I'm a cannon fodder, and it makes sense to know 100 million points of skills, right?

Chapter 123
"She said she was going to participate in the last competition? Did I hear it correctly?"

Zhong Lingge walked out of the stands for a while before the monks in the stands realized that she meant to participate in the formation competition.

The sound of kowtows was immediately drowned out by the surprised comments.

"She still knows formations?"

"Is she in the middle stage of Qi refining? Could it be that she suppressed her realm in the foundation building stage?"

"How is it possible? She entered the Linglu Secret Realm not long ago and couldn't enter the foundation building stage at all. Maybe she was just cultivating monsters!"

"I remember that she tested out the Heavenly Grade Spiritual Roots during the recruitment ceremony. The eyes of the deacons in charge of recruitment in each sect lit up. When they saw that she had five spiritual roots, they all rejected her. Who knew her talent was so amazing? She must have regretted it to death!"

"Let's go, let's see if she can really break up the formation or make up for it!"

Everyone's attention was drawn away by Zhong Lingge, and they no longer stayed to watch the disciples of the Immortal Cauldron Sect kowtow.

"Don't stop, I won't leave until you finish."

Lan Siyue guessed that Zhong Lingge would go to the dressing area to recover first. She was not in a hurry to squeeze in this moment, so she would not let the person in front of her miss a sound!
The Immortal Cauldron Sect disciple's forehead was damaged, and he was forced to continue due to the death threat just now. He was really frustrated to the extreme.

After he kowtowed for the last time, Lan Siyue and the Lin siblings left the stands. After walking a few steps, they heard wailing from behind.

"Tsk, you're so squeamish." Lin Wu looked back and realized that some of the clan disciples were just like the rumors. They were unreasonable and unreasonable and couldn't stand any grievance. They were really annoying.

However, during this trip, they also came into contact with many clan disciples who were different from the rumors, which subverted their inherent impressions.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, do you know the Southern Fortune-telling Alliance that Zhong Daoyou has been with before?" Lin Wu used to be wary of any organization of casual cultivators, especially when he heard that he had to pay a dues of [-] spirit stones. He always joked that Those who join the alliance are all idiots who are stupid and have many spiritual stones.

But after getting in touch with Zhong Lingge, she suddenly became interested in the casual cultivator alliance.

Lan Siyue thought for a while, briefly explained what she knew, and then asked, "Do you want to join?"

Lin Wu nodded: "I didn't really trust him at first, but I can trust Zhong Daoyou's choice."

Lan Siyue said seriously: "Although she refuses to admit it and is always lazy, I believe she can change the future of the Immortal Cultivation Realm. The fortune-telling alliance may be a necessary part."

Lin Wu was thoughtful, and became more determined to join the Nansuan Alliance.

*
Zhong Lingge drank half a bottle of spiritual wine and a pot of three-flavor restorative tea, and her spiritual power and sea of ​​consciousness quickly returned to their peak. She walked out of the dressing area and went straight to the formation gate leading to the formation competition without a moment's delay.

The stands were already full of people, and Lan Siyue and the Lin family siblings also arrived first. She waved to them from a distance and quickly squeezed through the crowd towards the entrance to the formation.

There were fewer contestants in the formation competition than in the alchemy competition. Zhong Lingge glanced around and saw a total of 110 people. It could be seen that there were very few low-level monks in the lower realm who had the energy to study the four arts.

She heard from her senior brothers and sisters that more than 20 or 500 years ago, there could still be [-] people participating in the Qi Refining Dan Formation Competition. Today's cultivation environment is really sluggish, so everyone will be busy with the most important advancement, instead of "Waste" time and energy on the four arts.

Seeing that no one was coming, the guarding deacon closed the entrance to the competition area and asked the 110 contestants to divide into two teams and enter the same two formations.

"For the sake of fairness, the formations for this formation competition were jointly arranged by the major clans in the east. The formations are the Nine Palaces and Bagua Combination Formation, including the illusion formation, the confusion formation, the trap formation, and the attack formation adjusted to the lowest power. The competition lasts for two hours. The first one to escape from the formation wins, and so on. The severity of the injury does not affect the ranking."

Zhong Lingge stood in the second team, with a desert of phantom formations in front of him. The formation mantra in his mind moved on its own, carving the formation below into his memory.

But this time she did not check the method of dismantling the formation, nor did she take the initiative to learn the location of the formation base in advance.She wanted to take this opportunity to test the results of practicing the formation. If she relied on the mantra, walking on this small formation would be as easy as walking on flat ground. If she could get out of it in less than a few dozen breaths, she would probably shock the whole audience.

"Contestants please be prepared and enter the battle——"

The deacon's voice fell and Zhong Lingge took a step forward. The desert suddenly turned into a lively and bustling street scene, with people walking around everywhere.

It looks very real at first glance, but the level of the illusion array is not high, and the expressions of the people gathered there are dull, and it is obvious at a glance that it is an illusion.

Zhong Lingge silently recited the formula to determine the direction. He had to find the true southeast, northwest and direction in the formation in order to determine where the formation base was buried.

Different from the illusion she saw, when burying the formation base, the person setting up the formation must move to the fixed point according to the true direction and spiritual veins of the Immortal Realm, otherwise one step will be wrong and the other will be wrong.

Formation is a game of finding reality from fiction. Zhong Lingge enjoyed it and quickly found the first formation base.

What the competition required was not to break the formation simply and roughly, but to resolve it. She needed to determine the base of the formation and find a way out based on her understanding of the formation.

The combination formation has many and messy bases. If too much time is spent, the spiritual consciousness will not be enough to sustain it until the moment of walking out. The lack of consciousness in the formation is more terrible than the lack of spiritual power.

In the stands.

Many monks were whispering that they couldn't see the illusion of the formation condensing. They saw more than 100 deacons walking from one end to the other. Whoever walked faster meant that the formation was solved faster.

The person who is far ahead at this moment is Zhong Lingge.

"How many surprises does she have!"

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have glared at her in the Linglu Secret Realm. Is it still too late to make friends now?"

"She is number one in alchemy, and also in formations. No wonder the True Monarch of Transformation God will accept her as a closed disciple."

Lan Siyue is very proud of Zhong Lingge, and at the same time she has a stronger ambition. She wants to become a better and more powerful person like her friends. Maybe one day she can also contribute to the realm of immortal cultivation!

*
"Zhong Lingge's mother is the third elder of the Wu family?"

The great elder of Xianding Sect, Qu Zhuiyue, moved his consciousness and lifted up the little Qi Refining cultivator who was kneeling on the ground.

"Sit down and talk. You're welcome."

"This junior has a low status and dare not sit with real people. I only came here because I saw Zhong Lingge bullying the disciples of your sect and couldn't stand it. Her mother's name is Wu Yaoguang. She was once the third elder of the Wu family who was most likely to advance to become a god, and she was also I once strongly supported Wu Hongqu in inheriting the Demon Sect’s inheritance!”

Qu Zhuiyue was overjoyed. She originally thought she would have to endure this, but unexpectedly, in a twist of events, the handle came to her door on her own initiative.Regardless of whether the news is true or false, she can pass it off as true, so it doesn't matter whether it is true or false.

But she was very curious as to why this little evil cultivator of Qi Refining took the risk of attaching a breath-changing charm and came to her in Gaomi.

"What's your name? What's your grudge against her? Tell the truth. Don't be afraid."

The little female cultivator lowered her eyes and looked at the ground with a deep voice. "Junior Zhong Yayun and Zhong Lingge are junior cousins ​​and enemies of the genocide."

(End of this chapter)