Chapter 89 Still too slow

Wang Bang stared at Lu Chen and had a firm idea.

Talisman blessing is not within the ability of an array master, and I can't do it either.

This kid must have some kind of treasure, because the talisman he made is definitely not something he could have made by himself!

Besides, what if there is a talisman blessing?

At most it's just activating the formation!

Now, the formation pattern has changed, and it requires strong soul power to open it.

Not to mention that I am a third-level array mage, even a ninth-level array mage does not have that kind of soul power.

If you kid activates the formation, I dare to give you three loud cracks!

The next moment, Wang Bang's pupils shrank again, and the firm idea in his heart instantly collapsed.

I saw Lu Chen arrange the formation eyes, activate the formation, and immediately shoot a burst of soul power into the formation.

That soul power is extremely majestic and powerful. The soul power carries some information and is injected into the formation.

The most frightening thing is that the soul power has the supreme will to forcefully activate the small teleportation array!

"This is the method of the Array King!"

Wang Bang's whole body was shaking, his eyes were dull, and he didn't react for a long time.

Only the Array King has such terrifying soul power!

Now he completely believes that Lu Chen is the King of Formation!

With the ability to be blessed by talismans, the support of powerful soul power, and the means to change the formation pattern, what is he other than the formation king?

Such a young formation master king is simply a monster!

Suddenly he felt guilty for his ignorance, and deeply frightened.

There was once a formation king standing in front of him, but he couldn't see it and argued with him. He was really blind.

If God gives me another chance

There is no chance. He has already offended the Formation King. If this matter is known to the Formation Sect, he will be finished.

The Formation Sect will definitely punish him severely for the crime of indifference between superior and inferior!

The Formation King must not be insulted!

However, at this time, the wind and clouds surged, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and endless spiritual energy poured into the formation.

The small teleportation array was radiant with radiance and energy, and gradually began to operate at high speed.

"Elder Bai, the formation has been activated, come up."

Lu Chen, who was standing in the magic circle, stretched out his hand to Bai Ningshuang.

"How did you do that?"

Bai Ningshuang was still in shock and had not yet fully recovered. She was in a daze and didn't know how she passed her hand over.

"Just tinker with it and it'll be done."

Lu Chen smiled slightly, grabbed Bai Ningshuang's jade hand, and pulled her in.

Lu Chen often walked in the Yihuajiamu Formation and had experience in single teleportation, but this was his first time teleporting between two people.

For safety reasons, he held Bai Ningshuang's hand tightly to avoid any accidents during the transmission.

However, being so close to Bai Ningshuang, Bai Ningshuang's ecstatic feminine scent hit her nose directly.

Even if Lu Chen watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and didn't look at or do anything that was inappropriate, he still couldn't control his racing heart.

Hey, the will is not strong and the Taoist mind is not stable!

Lu Chen sighed secretly. Since his little heart is not up to par, he should just let it bounce. When it gets tired of jumping, it will be quiet.

"Your heart is beating fast."

Bai Ningshuang suddenly whispered.

Lu Chen was stunned and suddenly blushed. Did Bai Ningshuang do this on purpose?

It’s really hard to open the pot and pick up the pot!

"Me too."

Bai Ningshuang's voice dropped to a minimum, and her pretty face flushed.

"Well"

Lu Chen didn't know what to say, so he just gulped and swallowed.

At the moment of embarrassment, Wang Bang came to the rescue.

"Your Majesty, the Formation King, please accept the obeisance of your subordinate kingdoms!"

I don't know when Wang Bang knelt down and fell to the ground in front of Lu Chen.

"As agreed, if I activate the formation, you can't collect money."

Lu Chen responded quickly to prevent Bai Ningshuang from continuing to say those incomprehensible words.

"Oh, Formation King, please don't mention money. Your subordinates can't afford it."

Wang Bang hurriedly explained to himself, "My subordinates regard money as dung, and try their best to establish an image of an upright formation master."

"That's not right. I see that you regard money as your lifeblood, and you have gold wind on your sleeves. You have already established an image of a greedy formation master."

Lu Chen was speechless for this shameless guy.

"No, absolutely not, that's an illusion."

Wang Bang was suddenly sweating profusely. If his image was known to the Formation Sect, it would be a big blow.

"Forget it, this is your business, I have nothing to do with it."

"Thank you, King Array, for your understanding."

"By the way, I'm not the King of Formation. Stop yelling."

"Impossible. There is a saying in the classics of formations. The one who has the ability to change the pattern of formations is also the king of formations!"

Wang Bang said quickly.

Lu Chen shook his head and was about to say something, but it was too late.

The formation began to teleport, and he and Bai Ningshuang disappeared in a flash.

The energy of the small teleportation array was exhausted, the array eyes were shattered, and various materials turned into dust.

The formation is destroyed!

The capital of the dynasty.

Xuantian Sect.

The main hall.

Zhu Feichen knelt on the ground, trembling.

Sitting on the hall master's chair in front of him was an old man in golden armor with a terrifying aura!

To be honest, he didn't know the surname of the old man in golden armor, nor was he qualified to know.

But he recognized the Xuantian Sword in the hands of the golden-armored old man. It was the treasure of the Xuantian Dao Sect. There was a portrait of the Xuantian Sword hanging behind his palace chair. The real owner of the Xuantian Sword was now in front of him.

In addition, the aura of the old man in golden armor is three points more powerful than that of the great master of Xuantian Dao Sect. If you think about it with your buttocks, you will know how terrifying the old man in golden armor is.

Definitely above the Great Sect Master!

An ancestor-level mythical figure!

"Okay, okay, he has reached the True Yuan realm. This boy has indeed lived up to my expectations. He has finally turned trash into a legend."

After hearing what Zhu Feichen said about Lu Chen, the golden-armored old man couldn't help but be overjoyed and laughed.

The golden-armored old man has always been worried, fearing that Lu Chen would waste it and waste the ancient treasure. Now that he knows that Lu Chen has entered the True Yuan realm, he can put his worried heart back in his stomach.

"When Lu Chen finishes the martial arts competition, the disciples will take him in, use the strength of the entire sect to train him, and make him qualified to branch into the sect as soon as possible."

Zhu Feichen didn't know why Lu Chen was valued by the Xuantian Dao Sect, but he guessed that Lu Chen must have an unimaginable background. Otherwise, how could a waste with zero talent alert the sect master and ancestor to personally intervene?

This kind of character, no matter whether he is abolished or not, must be cultivated with all his strength.

"Going to branch sect?"

The golden-armored old man frowned and asked, "What are the minimum qualifications for branch admission?"

"Back to our ancestors, we are in the Yuan Dan realm."

"He is only at the True Yuan realm now, and there is a Spiritual Transformation realm above him. How long will it take for him to reach the Yuan Dan realm?"

The golden-armored old man thought for a moment and then said, "Make an exception for him. When he reaches the Spirit Transformation Pill, you can send him directly to the branch sect."

"Why didn't the ancestor just take him back to Daozong?"

Zhu Feichen asked cautiously with a puzzled look on his face.

"I think so too! However, the spiritual energy from Dao Zong is a hundred thousand times that of ordinary people. His cultivation level is too low and he cannot absorb it. It will harm him instead."

The golden-armored old man shook his head and sighed, "Since ancient times, the strong man has been tempered, and the flowers in the greenhouse cannot grow. He needs a certain amount of tempering to stabilize his Taoist heart, so that he can go further in the martial arts."

"I see."

Zhu Feichen suddenly realized.

The old man in golden armor seemed to have thought of something again, his face became solemn, he lowered his head and murmured to himself:

"At the end of the era, wars abound, and demons and demons cause harm to the world."

"Chaos was born to suppress the six realms. The chosen one turned the tide."

After a while, a long sigh sounded.

"True Yuan realm, it's still too slow."