Cultivation: My disciples are all big villains

After Luo He looked around for two times, he stood there without moving.

These formations are really...

It's so fucking bad.

It was so bad that Luo He even uttered dirty words in his heart.

To be honest, with Luo He's current attainments in formations, these formations are like graffiti drawn by ignorant children, it is really difficult to catch the eye.

"Luo He, how do you look? Are you sure you can reach the top two hundred?" Lu Ziheng asked cautiously.

Jing Yunzong really dabbled too little in the area of ​​formation, and Lu Ziheng was naturally unwilling.

This time, he discovered Luo He's talent, and knew that Luo He's formation skills were indeed superb, but he didn't know how high it was.

He thought, as long as Luo He can make Jingyunzong reach the top two hundred, then Jingyunzong can be considered proud.

If it can surpass Moyunzong, it will be the most brilliant time for Jingyunzong's formation!

If Luo He knew what Lu Ziheng was thinking, he might spit out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at Lu Ziheng's hopeful eyes, Luo He actually wanted to tell him: These formations are rubbish, and I can take the first place if I play casually.

It's a pity that Luo He's creed is dog and stability!

If he, a member of Jingyunzong, showed too strong formation talent, he might be coveted by many parties and cause a lot of trouble.

"Ah, you are that Luo He of Jingyun Sect, you are number one in formation, come and practice!"

Luo He didn't want to experience this kind of scene.

Luo He Dayi said awe-inspiringly: "Sovereign, I have seen today what a hero in the world is. These people's formation skills are indeed very powerful. But don't worry, I, Luo He, will do everything I can. It will make Jingyunzong break into the top two hundred."

After saying these words, Luo He couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay, okay, the rise of my Jingyunzong formation is now!"

People who didn't know thought that Jing Yunzong was going to hit the top of the formation contest!
However, when it came to the top of the list, Luo He's eyes turned cold.

Indeed, after looking at so many formations just now, there is nothing to catch your eye.

Except, this time at the top of the list.

His formation is indeed very exquisite, although it is not as good as Luo He, but it is not comparable to those who participated in the formation competition this time.

The two are completely incomparable.

Therefore, Luo He came to a conclusion.

This ratio is very likely to be the legendary hanger, which is the son of luck that Luo He has been talking about.

No way, the first child of luck in life is about to meet here?
"Okay, Elder Luo He, the formation competition is about to begin, let's go quickly."

Luo He nodded, wanting to confirm whether the opponent is the son of luck, and then he will know everything when he is on the field.

Following Lu Ziheng, there are always endless competitions.

Luo He was speechless, obviously Lu Ziheng and Qiu Zitian faced each other again.

I don't know where Moyunzong got the confidence to talk about Jingyunzong. Obviously, their formation background is not very high, otherwise they would not only be ranked 180th.

But when the two were arguing, Luo He had already started to think.

Well, I want to put water from the Pacific Ocean?
Or the waters of the Pacific Ocean plus the Atlantic Ocean?
Alas, this is really a difficult problem to control.

Luo He must grasp this scale well, not only to appear a little outstanding, but not to appear too outstanding.

For the first time, Luo He knew that loading vegetables is also a difficult task.

However, Lu Ziheng came over and patted Luo He on the shoulder: "Luo He, don't be nervous, just treat it as a normal formation training. Although our goal is indeed very great, people still have dreams. "

Luo He nodded, suzerain, your goal is too ambitious.

The game is about to start, and all the players are on the stage.

Then, the crowd suddenly boiled up, and Luo He also followed the crowd's gaze.

"It's Master Zhang!"

"Sure enough, it is Master Zhang. Only Master Zhang can have such a calm demeanor!"

Sure enough, surrounded by everyone, a young man walked into the competition scene of the formation competition.

Luo He had found Lu Ziheng and asked about his information before.

Zhang Fan, a member of the Zhang family in Taiyuan, has a fifth-level psychic cultivation, and he is also the number one person in the formation conference today.

It turned out that Zhang Fan was still looked down upon by others when he first entered the formation conference.But later, he engraved a very rare "spirit pressure formation", and won the leader in yesterday's formation meeting in one fell swoop.

And his fame spread from this time, everyone called him Master Zhang.

From this, it is enough to see that his formation talent is very amazing.

When seeing these materials, Luo He keenly captured the word "Taiyuan".

If Luo He remembered correctly, Song Chufeng also came to Taiyuan City, and it was this Zhang Fan who wiped out the Song family.

And his performance did not disappoint Luo He at all.

First, he entered the formation conference and was looked down upon by all kinds of people, and then engraved with the supreme formation, directly slapped everyone in the face.

In the end, he became famous and successfully won the title "Master Zhang".

All of this is a standard child of luck plot template.

"Hey, that fan is indeed a dragon among men, and his mastery of formation techniques is really amazing!"

When Luo He heard this voice, it turned out to be his suzerain.

Well, apparently the suzerain was almost brainwashed.

"However, Luo He, our goal is still to break into the top two hundred. Although that sail is strong in formation, it does not pose any threat to us!"

Lu Ziheng said seriously.

Luo He: ...

Suzerain, can we stop rushing into the top [-] at every turn?

Moreover, it’s okay to mention it, but can the voice be softer, or you can use sound transmission.

Your voice is so loud that everyone around you can hear it.

Sure enough, the eyes of the people around were all on Lu Ziheng.

Luo He held his forehead again.

There is no one left with such a suzerain at the stall.

Luo He didn't look at Lu Ziheng, and then looked away, but his eyes met Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan also felt that Luo He seemed to be very difficult at first, so he took care of him specially.

Then, he used the "magic eye" taught by his master to see through people's cultivation to detect Luo He's cultivation.

"I thought it was some important person, but it turned out to be a third-level psychic waste." Zhang Fan thought to himself.

Then, he left without looking back.

Obviously, Luo He has lost his interest in observing.

Luo He didn't care either, after all, sons of luck with stinky farts always look at people with their nostrils.

Moreover, Luo He could feel that he was testing himself just now.

It's a pity that there are bursts of cover on his body, so he naturally can't see it.