Chapter 909: Four-Pole Lost Dragon Formation(2/2)
The scene at this time is finally no longer the scene that was repeated just now, but a large yard. In front of the yard is a hall with three words written on it [Guangming Hall].
"I'm in!" After seeing the Light Hall, Wang Yuan sent a message on the channel.
Close the chat box, Wang Yuan suddenly heard a cold voice behind him: "It's interesting! Someone can break through my Four Pole Dragon Misfortune Formation! The six major sects do have some tricks!"
“??”
Wang Yuan turned around and saw five strange-shaped guys standing behind him.
Wang Yuan had just seen the leader. The monk Budai said that there was a thin man with disheveled hair and extremely mean face on the left, and a young man in white holding a folding fan on the right, who was also the one who had just spoken.
Later, the two were monks and Taoists. The monks looked peaceful, wearing white monk's robes, the Taoists wore an iron crown on their heads, pinching their hands, and looking like an old stick.
"Five scattered people?" Wang Yuan asked tentatively.
It may be one of the five scattered people, and there are five more people here. As long as you are not stupid, you can guess the names of these people.
"Who the hell are you talking about whom?"
The mean middle-aged man with disheveled hair said stumbledly: "The five of us are scattered people. I have a name for myself. Zhou Dian is me. I heard that you stuffed Yang Xiao's dog thing into a cesspool and drowned. I admire you very much! But you, a bastard donkey, came to besiege Guangmingding, but I can't let you go."
This squeaky Shabi is Zhou Dian, who is different from the bag from the Murong family and is known as the two major savages in the world. He often uses two famous quotes on the forum to argue with each other. Wang Yuan had long heard of his name.
As Zhou Dian reported to his home, his information was displayed on his head.
The young man in white is called Leng Qian, Mr. Leng Qian.
The monk behind is the honest monk Peng Yingyu...
As for the Taoist with an iron hat, his name is as good as his own, the Taoist with an iron hat is Zhang Zhong.
These guys are all first-class experts at level 100 and have extraordinary strength.
Taoist Tieguan raised his head and looked at Wang Yuan's head with a divine voice: "Although this great monk has a high level of cultivation, there are other people who break the formation! And they are coming in soon!"
"hehe!"
Leng Qian smiled slightly and said, "Do you know why I set up this Four-Pole Dragon Maze Array?"
"Isn't it just to keep them out, why are you pretending to be big-headed garlic?" Zhou Dian's pen went crazy and even bit his own people.
"snort!"
Leng Qian said: "You mad dog, you know nothing! The Four Pole Dragon Misty Formation can only enter one person at a time, so even if the masters of the six major sects can crack my formation, they will come in one by one to die!"
"Haha! It's worthy of being a cold butt gentleman. It's really despicable. Zhou Dian has convinced you!" Zhou Dian laughed and said, "It's useless to say more. Let's go together and kill this monk first!"
As he said that, Zhou Dian screamed strangely, jumped to Wang Yuan with a flash, pulled out a long knife from behind, and stabbed Wang Yuan in the chest.
The sharp knife cut through the air and made a hissing sound, obviously the internal force was not weak.
Wang Yuan took a step back, and was about to stretch his left hand forward, using a move to grab Zhou Dian's wrist.
Chapter completed!