Chapter 767: messenger

Zhang Yifeng did not write down this pattern. If you write it down, it's a death array!

Zhang Yifeng is comprehending why this formation is so natural. And his formation, compared with this formation, what is missing in the end.

Only in this way can he find the shortcomings and defects of his formation.

Another day passed and Zhang Yifeng opened his eyes instantly. He picked up a branch on the ground, like a madman, and kept painting on the ground.

Half an hour later, he put his hands on the ground, released a terrifying aura, and then drank in a low voice.

"Three-level killing array, cut with a hundred knives!"

As soon as the voice fell, a formation barrier suddenly appeared around him, and a terrifying blade suddenly appeared in the barrier.

Qiang Qiang!

These blades blocked the entire space and hit Zhang Yifeng from all directions.

Every time a knife fell, a burst of fire would burst out.

The reason for the fire is because Zhang Yifeng used the battle fairy body.

After all the blades were dropped, Zhang Yifeng released his palm. Without aura, the third-level formation disappeared.

Zhang Yifeng's mouth finally showed a smile.

Obviously, the feelings of the past few days have finally achieved results, and he can finally arrange a three-level formation. Moreover, this is what he realized through his own comprehension, rather than copying it according to the pattern of the three-level formation.

The two seem to be indistinguishable, and in the end a three-level formation can be arranged, but the meaning is different.

Although Zhang Yifeng is not an array master, he also knows that the stronger the array, the more he needs to understand the nature of heaven and earth. If there is no perception, even if there is a peerless formation in front of you, even if you can copy it 100%, it will definitely not be able to activate the formation because of the lack of understanding of the world.

If the formation is so well portrayed, all cultivators can become powerful formation masters, because the cultivator's memory is very powerful, and it is absolutely no problem to copy the formation patterns step by step. But in fact, the formations copied are all dead, not alive.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng realized the third-level formation by himself, which shows that he is suitable for the way of the formation. In the future, the fourth-level formation, the fifth-level formation, and even the more terrifying 8-level and 9-level killing formation, he is confident Can understand the Tao contained in it.

After portraying the three-level killing array, Zhang Yifeng improved the phantom array and the sleepy array based on his own understanding.

Every formation has been upgraded to level three.

With the arrangement, Zhang Yifeng found that his formation could continue to improve.

This is the so-called thick accumulation and thin hair. With a deep understanding, improving the formation will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Unfortunately, there is no time to improve the formation. It's time to go to the Thousand Magic Gate."

Zhang Yifeng murmured, he did not continue to improve the formation, but quickly walked out of the fog.

Because today is the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, which is the day when the Envoy of the Hidden Door arrives.

Out of the maze, the sun has risen.

Zhang Yifeng stepped on the sacred wind footwork, performed apnea technique, and quickly went up the mountain.

But in the end he didn't go to the mountain, but stopped halfway up the mountain, because at the mountain gate, all the disciples of Qianhuan Sect gathered together. They were neatly dressed and seemed to be welcoming some big people.

Zhang Yifeng knew that these people were not welcoming him, but were welcoming the messenger early in the morning.

Zhang Yifeng stepped on his feet and jumped onto a large leafy tree next to him. Although his vision was blocked by the leaves, his spiritual sense kept capturing every move at the gate.

This concern is an hour.

An hour passed, but the envoy waiting for Thousand Magic Gate did not come at all.

"Master, who are we going to meet? Why haven't we come yet, is it stronger than Thousand Fantasy Gate?" A disciple asked his master. After all, Thousand Fantasy Gate is already one of the most powerful sects in the Kunlong Mountains. .

"A person we can't afford."

"Are you from the hidden door?" the disciple asked again.

"Hush. Just know some things in your heart. Needless to say, you are not qualified to welcome the messenger, but this time is different. The master is dead. We have to ask the messenger to help us."

"How long does the messenger come?"

"I don't know, the time of each visit of the Envoy is not certain, we can just wait here."

Time passed, and another hour passed, the sun had risen to the highest altitude, and there was still no envoy.

Just when Zhang Yifeng was a little impatient, his spiritual sense caught a figure.

This is a middle-aged, middle-aged, tall, arrogant.

Wearing a white windbreaker, with his hands behind his back, he slowly climbed the mountain step by step.

Although he moved very slowly, he took a ten-meter step, and appeared under the mountain gate in just a dozen steps.

"Interesting, interesting."

Seeing the middle-aged, Zhang Yifeng smiled at the corner of his mouth. Although things were indeed the same as he thought, he did not expect that the messenger would be this person.

"Here, the messenger is here. Come on, see the messenger."

Under the mountain gate, an old man took the lead and bowed to his middle age to salute.

As soon as he moved, hundreds of people behind him saluted at the same time. And shouted to see the messenger.

This battle is not a big deal.

"Why is there such a big battle this time?" The middle-aged voice came from a flat voice. Even so, his mouth was smiling. Obviously, this way of greeting made him feel very refreshed.

"Huh? Why don't you see Xuanze Temple."

Suddenly, the middle-aged voice became cold, and the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees. He discovered that there was no Xuanze Temple among the people who greeted him.

What's the point of getting so many people if the master of one door doesn't come to welcome him?

"The messenger calmed down, not because the sect master didn't come to greet him, but the sect master really couldn't greet him."

"Huh, what is more important than welcoming me? This head, doesn't he want to be?"

"My messenger, it's true that the sect master is dead."

The elder's voice choked.

"Dead?" The middle-aged body trembled, and then frowned, "In this vulgar world, there are indeed some people who can kill him. But, do they dare? Those sects know that you have a backstage at the Thousand Fantasy Gate .Could it be that your master died unexpectedly."

"My messenger, the master of the door didn't die accidentally. Please also ask my messenger to take charge of my Thousand Fantasy Door!"

The elder suddenly knelt down towards the middle age. As soon as he knelt, all Qianhuanmen knelt on the ground.

The middle-aged nodded lightly, and said only one word domineeringly: "Say."

"My messenger, the sect master was killed by a man named Zhang Yifeng. This Zhang Yifeng is extremely arrogant. Even if the sect master said you existed, he would still be able to kill him. He also said that the hidden gate is nothing. Kill one, come two and kill one pair!"

The middle-aged eyes were angry and said: "Yes! I want to see what Zhang Yifeng is capable of. Tell me, his detailed identity, is he the master of any major power in the Kunlong Mountains?"