Chapter 1171 Sorry!

The formation is broken!

Seeing the small array in Yang Zhen's hands, everyone exclaimed.

Weng Yongli had a gloomy look of surprise and uncertainty on his face, and now he didn't even have the time and desire to speak, so he hastily immersed his mind in the stone tablet.

Even Lin Miaoyi didn't dare to delay, following Weng Yongli, she hurriedly began to comprehend the Twelve Qinglians.

Compared with comprehending the Twelve Qinglians, whether they can win this competition is a trivial matter.

After all, it is Qinglian Sect that does not transmit supernatural powers. This kind of supreme skill is even very precious to Lin Miaoyi from Qinglian Sect, not to mention Urn Yongli from Tiansheng Sect.

Glancing at Yang Zhen who was still studying the formation, Weng Yongli's eyes flashed a gloomy look. This time, the contest was about who could comprehend the twelve green lotuses in the stele, but it was only because of the Ksitigarbha in the stele. The three of them couldn't decipher the Kaiyuan Formation, so they decided to settle for the next best thing. Now that Yang Zhen has deciphered the formation, no matter if he hit it by mistake or he has a plan, Weng Yongli still has a little admiration for Yang Zhen.

But it's just admiration, the comprehension of Twelve Qinglian is the final result of this competition.

In terms of talent for comprehending exercises, Weng Yongli has never encountered anyone who is stronger than him.

In a quick glance, Yang Zhen seemed to be still studying the array, this bastard was not in a hurry?

There are Twelve Qinglians in the stele, even in Qinglianmen, not everyone can practice, and with Qinglianmen's style of doing things, they will definitely do something on top of the Twelve Qinglians. Once comprehended, the Twelve Qinglian Kungfu will disappear in the stone tablet, preventing it from being comprehended by the second person.

Weng Yongli snorted coldly, with a look of contempt on his face, when I comprehend the Twelve Qinglians, I will let you know that the person who laughs last is me, Weng Yongli, not you Yang Zhen!

Weng Yongli, who was full of confidence, immersed himself in it. In the stands, Zhou Tong frowned and looked at Yang Zhen, a little puzzled.

Granny Chenggui regained that half-smile look on her face, but she looked at Zhou Tong at this time, a little gloating.

Those who can be brought to participate in this three-mountain conference by three strong men who are close to the door, which one is not a super-talented genius, if you slow down a little, you may not even be able to see the skills of Twelve Qinglian, Yang Zhen Not even in a hurry?

Yang Zhen was not in a hurry, Zhou Tong was in a hurry, he glanced at Granny Chenggui and the fake old man, and sure enough, he saw expressions of gloating on their faces.

Granny Chenggui has full confidence in Weng Yongli, and the bastard False Old Daoist must know that whether it is Lin Miaoyi who has comprehended the Twelve Qinglians, or Weng Yongli who has comprehended the Twelve Qinglians, the cultivation method of the Twelve Qinglians in the stone tablet , will surely disappear.

In this way, Yang Zhen only focused on studying the array, and probably didn't even have a chance to catch a glimpse of Twelve Qinglian.

Zhou Tong was a little anxious. Even the strong man who was close to the door could hardly hold his breath. In the end, everyone couldn't help it. Just as they were about to speak, Weng Yongli suddenly trembled, opened his eyes in surprise, and looked towards the stands Look up.

kindness?

Zhou Tong was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the fake old man strangely.

"What's the matter?" The fake old man asked, frowning. The expression on Weng Yongli's face was really weird, as if someone had cheated him, but he dared not speak out. It's a blank look.

Weng Yongli's face was bluish and uncertain, but he didn't dare to stare at the fake old Taoist, just when he was about to speak, Lin Miaoyi suddenly yelled, and also backed out.

An urn Yongli is already jaw-dropping, and now that even Lin Miaoyi has withdrawn, did something happen to the stele?

Seeing that even Lin Miaoyi had retreated, the expression on Weng Yongli's face became even more resentful, he stared up at the fake old man, hesitating to speak.

Granny Cheng Gui snorted softly, glanced at the fake old man, and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

Hearing Granny Chenggui's words, Weng Yongli seemed to have summoned up his courage, and said loudly: "Master, the stele is empty, there are no Twelve Green Lotuses at all, and there is... nothing in it!"

What?

Hearing this, everyone present was taken aback for a moment, and immediately turned their attention to the fake old man.

The fake old Taoist whispered: "Impossible, the old man crushed the Jade Slips of Inheritance and engraved them into the stone tablet. Even the small method in it was engraved by the old man himself. How could it not be?"

Weng Yongli gritted his teeth, and said unwillingly: "But, there is indeed nothing inside!"

At this time, Lin Miaoyi glanced at Yang Zhen with a strange expression, and then a ridiculous look flashed in his eyes, and he turned to the fake old Taoist and said, "Master, it's empty inside!"

"This is impossible!"

The fake old Taoist trembled all over, stood up and was about to step off the stage, when suddenly he heard an oh, his whole body trembled.

Yang Zhen laughed out loud, looking at the array plate in his hand, he couldn't help but muttered to himself: "So that's how it is. The senior who portrayed this array plate is really a genius. He has learned and learned. This time, he didn't come in vain."

Speaking of this, Yang Zhen was taken aback for a moment, looked up at a group of people with burning eyes around him, and asked in surprise, "Did something happen?"

The fake old man snorted coldly, and while walking down the stands, he murmured to himself: "Why not, the old man clearly carved the twelve green lotuses in it with his own hands...how could it suddenly disappear..."

Weng Yongli didn't get the Twelve Qinglians, and he was full of resentment in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about this kind of accident, he could only wait for the development of the matter, and unconsciously looked at Yang Zhen, this bastard, his luck is really good .

If the Twelve Green Lotuses were carved into the stele again, wouldn't Yang Zhen also have a chance?

I'm really not reconciled!

Weng Yongli gave Yang Zhen a bitter look.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly looked at the false old Taoist with a blank face and said, "That... isn't there only one person who can comprehend the Twelve Qinglians?"

"Yes!" The fake old man replied subconsciously, as if he was still thinking about why Twelve Qinglian suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, the false old Taoist was shocked all over, and looked towards Yang Zhen in surprise.

After a while, everyone came to their senses and looked at Yang Zhen with a dazed expression, their eyes widening.

Yang Zhen waved the formation disk in his hand, and said, "I'm sorry, when I closed the formation disk just now, I comprehended the Twelve Qinglians by the way."

Hearing this, everyone present had the urge to scold their mothers.

What does it mean to be comprehended by the way?

If Twelve Qinglian is so easy to comprehend, it will not become the supreme skill of Qinglian sect.

Not to mention by the way, even if Twelve Qinglian, the gatekeeper of Qinglian, made it public, if everyone present can comprehend it with a slap in the face, that would be considered a gathering of geniuses, and you actually said... comprehended by the way?

Zhou Tong heaved a long sigh of relief, he laughed, and looked at the fake old man with a gloating expression on his face.

"I'm afraid you don't know how high this bastard's comprehension is. Damn it, the old man has suffered a lot from it, but the expression on the fake old man's face is really comforting!"

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Weng Yongli roared angrily, pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "I don't believe it!"

Yang Zhen fondly touched the array in his hand, rolled his eyes at Weng Yongli, and said, "Believe it or not, it's none of my business?"