"day!"

The sack came very quickly. The moment Wang Yuan raised his head, it was already covered by Wang Yuan's head. It was too late to dodge.

Wang Yuan only felt that the darkness in front of him was put in the bag.

At the same time, the man outside the bag laughed and said, "Haha, this silly monk is stupid! Just like a fool, eat me a stick!"

Before the monk finished speaking, Wang Yuan was hit hard on the back of his head. Fortunately, Wang Yuan was thick and thick. Although the stick was heavy, it was still vital, but Wang Yuan was not seriously injured. Instead, he muttered secretly: "Put into a sack and beat the stick! This bastard is OK!"

"Hahaha! The masters of the six major sects are just like this! What a fool's sect in the world is still in the hands of my Budai Monk who can't say."

It turns out that this guy who beats the sack with a slap is one of the five scattered people and cannot say that the slap monk is a scattered monk.

At this time, I couldn't easily trap Wang Yuan. I felt very proud and mocked at Mababa: "I thought your head was so iron. It turned out that it was also made by dough. I heard that you are the senior brother of Shaolin Temple? Monk, I happened to catch you and threaten Shaolin Temple to withdraw troops!"

This may be really naive. The Shaolin Temple family has great business and many destructive things. There are several factions in the sect. According to the original owner's background, Kong Wen initiated the siege of the Demon Sect. This guy has no good impression of Wang Yuan. Wang Yuan is unwilling to be the eldest brother Kong Wen, but he can't resist Abbot Xuanci's skills.

Now that Wang Yuan has been arrested, the monk will definitely not give up attacking Guangmingding because of Wang Yuan. Maybe he would say, "Who is worse than hell than hell? It is your honor to sacrifice yourself for the people of the world!" Then he started to do it directly and killed someone with a knife.

Even if Wang Yuan is resurrected and cannot give up the title of Shaolin Temple Senior Brother, he will be disgusted with Xuanci.

"Swish!!!"

However, just when he was not ready to lift the sack and carry it on his back, he suddenly heard a sound of cloth breaking. The big pocket that was wrapped around Wang Yuan was torn apart and opened a big hole. Wang Yuan lowered his head and cursed and crawled out: "Damn it, this rag bag is so tough, I have tried it out!"

"This...this...this...Amitabha!"

Looking at Wang Yuan who had come out of the cloth bag, he looked at the cloth bag torn by Wang Yuan on the ground. He was stunned, his eyes wide open, and cold sweat flowed down his neck.

This cloth bag is not an ordinary cloth bag. The full name of this thing is Qiankun Yiqi Bag. It means that it cannot be made famous. This bag is dense and not ventilated, the material is wonderful, neither silk nor leather, ordinary swords and swords will not break, and water and fire cannot be destroyed. The mouth of the bag is bound by "a thousand knots". No one can solve it except indescribable.

He could not walk around the world, but he relied on him. No one knew how strong this thing was than he could. But who would have thought that this bag of air in the universe was destroyed like this, and was torn apart by life, and was destroyed without any decentness.

I can't say it's completely confused.

"Dog Monk! Dare to knock on the Buddha's slap! Buddha has saved you!"

If it weren't for the lack of understanding, Wang Yuan should have really become a part of the Demon Sect. Wang Yuan's skills of knocking on sticks, slapping black bricks, killing and setting fires coincided with the methods of the Demon Sect.

As an expert in beating the stick, someone took out a stick in a sack. Wang Yuan was dissatisfied and shouted loudly, took a step forward, raised his right palm, and slapped it with a trick [Respecting the Tathagata] and slapped it over.

"Oh! You're such a bald donkey!"

Seeing Wang Yuan hitting his palm, he couldn't say that he could have recovered. He hurriedly raised the mixed iron stick in his hand and blocked it in front of him.

“duang!”

Wang Yuan slapped his palm and slapped it heavily on the iron rod.

Wang Yuan was born with divine power and excellent internal power. His ordinary palm had a scattered power in his hands. He could not say that he was a power of 100-level power wave ss, but he was shocked several steps to the point of being a "pop" sound, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked down at the mixed iron stick in his hand, and was bent by Wang Yuan's thick palm force.

“…”

I couldn't say that I could swallow a saliva, my eyes became more fearful, and my heart also felt like I was retreating.

In terms of strength, it may be just a first-class master at level 100. Wang Yuan's current cultivation and skills can be suppressed even if he is a level 150 leader. After only one move, he may have already felt the terrifyingness of the monk in front of him.

"Old Niu! So you are here!"

At this moment, the voices of Baihe Liangqi and others came from a distance, which made the situation that was already unfavorable worse.

"Haha! Goodbye!"

He couldn't say anything but laughed, turned around and crawled into a small door behind him.

Gao Ai's waves are different. When you know that you are not your opponent, you will run away decisively.

But is Wang Yuan the kind of person who refuses to avenge his grudges?

I wanted to run away after giving Wang Yuan a stick, so how could this be a good thing?

"Want to run?"

Seeing that he couldn't say he was about to run away, Wang Yuan shouted loudly, and then he changed his figure and flashed into the door.

But for some reason, Wang Yuan only felt that the scene in front of him changed and came to an extremely familiar scene. There was a torn sack on the ground, and there were bloodstains under the corners of the wall.

Baihe Liangqi and others were walking here not far away.

“???”

Wang Yuan was a little stunned. Didn’t he get into the small door? Why is he back? Can’t he use it to change his shape?

Thinking of this, Wang Yuan frowned and walked to the door, and walked in.

The scene changed again and Wang Yuan returned to his original place.

"Damn! Is there such a thing?" Wang Yuan was speechless.

This game is really unreasonable, and you can even have such an immoral design.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Yuan entered the door twice in a row, and Bai He Liangqi and others also came over and asked with confusion.

"I seem to be hitting a wall!" Wang Yuan said: "I clearly entered the door but couldn't walk in."

"Ghosts hit the wall? Haha! There are no ghosts in this world? Old Niu, don't talk nonsense!" Hua Feihua laughed.

A Taoist priest told a monk earnestly that there are no ghosts in the world, which is very magical.

"There are no ghosts in the world, aren't there any in the game? Have you never done the Qingming Festival mission?" Wang Yuan asked back.

"What are you doing that thing?" Hua Feihua's answer was very strong, leaving Wang Yuan speechless.

The e-sports dog is indeed crazy.

"This should be a formation." At this time, a short player beside Baihe's wings asked.

This guy is called Qingzhu Xiaosan. He comes from the Murong family and is also a famous master in the circle. This guy is not only strong, but also has a little understanding of formations.

"Formation? What kind of formation is this?" Hearing the word formation, Wang Yuan turned to ask Song Yang.

Without waiting for Song Yang to answer, Qingzhu said: "This is called an illusion array, it should..."

"Wrong! This is not an illusion array!"

Qingzhu sang a little without saying a word, Song Yang interrupted directly: "This is the Four Poles Dragon Maze Formation!"

"Oh? Are you doubting my eyes?" Qingzhu raised her eyebrows and asked Song Yang questioningly.

The Qingzhu Xiaofan is a tactical master. He likes to study formations on weekdays. Such masters are generally very conceited. In their eyes, even if they are far superior to their strength, they are just reckless men with muscles in their minds. A tactical master like him is a genius who controls the situation of the battle.

Along the way, Qingzhu Xiaofan also knew that Song Yang was really good at it, but he was still very confident in the authority of the formation.

"No!"

The honest child Song Yang shook his head and said, "I don't doubt you, I quash you!"

"I..." Qingzhu's small fan was so angry that she almost couldn't get up after being criticized by Song Yang. This girl was so arrogant that she looked unquestionable when she spoke.

"Then can you break it?" Qing Zhu Xiaofan rolled his eyes and asked.

Formation is like a puzzle. It is not difficult to understand the formation. The difficult thing is how to crack it. If you have not practiced the formation specifically, you will not understand the way to crack it, because if you don’t have this technology or your skill level is not enough, the system will not give you cracking tips.

"Simple!"

Song Yang pointed to the left door and said: "Every time the illusion array changes, there is only one array eye. People who don't understand the formation have a quarter chance of being right. The Four-Pole Dragon Array has four array eyes. Every time the illusion, the sequence will be rearranged, and only the right one will be... "

"That sister, I'll disturb you. Can you say something that I can understand?" Song Yang began to talk about professional knowledge, and Wang Yuan was overwhelmed.

When Qingzhu Xiaofan heard Song Yang's words, he was extremely shocked and said excitedly: "Brother Niu, don't make trouble! Miss Wuji, continue to say it! I didn't expect that you not only have a deep cultivation level, but also have such attainments in formation."

As soon as an expert spoke, he knew whether there were people who knew the formation. After Song Yang's words, Qingzhu Xiaofan realized that the girl in front of him not only understood the formation, but was much stronger than himself, because the formation sequences mentioned by Song Yang were all things that Qingzhu Xiaofan had never learned.

Even the top experts in the game have strengths and weaknesses, good operations, tactical ones, and each has its own strengths. Within the same level, good operations are generally not distracted from studying tactics and formations.

Song Yang is not only very good at skill, but also proficient in formations, which really surprised Qingzhu Xiaofan.

No wonder this girl dares to directly reject herself, she really has the confidence.

"That's not!" Wang Yuan hugged Song Yang's shoulder and said proudly: "This girl is a versatile girl. She is all-round and skilled in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and divination. She is all about everything."

"Really? Which sect are you?" Qingzhu Xiaofan was even more surprised when he heard Wang Yuan's praise, and asked with his eyes wide open.

What kind of immortal sect is this that can cultivate such a versatile talent.

"Xiaoyao Sect." Song Yang said lightly.

"Is there such a sect?" Qingzhu Xiaofan asked questions.

"Will I lie to you?" Song Yang asked back.

"Okay, OK!" Wang Yuan said: "If you have that nonsense, you can't tell us quickly."

"Come with me!"

Song Yang greeted everyone and led everyone to a small door on the left, muttering: "As long as this formation is activated once, the sequence will be refreshed, one by one, the first one: first left and the front, then the back door, and finally the right door!"

...

Wang Yuan walked into the four doors in sequence according to the order given by Song Yang. Finally, the scene changed and came to a strange scene.
To be continued...