I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

The process of waiting for the formation to break is extremely boring.

However, everyone in the formation spoke up and said that it would take at least an hour before anyone would come out, so before an hour, the formation must have been unresponsive.

There is no doubt about this.

Therefore, just when everyone had been waiting for less than half an hour, the thick white fog suddenly moved in the southeast corner of the field.

Everyone looked surprised.

Including the confident monk surnamed Yang, who also looked extremely surprised, "No, am I still underestimating him? No, no... With his strength, he should be dead within half an hour no matter what." Come on, how could it be less than half an hour..."

Even though what he said was wrong.

But those cloudy eyes were staring at the southeast corner.

Shock.

But there is a bit of expectation.

On the Supreme Sect side, there was silent silence.

Li Yan's strength is indeed good.

But it hasn’t reached this point yet.

So the person who is about to come out will definitely not be Li Yan from their Supreme Sect.

Zimmer walked out of the white mist expressionlessly.

When I came out, I even smoothed out my slightly wrinkled green shirt.

"It's him again!"

"How could it be you?"

Two voices in unison came from the stage.

"Eh? Fellow Daoist Yang, why are you so surprised? Are you not talking about him?"

Another formation member who spoke in a similar voice looked at the monk surnamed Yang with a surprised look on his face.

The latter was obviously even more shocked than him.

"No... I'm talking about the other little guy." After a long while, the monk surnamed Yang finally spoke with difficulty.

The tone was full of complexity.

He couldn't figure it out anyway, why was this person the one who came out first?

The first place in the preliminary selection of Fu Lu was actually the first formation master to break out of the formation?

"Is your senior brother's formation level so good?" Mu Yiqiu asked Ning Ruan in a low voice, "Isn't he the Talisman Master?"

Ning Ruan glanced at her, "Who said a Talisman Master can't be an Array Master?"

"...That's right, what you said makes sense."

Mu Yiqiu nodded seriously.

"..." That makes no sense.

Where does this make sense?

The Lord of the City, who didn't listen deliberately but still heard the conversation between the two, was full of bad things and didn't know how to spit them out.

No matter which aspect you look at, this matter is obviously outrageous.

The monk surnamed Yang also felt that it was outrageous.

But no matter how outrageous, the formation he had set up himself was broken by an unexpected person.

An hour had passed since they entered the formation, and there was another change in the northeast corner.

This time, it was a young man in black who walked out.

His brows were stern, but also showed a little confidence.

Ning Ruan recognized the other party at a glance.

Who else could it be besides Yun Ge?

The monk surnamed Yang also recognized him.

The person he initially favored.

As expected, the opponent just spent an hour leaving the formation.

But he is not the first.

"Brother Yang, your expression...could it be that the little guy you mentioned before is this person?"

Listening to the inquiry from another formation master beside him.

The monk surnamed Yang didn't know what to say.

When he thought of his previous promise that the first person to come out must be the person he was optimistic about... he felt a little embarrassed for no reason.

Yun Ge naturally noticed the expression on the stage of the formation master who had met her once before.

There is weirdness.

There was shock.

What’s more is...regret?

What are you sorry about?

Yun Ge was puzzled.

But in the next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in her peripheral vision.

A figure that almost completely destroyed her self-confidence.

Wearing a green shirt.

Sitting quietly in the corner.

Ning Ruan’s senior brother!

It's him again!

Apparently, he came out before her.

At this moment, Yun Ge finally understood why everyone looked so weird.

She opened her mouth.

There was no trace of the joy of winning second place on his stern face.

There is only shame.

And unwilling.

What she wants is not second place!

Not everyone’s sympathy and regret!

Li Yan, who had high hopes from the Supreme Sect, was the third one to come out.

He was still confident at first, but as soon as he came out, he saw the two people outside.

He almost froze on the spot.

I was speechless for a long time.

By the time the western hour passed, it was already the second day, when the first sun was floating in the east.

Only then did the monk surnamed Yang stand up and make seals with his fingers.

A moment later.

The white fog dissipated on the competition ground and everything returned to calm.

Only a few dozen monks were left at a loss, looking at each other in a rather embarrassed manner.

"Those who haven't broken the formation will be eliminated first, and those who break the formation will draw lots to divide their ancestors, and they will compete in pairs."

"What? The first one to be eliminated? You obviously didn't before..." Someone changed their color in fear and subconsciously questioned.

But the only thing that greeted him was the cold voice of monk surnamed Yang:

"Didn't I say that those who can't break the formation will be eliminated? Ha, you are here to participate in the competition. My formation is not simple to say it is simple, but it is not difficult to say it is difficult. You cannot break the formation within the Western Hours. Obviously There is no need to continue.”

This was almost like pointing at the other person's nose and calling him a loser.

The monk who asked the question looked ugly, but no matter how ugly he looked, he couldn't refute the words of a master formation master and a monk in the twelfth realm in public.

After the first time Zimmer broke the formation was announced.

The eliminated monks finally left the competition venue without saying a word.

Just kidding, there is a precedent of breaking the formation in less than half an hour.

How can they have the nerve to cry out for injustice?

The draw was quick.

Test faster.

Zimmer's opponent didn't even have to say any unnecessary nonsense after knowing that he was facing the formation genius who was the first to break the formation.

The first connection is the strongest killing formation.

The strongest blow.

He was destined to lose anyway, so he might as well lose in a good way.

And the results are obvious.

He did lose.

It was obvious that he had used the strongest killing formation without any hesitation, but he still didn't break even a single bit of the opponent's defense.

A mere defensive formation was so strong that he didn't dare think about how powerful the opponent would be if they also set up a killing formation.

Is he afraid that he will be beaten to death on the spot in the competition venue?

When he thought of this, the monk who had just admitted defeat bowed to Zimo with great solemnity, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for sparing my life."

Zimmer: "???"