"Array Sect? They are also very strong, Palace Master..." Qing Yi reminded that they had also met three Formation Sect disciples in the Giant Palace earlier.
Although these three people all died at the hands of Lin Yun in the end, the miniature magic circle they used to combine talismans and formations should not be underestimated.
Xia Houyang patted his shoulder and explained: "The comprehensive strength of this formation sect is the weakest among the twelve sects."
"In this regional competition, there are also inner disciples of the General Alliance, as well as core disciples."
"If you meet a disciple of the Formation Sect, you still have a chance to win."
"However, if you are the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect and the disciples of the Ghost King Sect, these extremely powerful sects, you have almost no chance of passing the regional competition."
It's not that Xia Houyang is belittling Lin Yun and the others, but he understands that the disciples of the Formation Sect are obsessed with formations and have suddenly neglected the cultivation of the physical body.
This also means that the disciples of the Formation Sect have weaknesses, that is, their defensive capabilities will be weak.
But in comparison, the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect practice swordsmanship and physical training. It is conceivable that which sect's disciples are easier to deal with.
After hearing this, Qing Yi was very happy and said: "This is great! In this case, I may be able to pass the regional competition, and then I can enter the top 100."
Qing Yi has a very thorough understanding of herself.
He knew that this time it was also because the promotion rate of the knockout rounds was low, which led to the reduction of the number of people in the official competition of the General League Conference, only more than 200 people.
And they were so lucky to be assigned to the Formation Sect.
Although even entering the top 100 requires some luck, if you can really get in, this kind of result will be enough to make Qingyi proud.
Xia Houxuan also clenched her little pink fist and said firmly: "I must be among the top 100."
Xia Houyang looked at the two of them with relief, then looked at Lin Yun and asked: "Jiang Yun, with your strength and being in the formation sect, it is very simple to enter the top 100."
"Maybe with better luck, I won't encounter too strong opponents in the promotion round, and there is hope of entering the top 50."
Lin Yun nodded casually. Ranking in the top fifty was not his goal. His goal was the championship.
At the same time, a middle-aged man who was half-stepping into the Martial Saint realm and wearing the robes of the Formation Sect also walked towards Xia Houyang and others.
"I am the deacon of the Formation Sect. I will take you to the competition. Let's go."
Xia Houyang bowed his hand, and then led Lin Yun and three others to follow the deacon to the tenth main peak.
The deacon led the four people, not directly to the tenth main peak, but all the way to the top of the main peak of the ridge, and then made a long circle before reaching a cliff.
Lin Yun and others looked around. The Lord's Peak was the highest in the Lord's Sanctuary. They could see the entire Lord's Sanctuary as far as the eye could see.
On the cliff in front of everyone, an iron cable bridge appeared, linking the Lord Peak and the Tenth Main Peak.
Lin Yun and others also discovered that there are iron cable bridges between the Lord Peak and the Twelve Main Peaks, a total of twelve.
Between each main peak, there are twelve chain bridges linking each other.
"This also makes it easier for those disciples who cannot fly to enter the main peak more conveniently." Xia Houyang saw everyone's doubts and explained.
Soon after, under the leadership of the deacon, Lin Yun and others also arrived at the main peak of the Formation Sect - the tenth main peak.
When Lin Yun and others arrived, in front of the main entrance of the sect's main peak hall, a arena with a length and width of 100 meters had already appeared.
Around the arena, many contestants have gathered to compete. Of course, more of them are disciples of the Formation Sect. These disciples have not met the qualifications to participate in the General League Conference this time, so they are here to prepare to see the young geniuses.
style.
There are also some who are at a higher level, obviously deacons or elders of the Formation Sect, all of whom are above the half-step Martial Saint level.
In front of the main entrance of the hall, a throne made of red gemstones appeared. On the throne, a middle-aged woman wearing a red robe sat.
Even though this woman is already middle-aged, she still exudes a mature and healthy charm. Anyone who looks at her can't help but take a few more glances.
This woman's long hair was as sexy as blood, and there was a mysterious talisman carved on her forehead.
Qing Yi and Xia Houxuan both couldn't help but look at this charming woman. Xia Houyang hurriedly said: "Don't look at her like that. She is the leader of the formation sect, Chen Meiming. She is titled "Sister of the Abyss" and her realm has reached the first level.
Wu Zun."
"First-level martial master?" Qing Yi heard this and quickly averted his eyes, not daring to look at Chen Meiming with that unscrupulous look.
After all, for a first-level martial master, if you want to crush him to death, it is as easy as crushing an ant to death.
Xia Houxuan also showed an unexpected expression and said: "How amazing! The leader of the Formation Sect is actually a woman."
The deacon who was leading the way turned to look at Lin Yun and others, and reminded in a low voice: "When you see Sect Master Leng, you must be respectful and don't be rude."
Everyone nodded, and then, led by the deacon, they came to Chen Meiming.
The deacon bowed respectfully to Chen Meiming, and then said: "Sir, the disciples and masters of the Xiahou Alliance Martial Palace have been brought here."
Chen Meiming, who was sitting on the throne, made a gesture, waved his hand casually, and said: "I know, let's go down."
"Yes!" The deacon saluted again, then left Lin Yun and the four of them behind, turned and left.
After the deacon left, Chen Meiming glanced at Lin Yun and others lazily, and then said with some dissatisfaction: "You disciples of the Xiahou Alliance Martial House are too low in level."
"The same goes for the Chief Alliance Leader. Why do you put low-level disciples like you in our formation sect? Are you looking down on our formation sect?"
Just from the words, we can also know how dissatisfied Chen Meiming is.
Everyone was speechless for a while. Originally, everyone thought that the twelve sect masters of the Holy Alliance had all reached the realm of martial masters, and they would definitely not be like the people outside who judge everything by their realm and judge people by their appearance.
However, they did not expect that Chen Meiming and Fan Tong were both the same, looking down on others.
Although Xia Houyang and others were dissatisfied, it was really hard for them to accept being scolded in person like this.
However, the person in front of them was a dignified first-level martial master, the leader of the formation sect. No matter in terms of status or realm strength, they were completely different from them. Naturally, they did not dare to express their dissatisfaction.