"Damn it! Damn it! Why haven't you made any mistakes yet? You are doing two things at once. Without a long period of training, it is impossible to stabilize to a foolproof level."
At this time, Yan Chunan's patience had reached its limit, "Even if I can't do it, why doesn't he make a mistake?"
His eyes turned blood red, and he never imagined that such a situation would occur.
At this moment, he actually forced himself into an extremely embarrassing place.
Now if he doesn't take action to set up the formation, he will lose two Taoist weapons, and his winning streak of thirty-nine battle formations will be ended.
And if he takes action again, he will become a villain who goes back on his word, and even if he wins this battle, he will lose.
Lost face, lost everything!
Luo Zheng has undoubtedly shown a talent for formations that far exceeds his own. Even if he doesn't admit it, it's useless. With so many discerning people present, no one can see it.
Many voices around him faintly reached his ears, and they were all talking about Luo Zheng.
Many powerful men in the forces looked at Luo Zheng with completely different eyes.
Yan Chunan is destined to become an array saint, and may reach a height that other array saints cannot reach.
However, Luo Zheng's talent is still higher than Yan Chunan's, so what level will it reach?
Some forces are already secretly discussing how to win over Luo Zheng.
The Formation Saint exists in the world of immortal martial arts and has always been a transcendent existence.
Unless they are cultivated by some families or sect forces themselves, they can roam among various forces, have their way, and enjoy all the respect.
A formation saint is of extraordinary significance to any force, and can even change the situation of the war.
Therefore, a Formation Saint who does not have the support of any force behind him is definitely a target that various forces are willing to sacrifice everything to win over.
"No, I can never lose, my winning streak can never be ended, and I can never lose two magic weapons to this damn boy!"
Countless thoughts were spinning in Yan Chunan's heart, his eyes flickering, "So what if I go back on my word, as long as I win this battle! And, I will become a formation saint soon, as long as I kill this Luo Zheng
Die, don't let him have the chance to become a Formation Saint. Who dares to mention today's incident again in the future? It's too late for them to curry favor with me. This matter will be forgotten sooner or later!"
"Yes, as long as Luo Zheng is killed, everything will be solved. At that time, everyone will only remember my forty consecutive victories and remember that I am Yan Chunan, the Saint of Formation. Who will remember a dead little person!"
Suddenly, Yan Chunan's eyes shot out with an extremely cold light, and his hands started to move.
Each trapped beast formation was formed between the waves of his palms.
"The Flame Formation Master actually... started to set up the formation again, didn't he? Isn't this the behavior of a villain and a villain?"
"How shameless!"
"If he doesn't set up the formation now, he will definitely lose. With these two Taoist weapons, if he loses, he will suffer huge losses!"
"The Yan family should still be able to afford two low-grade Taoist weapons, but if they lose, where will Yan Zhenzun's face be?"
"In this case, there will be no shame in winning, right? Moreover, where will the face of the Yan family and the face of Ziyang Zhenzun be placed?"
"Who said Yan Chunan was too arrogant? If he hadn't said that the battle could be ended in half an hour, even if Luo Zheng's understanding was incredible, there would be no possibility of winning. It can only be said that he brought it all on himself!
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Many people were discussing in low voices or transmitting messages from their minds.
At this time, you can't say anything at will, lest Yan Chunan hears you.
Once you offend Yan Chunan, you will offend the whole Ziyang lineage and the Yan family.
However, from the expressions on each person's face, you can probably guess what they are thinking.
People of Ziyang's lineage were silent at this time.
However, these people have cold eyes and are looking around. As long as someone dares to say that Yan Chunan is not at all right, they will write him down.
Even for some big forces, it will be very difficult for them to hire formation masters from the Ziyang lineage to set up formations in the future.
When everyone saw this, they all fell silent and watched the two men setting up their formations intently.
"Luo Zheng has seven hundred and ninety-seven! Yan Chunan has eight hundred and twenty-two! The difference between the two is only twenty-five!"
Many people were counting silently in their hearts, calculating the final outcome of the two people.
Now every three breaths, Luo Zheng will deploy two formations, while Yan Chunan's is four breaths.
Every time twelve breaths pass, Yan Chunan will set up six trapped beast formations, and Luo Zheng will set up eight formations.
In other words, in the twelfth breath, Luo Zheng will catch up with two!
"Luo Zheng eight hundred and five, Yan Chunan eight hundred and twenty-eight! The difference is only twenty-three!"
"Luo Zheng is eight hundred and thirteen, Yan Chunan is eight hundred and thirty-four! The difference is only twenty-one!"
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"Luo Zheng has eight hundred and seventy-seven, Yan Chunan has eight hundred and eighty-two! The difference is only five!"
"The time is coming. There are only twenty-six breaths left. Luo Zheng can only catch up to four in twenty-four breaths! And the remaining two breaths are redundant. Luo Zheng is
It is impossible to complete a formation. It takes him three breaths to complete the formation. Even if he completes two in three breaths, it will be timed out and cannot be calculated!"
Many people were staring at the hourglass in the sky, already calculating the final result in their minds.