The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 173 What is a Genius

"Bold little monk, who do you think doesn't understand formation?" Brother Zhou asked angrily.

Brother Zhou, formerly known as Zhou Yuan, can be said to be under one person and above ten thousand in the Kunlun School. The reason is very simple. His ancestor Zhou Qingyuan became an immortal and became one of the 36 generals of the Thunder Division.

Although Zhou Yuan was Zhou Qingyuan's great-great-great-grandson for countless generations, but he was a descendant of the Immortal Clan with good roots and a rare talent for cultivation, so he naturally became the next generation head of the Kunlun Sect.

Regardless of Zhou Yuan's abilities, just having such a grandpa would be able to protect the Kunlun sect from everlasting prosperity.

Therefore, Zhou Yuan was awarded treasures such as Shanhe Pan, and Kunlun Party took great care of him and tried every means to cultivate them.Zhou Yuan is also competitive, his cultivation speed is much faster than others, and he is worthy of the position of this young master.

But precisely because he was surrounded by flattery and praise for many years, Zhou Yuan developed an arrogance deep in his heart.In the Kunlun School, even the elders of the Shimen dare not speak to him like this.

He is recognized as a cultivation genius by the Kunlun School, who dares to say that he doesn't understand formations?

Daoran heard Zhou Yuan's questioning, and said calmly: "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies, and monks just tell the truth."

"Okay, it's you who don't know what's good and what's wrong! I'll teach you a lesson for your master!"

Zhou Yuan moved the mountains and rivers angrily, and it suddenly rained heavily around Daoran.

Although he was extremely angry, Zhou Yuan did not completely lose his mind. He was afraid that Daoran also had that weird anti-injury spell, so he didn't use the sword shadow to slay him all at once, but changed to heavy rain.

The raindrops were bigger than soybeans, and they fell ferociously on Dao Ran's face and body, making a loud noise.It was normal rain at first, but as time passed, the raindrops changed from the size of mung beans to the size of soybeans, and the force became stronger and stronger, like countless fists falling on Dao Ran's body.

Zhou Yuan hid aside, controlling the Shanhe Pan very meticulously.

Until now, Zhou Yuan has not suffered any harm. It seems that the monk Daoran did not use that weird spell.

Zhou Yuan felt that he was too cautious, so he proudly said to Daoran: "Little monk, do you still dare to say that I don't understand formation?"

"Amitabha, why don't you dare? Not only do you not understand the formation, but your cultivation is far from enough. To be able to set up this large formation, you must have a treasure in your hand. It's a pity that the pearl was cast secretly." Dao Ran in the torrential rain Said calmly.

Don't look at the force of this rain that can beat mortals to a pulp, but to Daoran, it's not even a tickle.

Zhou Yuan didn't expect Daoran to dare to say such a thing, and angrily scolded: "Little bald donkey, you have a hard mouth, I want to see how long you can last, come and taste this!"

As Zhou Yuan moved the disk array again, the original rainstorm turned into hail.Originally, raindrops were extremely strong, but after changing to hail, even an iron man could smash them.

Those huge ice cubes fell on him and smashed into powder, but just as they flew away, they were frozen by the cold air.

Pieces of shattered ice were smashed, and balls of ice powder covered Dao Ran's body. It didn't take long to turn him into an ice sculpture, and after a while, the entire ice sculpture was smashed to pieces.

The little monk just now seemed to have been frozen into pieces, not even a whole bone left.

"No, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, so why did he die?" Zhou Yuan quickly stopped the hailstorm.

Before coming to the capital, Zhou Yuan knew who the monk Daoran he was going to deal with was the disciple of Jinshan Temple Fahai.

It's good that no one was killed. Practitioners fight with each other, and they have to admit when they lose. Fa Hai didn't dare to break the rules and attack his junior.But if someone is killed, it's hard to say, who knows if Fa Hai will kill the Kunlun faction for revenge when he goes crazy?

"What a waste, how dare you provoke me if you don't have the skills? It doesn't matter if you die, but you also get me into trouble. You are really a waste among wastes." Zhou Yuan couldn't help but cursed.

Just as he was about to destroy the corpse, Zhou Yuan suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. Looking back, someone reached out and pressed his shoulder.And this person is exactly Dao Ran who he thought was dead.

"Amitabha, this trash talk, even if you describe yourself, it's a bit too much." Dao Ran said to Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he tried to break free from Dao Ran's hand, but it was as if a ten thousand catty boulder was on his shoulder, and he couldn't move.

What is a genius in cultivation? It's not a silver-like pewter spear head piled up from various resources like Zhou Yuan, but someone like Dao Ran. As long as he is given a book of exercises, he can easily cultivate to a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

It's been so long, Daoran's state of moving the mountain is only a little behind Xiaoqing who practiced hard day and night.

The seemingly understated palm actually contained the strength of ten thousand catties of mountains and rocks. Zhou Yuan had never practiced this kind of stupid kung fu for exercising his body, so he was naturally crushed and unable to move.

But Zhou Yuan did not give up, and continued to move the mountain and river plate with both hands, the time and space around him changed rapidly, and Dao Ran, who was originally standing beside him, was transferred out.

Zhou Yuan just breathed a sigh of relief, but felt the weight of Mount Tai fall on his shoulders.

Looking back, Daoran unexpectedly caught up again, still in the same posture, still with the same huge force, firmly pressing Zhou Yuan in place.

"How could you find me?!" Zhou Yuan said in shock.

"It's impossible. I said you don't understand formations. Although this magic weapon is powerful, your ability to mobilize the power of the earth's veins is too poor. Just now, the double change of rain and ice has made me see clearly the operation of the formation. Law, this formation has been broken by me, no matter where you go, I can find you."

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Zhou Yuan moved the mountain and river plate excitedly, this time the surrounding environment changed again, from a humid high platform directly to a scorching magma place.

However, what surprised Zhou Yuan was that this time Dao Ran was not even moved away, and his palm was firmly pressed on his shoulder.

No matter how Zhou Yuan moved the disk array, from the magma lake to the polar region, to the rainforest and the sea, Dao Ran's hand grasped his shoulder like a root, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Until the end, Zhou Yuan finally completely despaired, and the mountain and river plate in his hand couldn't hold it steady, and fell to the ground.

As soon as Shanhe Pan was released, the surrounding environment quickly returned to normal. The two of them were still standing on the high platform, and the change of facing the blue sea and Mu Cangwu before was just moving within a radius of three feet.The others also returned to their original positions, and they were shocked when they saw Daoran holding Zhou Yuan down.

Daoran let go of Zhou Yuan's shoulders, picked up the Shanhe pan, and said: "The way of formation is profound and profound, and it cannot be mastered by just relying on a magic weapon."

Zhou Yuan was completely panicked. This is the magic weapon of the Kunlun Sect, Shanhe Pan. Since he was a child, he has relied on this magic weapon to manipulate practitioners with higher cultivation levels than him.It is absolutely impossible to say that he does not understand formations, Zhou Yuan is not a fool, with such a powerful magic weapon in hand, how could he not study formations.

However, the power of Fengshui and earth veins is too mysterious. Practitioners want to observe this kind of power, they can only feel it.

But what's the situation with this little monk, he is younger than himself, how could he be proficient in formation to this level?

"How on earth did you do it?!" Zhou Yuan asked in disbelief.

"Some things are also about talent." Daoran said, stuffing the mountains and rivers into his sleeves.

Daoran couldn't help but want to laugh, this is a magic weapon, this wave of blood.

"Talent?! Are you saying that your talent is higher than mine?!" Zhou Yuan stared at Daoran with red eyes and said.

Daoran didn't answer anymore, this man looked like he couldn't afford to lose, it would be a waste of time to talk to him again.

This was the first time Zhou Yuan felt humiliated since he was a child. Facing Dao Ran's indifference, Zhou Yuan completely broke out.

"Okay, you are a genius, I will ruin your genius today!" Zhou Yuan growled bitterly, and took out a purple-gold talisman paper from his bosom.

I saw Zhou Yuan clamping the talisman paper with his two fingers, and the purple talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, turning into a bright thunder light and rushing straight into the sky. Urgent as a law!"

Daoran looked at the scene in front of him in a little surprise, he was familiar with this spell, it turned out to be the art of summoning gods in the five thunder rectification method!

　Chapter 3 is going to be a little later, and it is estimated that it will not be written until one or two in the morning.

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