In Seclusion for 10,000 Years, The Descendants Come to the Door at the Start

The Twelve Panlong Forms were one of Lin Yichen's unique formation techniques, and when he was about to leave, he passed it on to Zheng Muqiu.

At that time, he was in a hurry to do the task, so after only teaching Zheng Muqiu the first style, he left in a hurry.

Therefore, the following eleven poses were all practiced by Zheng Muqiu himself.

As a result, now that he is back, Lin Yichen sees that he has practiced all wrong!

Now, he finally understands why the latter has been difficult to advance to the formation master, you are so wrong, and you are a hairy formation master.

It's not bad if you don't practice!

And when Lin Yichen thought like this, at this moment, on that platform.

Zheng Muqiu's formation has also come to an end.

I saw that under his fingertips, a mysterious and mysterious formation had been formed, with more than 100,000 kinds of runes flickering in it, linked together by wisps of formations.

According to a strange law and line, combined together.

Then, following Zheng Muqiu's index finger, it was like the finishing touch.

In a matter of seconds, the originally lifeless formation suddenly came to life.

"Buzz--!!"

Immediately, the formation burst out with intense brilliance, and on the high sky, seven incomparably huge stars condensed.

Every star seems to be real, with an ancient and wild atmosphere, splendid and stunning.

But in the ultimate beauty, there is a vast murderous intention, which makes people feel chills.

Zheng Muqiu stood on the high platform at this time, looked at the monks around, and said, "This formation is called the Seven Stars Heavenly Killing Formation, please taste it."

"The Seven-Star Heavenly Killing Array, this is the legendary Seven-Star Heavenly Killing Array, it really is a heaven-level formation!"

"Good guy, I'm such a direct good guy, this is the formation everyone, too strong, too strong!"

"The sky-level formation can be arranged in an instant. It seems that the master of the Zheng family is not far from the grand master."

"When will I reach the level of the head of the Zheng family!"

The people around were all staring at the dazzling Seven-Star Heavenly Killing Array, dazzled and full of longing on their faces.

However, none of them noticed that Zheng Muqiu's expression flashed with pain for a moment.

They didn't see it, but Lin Yichen saw it clearly.

"This little brat, how many times have I told him that the practice of the Panlong Twelve Forms must not be completed quickly, otherwise it will leave Dao injuries. Hey, it is really annoying to take the father's words as a deaf ear."

Lin Yichen shook his head helplessly.

Thinking like this, he stepped gently, walked out of the crowd, and walked towards the high platform.

At this time, the surrounding monks were all around, and no one bothered Zheng Muqiu.

Therefore, when he moved, it was extremely conspicuous.

Suddenly, a lot of eyes looked at him.

"Huh? Whose kid, what's the trouble with such an important occasion?"

"Maybe I admire the Zheng family too much. I want to observe it up close. I can understand this feeling."

"No matter how much you worship, you can't go up at this time, it's too disrespectful!"

"Don't worry, Patriarch Zheng hates the fact that someone makes trouble when he is setting up the formation. I have a hunch that this kid will be scolded and cried by Patriarch Zheng!"

"Indeed, I think so too. I dare to disturb the Zheng family when he is setting up the formation. I just want to say to this kid, go all the way."

"But one thing to say, this kid is really handsome."

"......"

The people around pointed at Lin Yichen, most of them thought that he was because he admired Zheng Muqiu too much, so he went up alone.

Moreover, Zheng Muqiu will soon be kicked off the stage, everyone is waiting to see a good show.

But none of them noticed.

When Zheng Muqiu saw this young man in white, he slowly opened his mouth and was completely stunned there.

After a while.

Lin Yichen walked to the high platform, looked at Zheng Muqiu opposite, and said, "Come here."

Just two words, but it made everyone present stay there.

Afterwards, these people looked at Lin Yichen like a lunatic.

He is finished, he dares to speak to the head of the Zheng family in such a bossy tone, does he know who he is facing!

Then he is the master of the formation, the owner of the Zheng family, one of the three major formation families, in the Eastern Qinglong Zhen District!

In a word, a terrifying existence that 100,000 Array Masters have to serve!

You are a stinky little boy, I am afraid that you are not seeking death!

Everyone has already foreseen that Zheng Muqiu will be furious and suppress this kid on the spot, and it is not even necessary to shoot him to death!

However, what left them all stunned.

After the young man in white said 'come here', Zheng Muqiu actually walked over.

Even, the expression on his face not only did not show any signs of anger, on the contrary, it was full of excitement.

Huh? Excited?

Everyone present felt that they were dreaming, when did the master Zheng have such a good temper.

When someone interrupted the formation, not only was he not angry, but he also looked happy!

Lin Yichen didn't pay attention to the gazes around him, he looked at Zheng Muqiu who was agitated and confused, and said lightly:

"You can't do this formation. How many times have I told you that the soul force should not be released at one time, otherwise the later stage of the formation will be exhausted due to the emptiness of the soul force."

"The Yuan force that this Beidou Seven Killing Formation can control is also about 20% less than what I expected. It must be that you are not familiar with this formation."

"Also, have you only studied the formation technique and stopped cultivating over the years, only to increase the formation technique, not the cultivation base, for the cultivation of the Heavenly Cave Realm, you kid, okay?"

"However, it doesn't really matter. The most important thing is that you actually practiced my Panlong 12-style wrong 11-style. How did I tell you back then?

on the high platform.

When Zheng Muqiu heard these words, there was no unhappiness or anger on his face, only deep excitement and shame.

Back then, he had made an oath, saying that when he saw his father next time, he would definitely become a master of the formation.

But now, when he sees his father again, he has not been able to fulfill his promise back then and completely failed his father's expectations.

"My son knows. After my son goes back, he will go back to the little dark room and stay by himself."

Hearing this, Lin Yichen's expression gradually softened and he nodded.

And all the people around, at this moment, all their scalps are numb.

What is the origin of that young man in white, how is it sacred!

He was actually instructing Patriarch Zheng, instructing a formation, how should everyone set up the formation?

Oh my God!

At this moment, their expressions were not shocked, but distorted, and they were about to crack!