The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

The Formation Master Competition is divided into three events.

1: Formation deduction: Based on given scenarios, conditions or problems, design and deduce formations within a specified time.

This not only tests the contestants' quick thinking, but also examines their ability to comprehensively consider various factors.

2: Practical operation of formation arrangement. Arrange the designated formation quickly and accurately within the specified time. The winner will be determined by the speed, power and stability of the formation.

Three: Cracking the formation, a competition to test the cracking speed. Faced with various formations arranged by the organizer, the contestants need to find the weaknesses of the formation and crack it in the shortest time possible.

After successfully advancing to the top 32, Zhang Chentian slowly walked down the stage. When he came to Zhou Qi's side, he slightly turned sideways with a humble smile on his face.

"Chentian, you performed very well in this first competition." Zhou Qi's eyes revealed approval as he looked at Zhang Chentian and praised him, his tone full of satisfaction.

Zhang Chentian quickly waved his hand and replied seriously:

"Teacher, you are too kind. Ouyang Na's strength is indeed among the top among the sixth-level mid-grade formation masters. The attainments in formation that she has demonstrated are astonishing.

If she and I were at the same level, it's hard to say who would win. After all, the fact that she can set up a sixth-level mid-grade top-tier formation like the Wind and Thunder Illusion Formation is enough to show her profound background."

Having said that, a hint of admiration flashed in Zhang Chentian's eyes, but then he regained his composure.

"Zhang Chentian comes from a small fourth-grade clan in a declining sixth-grade dynasty. Am I right?" Just as the two were chatting, a feminine voice suddenly came.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a group of people surrounding a young man in a fancy robe walking towards them.

At this moment, the young man in the gorgeous robe was staring at Zhang Chentian with a smile on his face. There seemed to be endless greed hidden in his eyes, as if he was staring at a prey that was about to fall into a trap.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way!" the followers shouted at the people around them.

He walked with confidence, and his followers followed respectfully, as if he was the master of this world.

"Who are you? Why do you know so much about my situation? We have never met before, what do you want to do by doing this?" Zhang Chentian frowned slightly, still maintaining a calm expression on his face, and replied slowly.

At this moment, the most prominent young man in the group raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.

There was a hint of disdain and arrogance in his eyes, as if Zhang Chentian in front of him was as small as an ant in his eyes.

The old man behind the young man had a fierce light in his eyes. He flicked his sleeves and shouted:

"Asshole! Now it's my young master who is asking you a question!" As his words fell, the powerful pressure from the peak of the king realm surged out again.

When the monks around saw this, their faces changed drastically. They were secretly glad that they had left the danger zone in time, but at the same time they couldn't help but watch the movements in the field with curiosity.

Some monks even began to whisper to each other, discussing and guessing the final outcome of this conflict.

However, when the surging pressure approached Zhang Chentian, it seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier and dissipated without a trace.

Everyone present was extremely shocked, and the old man even widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

He thought to himself, "How is this possible? Does he really possess a treasure that can withstand my pressure?"

But he did not give up. Instead, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was ready to exert stronger pressure again to try to force Zhang Chentian to surrender.

"Hey~ Elder Li, what are you doing? We are here to make friends with Brother Zhang. Why don't you put away your arrogance?" Seeing that Elder Li did not embarrass Zhang Chentian, the young man was a little disappointed, but he still turned to the old man and said,

There was no hint of blame in his tone, and anyone could tell that.

"Yes, Young Master, it's the old servant Meng Lang."

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhang. Elder Li was indeed too impulsive and reckless this time. I hope Brother Zhang will not blame him.

To be honest, I'm Li Wushuang, from the Hehuan Sect. I'm sure Brother Zhang has heard of me." Li Wushuang bowed slightly, a barely perceptible gloom flashing across his eyes, his tone still as gentle as ever.

Zhang Chentian stared closely at his seemingly kind but actually hypocritical face, and an irrepressible feeling of disgust surged in his heart, as if countless ants were crawling in his heart.

But he knew very well that he couldn't show it at this moment, so he could only force a smile and responded with a fake smile:

"Oh, so you're the young master of an eighth-rank faction, and you're also a sixth-rank, upper-grade formation master. It's truly an honor to meet you today."

"Brother Zhang, you have reached the enviable level of a sixth-grade supreme formation master at such a young age. Could it be that you have received some mysterious inheritance?

If this is true, I hope Brother Zhang can hand it over to our Hehuan Sect. We will not treat you unfairly and will pay a generous price to exchange it. I hope Brother Zhang will carefully consider it. "

After Li Wushuang finished speaking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a greedy light flashed in his eyes. Although his words were still gentle, the threat contained in them was like a layer of dark clouds quietly covering the surroundings.

Hearing these words, Zhang Chentian's heart was like a ignited powder keg, and endless anger rose in an instant.

He clearly understood that Li Wushuang had done this on purpose. On the one hand, he wanted to cause groundless speculation among the people around him, and on the other hand, he was blatantly threatening him and trying to force him to submit.

He suppressed his anger, controlled his emotions, and said in a relaxed tone, "Master Li, you're joking. I don't have any inheritance. All my skills were taught to me by my master."

"Oh? Really? Then your master should be a strong man without any injuries. I wonder if I can have the honor to meet your master." Li Wushuang narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I'm sorry, Master Xianyunyehe, I don't know where he is now." Zhang Chentian said with a wry smile.

If you think about it carefully, what he said is not wrong. All his skills were taught by Xiaota, and Xiaota is a holy formation master. He is recovering now and cannot be seen.

"That's a pity, but Brother Zhang still has to be careful. There are many forces targeting you. After the competition is over, some geniuses will definitely die. If Brother Zhang figures it out one day, you can come to me at any time and I will provide you with shelter." Li Wushuang said with regret.

"let's go!"