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"Father, it seems that the foreign devil has encountered a tough situation this time. The four monks are so powerful. I feel that the foreign devil cannot break their formation at all."

In the back, the three people in the wheelchair never moved, nor did they look at how Wukong and the others arranged their formation.

Now that so much time has passed, Dhruv on the big screen has obviously encountered a problem, and Xiaoyun couldn't help but express her opinion.

"These four monks are really powerful. If the four of them join forces, I'm afraid few will be their opponents. Even I am not their opponent. However, from my father's perspective, they will still lose!" the wheelchair man said seriously. .

"Father." Xiaoyun pursed her lips. This was the first time she heard a person in a wheelchair say that he was inferior to someone else. But she immediately said: "Then they are also outnumbered, so they are nothing. By the way, why do you say that the four of them will definitely lose?"

"Although they are powerful, they are in a mystery and don't know it. They can't find the formation. No matter how high their cultivation level is, they can't break the formation. Although the foreign devil is in trouble, it is only temporary. I can guarantee that he will not be able to use it. How long will it take before we can find a breakthrough?" The wheelchair man said again with certainty.

"Real or false." Xiaoyun was somewhat unconvinced.

The young man on the side said: "Xiaoyun, what a sharp eye the master has. Since he said so, it must be like this. The only person here who can break the formation of the foreign devils is the master."

"Yeah. I think so too." Xiaoyun nodded.

Time continued to pass, and ten minutes passed.

Dhruv still seemed to have no solution, and the four great monks also had not broken Dhruv's formation.

There was more discussion in front of the big screen, and it was obvious to everyone that the four monks were very likely to win Dhruv.

As for what a monk said before, "The world's magic comes from Erlin," no one cared about it anymore.

After all, all this depends on strength.

Wu Neng and Zhenren Lu were supervising Dhruv's breaking of the formation. They were closest to Dhruv and could not only clearly see Dhruv sweating, but also Dhruv's anxiety.

Since the fight, this was the first time that Dhruv was in trouble. Seeing this, Master Wu Neng's face became even more proud. He turned to look at Master Lu, smiled faintly, and made a gesture.

Although he didn't say anything, his smile and gestures made it clear, "You see, the foreign devils are no longer good, and we have to be more powerful masters of the Buddhist sect. The Buddha's Dharma is boundless, and he dares to fight with us. It is simply unbelievable." Use your own strength, and it’s still not too late to turn around and get back to the right side.”

The great monk's arrogance almost made Master Lu angry to death. In helpless successive competitions, not only the masters of Yangchun Guan were defeated, but also Taoist Master Hao, who was invited from Zhongnan Mountain.

These days, whoever has the most ability has the final say. Those who lose can only watch helplessly.

At this time, Dhruv suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground. He didn't want the astrolabe anymore and put it aside. Instead, he took out the Holy Lesson from his arms.

He held the Holy Lesson in his hands and began to recite it eloquently.

No one knew what he was chanting, but soon, a strange phenomenon happened.

The "Holy Lesson" in Dhruv's hand slowly rose up and floated above his head.

Seeing this in front of the big screen, everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a move before, it was like a magic trick.

"Look, look! His dictionary is floating." "How does it float? Can it fly?" "Is it a hanging wire?" "No way." "It's really weird! "Look at the Feng Shui competition, it turns into a trick!" "Interesting!"

Everyone focused their attention on Dhruv. The camera was well positioned and captured Dhruv very clearly.

I saw that the sweat on Dhruv's forehead was gradually increasing, and the sweat was dripping down drop by drop, just like taking a sauna. Not only that, the color on Dhruv's face also changed. He is white and looks white to begin with. But now, the skin has become paler, without any blood color, and looks a bit like a vampire on TV.

Just when everyone was only concerned about Dhruv, someone suddenly said, "Look, look, those four monks are sweating while chanting sutras!"

After hearing this, everyone looked at the other screen.

I saw four great monks on the screen sitting in a circle in a diamond shape, facing each other. They were still talking incessantly, but there was also sweat dripping from their heads, and it was getting more and more, no less than the sweat dripping from Dhruv.

The four old monks' faces were very rosy before, but at this moment, their faces began to turn pale, almost like Dhruv, with bloodless faces.

A lot of sweat was stained on the faces of the four monks, and it flowed down later.

"Why are you sweating so much!" "Yeah, what's going on? Isn't it just chanting sutras?" "It's a talent to be able to sweat so much while chanting sutras!" "Isn't that foreign devil sweating too?" "People. The foreign devils at least have a dictionary floating around, and the four of them are just chanting sutras!"

The guests present were not sure what was going on, and they started talking one by one and making wild guesses. But people who know something about it have already vaguely seen the clues.

The people from Wudang Taoist Temple and the people from Baimei Palace stand about the same distance apart.

In the White Eyebrow Palace, a girl's voice rang out, "Uncle Master, this Dhruv can't find the formations of the four masters, so now he can only force the formation. Looking at the current situation, this formation is very effective It may be supplemented by the vitality of the four masters. Once it is breached by Dhruv, this one will probably be in bad luck, or at least his vitality will be severely damaged."

Her voice was not loud, but Zhang Yu could hear her clearly.

Zhang Yu turned around and looked over. The person speaking was none other than Shangguan Ning.

Shangguan Ning had also set up a formation before, and it could be said that everything was smooth and stable, better than Zhang Qingfeng and others.

Now that she said such words, it also showed that her vision was extraordinary.

Jia Zhenren nodded and said: "Xiao Ning, your vision is indeed good. These four masters are blessing the true essence of life on the formation. With the combined power of the four people, the power of this formation is evident. But This foreign devil's cultivation seems to be higher, and he can actually suppress the four of them now."

Even Shangguan Ning saw it, and masters such as Zhenren Zhang and Daozhang Hao also saw it. Such a formation would be too dangerous. Some people had thought about it before, but they never dared.

Zhang Zhenren couldn't help but secretly feel happy now. He had thought about it before, but he was a little afraid of Dhruv, so he didn't dare to show off like this. Now I see that the four great monks are all on the verge of death. If I act like this, it's hard to say what will happen to me.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "I'm vomiting blood!"

In fact, there is no need to shout, everyone has seen it.

On the screen of the four great monks, the four of them spit out blood almost at the same time, and the blood sprayed on the faces of their companions, which was bloody.

Immediately afterwards, the four great monks fell backward together again.

Almost at the same time, a shout came from the loudspeaker, "Mr. Dhruv has broken the formation, please ask three other notaries and four masters to go and verify!"