Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Just now, the little black under his feet let out a strange chirp, which attracted his attention. Then, he found a small gap behind Yang Huachen.    

This formation should have been flawless, but Yang Huachen had modified it and integrated the other formations into it, causing its own flaws.    

"The heavens are helping me!"    

Yang Xuan said in surprise. Then, he stretched out his hand to support the storage bag and pulled out his wooden sword.    

"Watch my move!"    

His figure turned into a stream of light. With the help of Little Black's terrifying speed, his speed became even faster.    

Yang Huachen felt a chill run down his spine. When he turned around to look, Yang Xuan's sword had already pierced towards the grand formation behind him.    

"Crack!"    

A small sound that sounded like glass shattering was heard. The next moment, Yang Huachen's eyes widened. His grand formation was rapidly shrinking at a speed akin to melting ice and snow.    

Furthermore, the Spirit Aura that he was activating instantly lost its strength. It helplessly flickered a few times before disappearing from his hand.    

"Brother Hua Chen, it seems like you haven't cultivated this formation to its peak yet. It's better if you go back and practice for another two years!"    

The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth curled up slightly as he stepped on Little Black and floated in the air. His entire body was emitting powerful confidence.    

Below him was a small cyclone, the core of the grand formation.    

"You actually found out about it." Yang Huachen gritted his teeth and said. Without any hesitation, he withdrew from the grand formation and quickly ran to a corner of the competition field.    

Seeing that he wanted to escape, Yang Xuan quickly cut the cyclone with his sword and urged Little Black to chase after him.    

The moment Yang Huachen stopped, Yang Xuan immediately arrived behind him. His sword shot out from his hand. It was as if he had torn apart the void along the way, giving Yang Huachen a huge pressure.    

"Damn it..."    

Yang Huachen gritted his teeth. He waved his hand and unleashed a spiritual talisman. It collided with the wooden sword and slowed it down a little. Then, he started to run towards another corner.    

It was a little strange!    

Yang Xuan's figure stopped in midair for a moment, then waved his hand to recall the wooden sword. He looked at Yang Huachen's exhausted figure and began to think.    

The means of Phoenix Cry Mountain was to set up a formation. This guy didn't find a place to stop and set up a formation, but instead ran all over the place. There must be a trick!    

With this thought in mind, Yang Xuan put away the sword, then squatted down and tightly hugged Little Black's shoulder.    

"Little Black, use your fastest speed. You must stop him when he reaches the next corner!"    

"Chirp!"    

Little Black chirped and flapped its wings, turning into a ray of light and shooting out. Its speed was so fast that only the sound of wind could be heard by Yang Xuan's ears.    

In the next moment, Yang Huachen's figure enlarged in front of his eyes. It seemed like Yang Xuan could catch him with just a wave of his hand.    

However, Yang Huachen turned his head around and gave Yang Xuan a strange smile, causing Yang Xuan's heart to sink.    

Not good, did he still fall into a trap?    

"Rumble!"    

A loud sound was heard. Yang Xuan and Little Black felt a mountain-like pressure coming from their bodies at the same time, and they couldn't help but fall down.    

A no-fly formation!    

Yang Xuan didn't know when Yang Huachen had set up the formation, but he didn't notice it at all.    

Seeing that the man and the bird were about to fall to the ground, Yang Xuan slapped the spirit beast bag and Little Black was sucked into it. Then he rolled in the air and landed on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.    

After that, Yang Xuan quickly ran over, as if it didn't affect him at all.    

"This kid's physical strength is so strong. He fell from such a high place without any problem!" Yang Dingyu couldn't help but exclaim from the stands.    

Yang Tingyu, who was beside him, waved his fan and said with a gloomy gaze, "I noticed earlier that this kid seems to have a high grade body refining technique. Furthermore, this kid from Phoenix Cry Mountain seems to have already known that his physical body is strong. He is using a formation that attacks the soul."    

If your physique is strong, I won't fight you head on!    

This was the strategy Yang Huachen was using to deal with Yang Xuan. No matter what, he wouldn't fight Yang Xuan. Instead, he would fight while running.    

When he had Little Black, Yang Xuan's speed could still make up for this flaw. But now, Little Black had lost its function due to the appearance of the no-fly formation. Yang Xuan couldn't help but feel aggrieved in his heart.    

It would be great if the Black Panther could attack now.    

Yang Xuan thought in his heart. He was still nervously chasing after Yang Huachen.    

However, Yang Huachen had added another speed formation to his body. His whole body was like a gust of wind, drifting in the air, making Yang Xuan unable to touch him.    

Feeling angry, Yang Xuan decided not to chase after him anymore. He just stood where he was and looked at Yang Huachen coldly.    

Yang Huachen also stopped. He raised his eyebrows and said to Yang Xuan, "What's wrong? Are you tired of chasing him? I just started warming up."    

Yang Xuan immediately responded, not wanting to be outdone," How about I not chase you? "    

Yang Huachen sneered, "If you don't chase, then wait for my grand formation to take shape!"    

As soon as he finished speaking, he scuttled to another corner of the competition field. He slapped his palm onto the ground, and there was a faint spiritual light flickering in his hand.    

At this time, in Yang Xuan's Heavenly Eye, he finally understood what Yang Huachen wanted to do.    

Three rays of light joined together and connected from three corners. All of them were left with tiny dharma seals by Yang Huachen.    

As long as Yang Huachen left a dharma seal in the last corner, all four lines would join together and form a grand formation with unknown power.    

Yang Xuan racked his brain, but he couldn't think of any clues about this formation in his mind. However, he had a vague idea that this formation would bring him a lot of trouble after it succeeded.    

In the next moment, Yang Xuan stabilized his body and formed a seal in his hand. Yang Huachen was stunned for a moment when he saw this.    

"What... what are you doing? “    

"Do you think only Phoenix Cry Mountain can use magic formations? Actually, I also know how to use formations "    

Yang Xuan sneered, then he slapped his palm on the ground, creating a cyclone on the ground, and his body released a powerful aura.    

"Hundred Cycles of Thousand Returns Formation!"    

In the next moment, countless black Qi burst out from the ground, and then crazily covered Yang Xuan. It was still spreading, and it wanted to cover Yang Huachen as well.    

This was a formation that Yang Xuan had witnessed from the Zhou family in Lo Capital. After learning the complete set of formations, Yang Xuan had learned how to use this formation by himself.    

"The Lost Soul Formation is still the Confinement Formation..."    

Yang Huachen looked at this unfamiliar formation, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes. After a moment, he turned around and ran to the last corner.