His hand that had been hanging down turned into a palm and slowly raised it, as if he wanted to use his palm to fight these wooden sticks.

In the center of the square, he was the only one without a weapon, so he could only use his fists to resist them. Or it could be said that Wu Nian didn't know how to use a stick at all. He had no weapons. His only weapon was his own heart.

A strong yet soft heart.

Wu Nian raised his hand, and almost everyone thought he was going to swing out an Arhat's Heaven-shaking Palm out of thin air, or the Diamond Subduing Demon Fist. This is the simplest Buddhist kung fu, and almost even young monks can do it.

But they were wrong. Wu Nian put his hand to his mouth just to yawn.

"He is actually here

Yawning?" The monks who lined up neatly showed expressions of disbelief.

In this Nine Dragons Arhat Formation, Wu Nian was not only not nervous, but also showed a disdainful look!

The nine disciples holding sticks were naturally stunned, but they did not stop, but continued to hit him hard with sticks. Wu Nian's yawn made them very angry, which also aroused the anger in their hearts.

Nine sticks fell from the sky and fell hard on Wu Nian, hitting his shoulders and head, but he still looked like he had not woken up.

The nine disciples looked surprised, and the sticks in their hands exerted pressure again, trying to push him down. However, the sticks in their hands bent into a crescent-like arc under the blessing of power, and Wu Nian's figure remained upright.

His whole body exuded a faint golden light like an ancient Buddha. These sticks could not shake him at all, but seemed to hit an indestructible golden Buddha statue.

"This is the Immortal Vajra Body." Faye murmured while looking at the golden light on Wu Nian's body.

This was a movement technique that he had coveted for a long time. This was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes. It was indeed well-deserved. He finally understood where Wu Nian's arrogance came from.

He originally thought that even if Jiu Qinglong couldn't defeat Wu Nian, it would be enough to give him a decisive blow, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even hurt a hair on his face, and couldn't even get close to him.

He still underestimated the strength of the Immortal Vajra Body. Faye originally thought that the Immortal Vajra Body and the Demon-Suppressing Vajra Body were essentially the same, but that was not the case today. If he could cultivate the Immortal Vajra Body, he would be number one on the Immortal List.

Taoist Priest Qingxu must be unable to do anything to him.

"Yes, this is the immortal vajra body that you don't have." Wu Nian just smiled, his eyes opened a little, and his pupils were clear and bright.

He didn't show off at all, but his words were full of showoff.

Angrily, Faye couldn't help but secretly pinch the Zen chair.

"Sixty-four Tiangang!" Faye shouted again at the disciples who were lined up.

Jiuqinglong was just a test. Faye was serious this time. The Nine Dragons Arhat Formation composed of sixty-four Jindan disciples was enough to kill a Xuanxian, and Wu Nian was Xuanxian.

"Ha, did you just jump to Tiangang?" Wu Nian looked sideways at the fifty disciples who once again stood up from the neat team, and spoke sarcastically.

"Your Jiulong Temple is really grand!"

"Stop talking nonsense and go into battle." Faye shouted again to the sixty-four disciples.

Under Faye's guidance, they divided into four rows like a stack of Arhats, and stood on the shoulders of another disciple one after another, and surrounded Wu Nian, this time including the sky above his head.

At this moment, he was really in heaven and earth, with nowhere to escape.

The shadow of the monk reflected on Wu Nian's face, making him look particularly gloomy.

"Be careful, be careful if you fall down from standing so high and die." He teased them like he was adding insult to injury.

"Buddha's light has first appeared, and ten thousand sticks can defeat demons!" shouted one of the leading disciples. He was at the peak of Jinxian's strength and was the strongest among the disciples. The sixty-four disciples bent the wooden sticks in their hands and fired them like arrows.

Usually ejected.

Wrist-thick wooden sticks bounced like a storm in the square formation formed by them, and the wooden sticks that missed would fly into the hands of the opposing disciples.

In this small space, Wu Nian had no choice but to evade.

"Are the many bullying the small?" Wu Nian looked at the overwhelming flying sticks and just dodged them calmly without looking panicked. Suddenly he stood still and slowly stretched out his finger to point in the air.

The moment his fingertips touched the wooden stick, he easily pulled it out. The wooden stick passing through his fingers seemed to be given life. It was what it was when it came, and it was what it was when it left.

The projected disciples flew away.

The disciple didn't expect that his stick would come back, and he was accidentally hit in the chest by the stick he shot and was knocked to the ground.

A corner of the quadrangle is missing, like a little old lady with chipped teeth.

"I call it a stick for a stick." Wu Nian raised the corner of his mouth and looked very proud.

The sixty-three disciples looked solemn as they took each other's sticks with condescending expressions. Some even had their legs trembling.

The disciple who was shot down picked up the wooden stick that fell on the ground and filled the gap again.

Wu Nian did not strike harshly, his blow only caused the blood in the disciple's chest to boil, and there was nothing serious about it.

"A stick for a stick, I want to see if you have so many hands!" The disciple leading the formation snorted coldly. He felt that the stick he just brushed back was just good luck. Who in this chaotic formation could do it?

Take all these sticks down.

So at his command, the sixty-four disciples ejected the wooden sticks in their hands again, but this time the sticks were mixed with their true energy, so they were harder to shake.

"Really? Today I want to show you whether I have that many hands." Looking at the self-righteous leading disciple, Wu Nian retracted the smile on his face.

After his words fell, all the disciples thought they heard wrongly. Everyone has two hands, right?

But not only did they mishear, they even thought they were dazzled. Wu Nian in the center of the square seemed to have thousands of hands.

If those flying sticks are like branches in the jungle, then Wu Nian's slender fingers are like the white begonias blooming on the branches. Every inch of each branch is enough to confuse people's minds, making people unable to distinguish which flower.

It's his real hand.

But those flowers were clearly in bloom, and the branches were clearly trembling. Those delicate flowers seemed to have bent the branches, causing them to break from the trees and fall heavily to the ground.

No, it didn't just fall to the ground. In a daze, sixty-four wooden sticks were hit out by Wu Nian at the same time. They deviated from the trajectory they came from, but each one exploded back in the direction they came from.

, with the sound of howling wind.

"Bang bang bang!" Sixty-four disciples turned over and dodge in unison, but there was always someone they couldn't avoid.

The wooden sticks hit their chests, foreheads or thighs hard, and in an instant, a large number of disciples fell to the ground.

They all covered their foreheads and chests and screamed. Countless wooden sticks fell to the ground.

, rolled along the ground, and rolled all the way to the feet of the disciples.

Two wooden sticks even flew out, grazed Faye's ears and hit the goalpost, even three points into the goalpost.

"Oh my God, he broke through the Sixty-Four Tiangang so easily? He is obviously just a Xuanxian!" The monks whispered, in all these years, they have never seen anyone break through the Nine Dragon Arhat Formation, Sixty-Four

Tiangang was never completed.

But today, as soon as it formed a formation, it was easily cracked.

Wu Nian, who is number one on the gold list, is really a monster.

"How about it, can I break your Nine Dragons Arhat Formation?" Wu Nian chuckled.

His phantom-like palms were withdrawn behind his back, looking very leisurely.

Only then did Faye realize that he was completely wrong. He should have laid out the Eighty-one Earthly Evils from the very beginning, a formation that was comparable to the peak of Xuanxian and was enough to defeat Wu Nian and even kill him here.

But now, is it too late?

"Huikong, the eighty-one evil spirits are rising, come and take charge!" Faye shouted at the disciples beside him.
Chapter completed!