Panguan

He is in the center of the formation, surrounded by people on both sides and behind him. It occupies the most important position, but when it bears the force of breaking the formation, it subtly shifts a little bit.

That difference is not visible to the naked eye at all, but the smell of breaking the formation is the most direct feeling.

If the previous scene about Zhou Xu's childhood is still guesswork, Zhang Zhengchu's actions at this time almost prove that he is not a good thing at all! Selfish, cowardly, sinister and narrow-minded.

It's not surprising that such a person does the kind of thing that uses hundreds of cages and thousands of innocent people to feed himself.

"Why is this kind of person?"

Wen Shi's fingers were wrapped with puppet threads pointing in all directions, under the control of the powerful spirit, the cold light was exposed, cutting iron like mud, it was the sharpest edge. The resistance and pain from all kinds of people are transmitted along these long cold lines, pouring into the sea of ​​spirit and consciousness.

He could sense the tiniest emotions of those people.

"Why is this kind of person..."

But it is this kind of person, standing in such a high position after a thousand years, instructing hundreds of thousands of people to follow the trajectory he drew, let others consume what he should consume, and others accept what he should bear, but he stands in the middle of the crowd, safe and sound.

"Why is he?" Wen Shi's question was pressed down in the bottom of his throat, and there was a faint anger in the dullness.

"By his peace of mind, by things you know you'll never do."

Xie Wen also looked over there, his voice was like the evening wind blowing in the deep forest. He half-closed his eyes in the wind, and this action made the tails of his eyes slightly curved, looking like he was commenting on things that had nothing to do with him, as well as people who had nothing to do with him, with a smile.

But in fact, standing a few feet away is the descendant who should respectfully call him "Patriarch" but no one has ever called him that. They used the abilities he taught, said the words he handed down, and did the things he led, but under the tireless distortion of some people, they put him on the opposite side.

The last time such a crowd gathered was the day when he was sealed.

Whether it is a person or a matter, he has nothing to do with him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he hates an ordinary person.

However, he didn't take another look at Zhang Zhengchu, but said to Wen Shi: "If you feel the pain of those juniors in the formation, you will let go of your fingers—"

Look at him when you smell it.

"—If he can deceive some honest fans, you can only please me." Xie Wen said.

***

At the edge of the formation, those young people who were in charge of burying the formation stones only felt the huge power suppressed on their nerves suddenly lighten! They were at a loss for a moment, and quickly seized the opportunity to take a few breaths.

They turned over in a jiffy, and rushed to the side of the formation stone.

The cracks on the stone surface stopped the trend of continuing to spread, barely stopping before shattering.

"Why did it stop?!"

"But the puppet thread is still there."

"What's going on?"

Those puppet threads are still nailed under the yellow soil, thin and tough, glowing with a cold light of snow, casting shadows on the ground quietly and coldly.

And in the eyes of the formation, those Patriarchs sitting in the town also felt the power to break the formation relax for a moment.

The old man of the Luo family didn't think much about it, swallowed the bloody smell in his mouth, took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief, and shouted in a low voice: "Why are you so stupid?! Reinforce it!"

The other companies that specialize in formations followed closely behind!

They added strength one after another, and pressed the square stone a few centimeters deeper into the ground, and then brazenly raised their heads to look at the young puppet master a few feet away, frowning in surprise.

Those few seconds seemed extraordinarily long, and they even felt a little afraid to speak aloud.

But soon, they felt that those fears were ridiculous.

That was just a junior in his twenties.

It is true that his talent is outstanding and his strength is frightening, and it is true that the moment just now caught everyone by surprise and almost caused him to destroy the formation set up by a hundred people alone... But in the final analysis, it was because of a sudden change, and they were defenseless.

If there is, this will not happen.

These Patriarchs have cultivated the ability to remain calm and not show cowardice over the course of decades.

They quickly returned to normal and whispered, "Who is this? Which family?"

"When did such a number one character appear in the puppet master?!"

Looking at this posture, even compared to Zhang Yalin who is in the limelight, he is not far behind.

the most important is……

"His actions are unreasonable. Is there any misunderstanding and festival?"

——They are like a group of elders criticizing a strange descendant born out of nowhere. Only Wu Yin, the Patriarch of the Wu family, did not make a sound, nor did he follow the crowd to strengthen the formation. She just narrowed her eyes and leaned forward slightly, as if she wanted to see the cold-faced young man in the distance clearly.

"Old Wu." The Patriarch of the Yang family looked at Wu Yin, holding a piece of unhandled talisman, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Wu Yin didn't look at her, her gaze was still a few feet away: "...it's nothing, I just feel like I've seen him somewhere, he looks familiar."

***

The voices behind and around me never stopped.

After the others moved, Zhang Zhengchu's figure moved slightly. He clenched the knuckles of the cane very hard, and there was a click, and the other end of the cane pressed a deep hole on the hard ground, and firmly pressed against the center point of the formation's eye.

In an instant, the concrete pavement crackled one after another! Twisted long slits snaked from under the cane, like tens of thousands of swimming snakes, suddenly spreading out in all directions!