Six people, wearing uniform dark gray monk robes.
The style of the monk's robe is slightly different from that of ordinary Buddhist monks' robes. The skirt is wider, the Spirit Rune direction of the cuffs is more square, and the overall tailoring is more inclined to the short sleeves used on the battlefield, rather than the wide sleeves of the Zen hall.
All six people have a cultivation level of Foundation Establishment Late Stage or above. The one in the middle is tall, has a square face, and has three ring scars on his head. His cultivation level has reached Foundation Establishment Peak Stage. He is holding a dark gold Zen staff in his hand.
Six people stood in a row on the other side of the lake. It seemed random, but everyone's position happened to be at the most advantageous water point and attack route by the lake.
This is definitely a team that has undergone long-term cooperative training and has a clear tactical division of labor.
There are two Foundation Establishment Late Stage monks in the front row. One holds a Zen staff diagonally in front of him, and the other holds a large dark golden shield. Two of the three in the back row hold swords and are lined up on the left and right, and the one in the middle holds a formation disk in his hand, ready to be activated at any time.
The moment they walked out, they were already ready to take action.
The monk in the middle glanced at Qin Tiexin everyone and bowed from a distance. His voice came from the other side of the lake, but it was as clear as speaking to everyone's ears.
"Amitabha Buddha! Dear donors, this lake is destined to be a poor monk. Please leave as soon as possible!"
The tall monk in the middle held up one hand, smiled, and spoke politely, but the positions of the five people around him said everything.
Lin Chuan tightened his fingers on the sword hilt slightly. Originally, he thought that both sides would arrive at about the same time, and there was a lot of water in the lake, so everyone would sit down and discuss a distribution method.
There are many people on the other side, so it's not impossible to give them 20%.
Unexpectedly, the other party told them to leave as soon as they opened their mouth and did not even intend to discuss it.
He made a vague gesture to Liu Suifeng behind him, and Liu Suifeng rolled his eyes, and the array plate silently lit up in his sleeve.
"The master was joking." Lin Chuan's face remained unchanged and his voice was steady, "We obviously got here first, and this lake is ownerless. Why did the master say that we are destined to this lake and let us leave?"
The monk in the middle was still smiling, "Whoever comes first is not destined to be destined to the other. The poor monk sensed that this place is my Buddhist holy land, and the remains of my Buddhist monks are buried under the lake, so he is naturally destined to my Buddhist religion."
"The Buddhist ruins here are from thousands of years ago. Why are they related to the master?"
"Buddhism all over the world has the same branch and origin. We were one family a thousand years ago, and we will still be the same family a thousand years later. Since there are Buddhist things, we are destined to the poor monk." The monk answered fluently, and the smile on his face did not diminish.
Lin Chuan glanced at Qin Tiexin and raised his chin. "We also have a monk here. According to the master, isn't this lake also destined to us?"
The eyes of the six monks fell on Qin Tiexin at the same time.
When the monk in the middle saw Qin Tiexin's figure and the empty right sleeve, his expression froze slightly. He looked at each other with the two monks holding swords on the left and right, a flash of rapid communication flashed in their eyes, and then he regained his composure.
After a moment, he spoke again, his smile still the same, but his tone no longer had the politeness it had before.
"There are six people on our side, and only one on your side is a Buddhist disciple. Six to one, so this lake is destined for us."
Lin Chuan pulled out the long sword half an inch from its sheath. The metallic sound of the sword rubbing against the scabbard was particularly clear on the quiet lake.
"That means there's nothing to talk about?"
The monk in the middle grasped the Zen staff tightly, and the remaining five people took half a step forward at the same time. The formation disk lit up in the hands of the formation master, and the monk holding the shield slammed the big shield to the ground, and Spirit Rune on the shield began to flow. The atmosphere was tense to the extreme in an instant--
"Then don't talk about it!"
Liu Suifeng's voice exploded from behind Lin Chuan. The formation disk in his hand was already shining to the extreme, and the aura of two formations exploded at the feet of the six monks without any warning.
Essence-Locking Spirit-Trapping Array!
Confining Quicksand Formation!
The ground under the feet of the six monks suddenly turned into quicksand, and everything below the ankles sank in. At the same time, the movement of several people's spiritual power suddenly became stagnant, and even their breathing became a little heavier, and the spiritual light of the six monks' robes dimmed at the same time.
The face of the monk in the middle changed. He didn't expect that while the other side was negotiating, his teammates in the back row were already preparing to release the formation. It takes time to activate the formation. This method of instantaneous two-layer formation, and it is also separated by a short distance, is not something ordinary formation masters can do.
But their response is also extremely fast.
The monk holding the formation disk had his feet stuck in the quicksand, but his hands did not pause. The formation disk lit up with a cracking spiritual light, and the formation relief runes covered Quicksand Array at his feet.
The other five people retreated at the same time, trying to get out of the range of the formation. The monk holding the shield blocked the big shield in front of him, and the lower edge of the big shield smashed into the quicksand, stabilizing his body. The monks holding the Zen staff and the monks holding the sword were protecting the left and right sides of the formation master.
At this moment, Qin Tiexin had already rushed across the lake with an iron rod. Lin Chuan and Du Heng followed closely behind, one on the left and one on the right. The soles of their feet made three straight water lines on the water.
Liu Suifeng squatted down on the shore and slapped the defensive array on the ground. A layer of light cyan light shield covered him and Xu Ying next to him. He kept holding up his hands and placed another array next to the defensive array., his fingers moved quickly on the array plate, and he muttered words. Xu Ying pressed his hands behind Liu Suifeng, and his palms were glowing with spiritual light, replenishing Liu Suifeng's rapidly depleted spiritual power.
In the blink of an eye, the three of them rushed forward.
Du Heng's broad sword slashed down from the left side, and the khaki sword light on the sword struck heavily on the shield-holding monk's large shield. The shield surface Spirit Rune flashed violently, and the shield-holding monk was shocked to the point that his arms were numb.
Lin Chuan's long sword penetrated through the gap, and Hundred Herbs Swordsmanship's fast sword turned into three sword lights, stabbing at the two monks holding the Zen staff and the sword at the same time, forcing the two to retreat to defense.
Qin Tiexin met the tall monk in the middle head-on.
He raised the iron rod high, and the rod was covered with red-gold Qi Gang light, and hit the monk's head heavily. The momentum of this rod made it clear that he wanted to capture the thief first.
The monk in the middle did not panic at all. His Zen staff suddenly stopped, and the end of the staff hit the quicksand. A circle of golden Buddha light bloomed from his body. The Buddha's light condensed into a translucent golden light above his head, and he was ready to take the stick forcefully.
When the iron rod fell on the Buddha's light, there was no loud noise as expected.
Qin Tiexin's wrist flipped over at the last moment, and most of the strength of the stick body was removed by himself. The head of the stick just touched the Buddha's light lightly. Then he used this force to twist his body in mid-air, and stepped hard on the edge of the shield-holding monk's shield with his left foot.
Hills and Ravines Thrust Kick!
The shield-holding monk was kicked back half a step with his shield. Qin Tiexin With the reaction force, he passed the three people in the front row and rushed straight towards the formation mage in the back row.
The monk in the middle's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Not good--"
Before he finished speaking, Qin Tiexin had already landed in front of the formation master.
The formation master was trying his best to crack the Quicksand Array at his feet. The formation relief runes on the formation disk had just been laid on the third layer. When he looked up, he saw a gray-gold figure falling from the sky. He subconsciously raised the formation disk to activate the defense Spirit Rune, but it was too late.
Qin Tiexin raised his right foot before he even landed on the ground, and used the force of his fall to kick him in the chest.