The whole hall shook violently, and Wen Gaoren slammed into the wall heavily. The solid stone wall, which had been eroded by wind and rain for nearly a million years and had not been weathered, was knocked out by him. Among the stone walls, he bowed his body and stretched his limbs forward like a shrimp. It looked as embarrassing as it could be, and as funny as it could be.
Of course, everyone present couldn't help laughing.
Wen Gaoren's entourage priests looked dull, looking at Wen Gaoren in disbelief. They have seen Wen Gaoren restore a similar formation more than once, which time it was not an understatement, and it was done while talking and laughing. This time Wen Gaoren failed one after another, and the last time he tried his best, but still ended in failure .
The Flower Rain Temple is indeed one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods, and the Star Thunder God Formation is far from being as simple as they thought.
Surprised and moved, they even forgot to drag Wen Gaoren out of the wall.
The priests of the Huayu Temple also couldn't laugh. They never thought that the enchantment formation of their own temple was so profound and mysterious. You must know that Wen Gaoren is the number one formation master of the Lingyu Temple. The technique is not only well-known in the Temple of Life and its subordinate Twelve Temples, but also in the entire Continent of Gods. Even he can't repair this enchantment formation. Who else can do it, even if there is one. It's not something they can please.
Although everyone was happy seeing Wen Gaoren's distressed appearance, but no one could laugh when thinking of the bleak future of Huayu Temple.
"My lord, save my lord quickly." Wen Gaoren's priests who followed him finally came to their senses, rushing towards Wen Gaoren scrambling to be the first.
But before that, someone had already taken the lead.
"Master Wen, look at it, look at it, I just said, don't do porcelain work without diamonds, you just don't listen to me, it's all right now, you've been struck by lightning again." Ling Baobao said vigorously Dragging Wen Gaoren out, he said sympathetically.
Wen Gaoren stared blankly at the formation, which failed, and failed again. As the first formation master of the Lingyu Temple, he is not in vain. It was the first time in his life that he encountered such a failure, and it was the first time he was so embarrassed. His whole mind was muddled and confused for a while.
"Master Wen, why don't you speak? Could it be that your brain has been hacked?" Baby Ling asked concerned.
"Get out!" Wen Gaoren's face blackened by lightning became even darker. If he hadn't been shocked by the huge lightning ball just now, making his hands and feet go numb, he really wished he could strangle Baby Ling to death right now.
"It turns out that your brain was not broken, that's great, that's great, you old man, rest for a while, and take a good look at how my master priest repaired the formation, so as not to be struck by lightning again next time." Ling Baobao was delighted Said.
"Get out!" Wen Gaoren gritted his teeth and yelled out a word. After he finished yelling, he was slightly startled again, "What did you just say?"
"I said to take a good look at how my master priest repaired the formation, and be more knowledgeable, so as not to be struck by lightning next time." Ling Baobao said.
At this time, Wen Gaoren's priests also surrounded him, pinching his legs, rubbing his shoulders, and they were all taken aback when they heard Ling Baobao's words.
Not only them, but even the priests of Huayu Temple were stunned.
"Hahahaha, are you humiliating the old man?" Wen Gaoren was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, while laughing, he gave Mu Hanyan a contemptuous look.
If she had the ability to repair the formation, would An Xiaxin still need to ask herself? Does she need to give up the position of officiant? This sharp-tongued little priest was clearly trying to squeeze himself out with words because he saw his repeated defeats.
Anyway, he would never believe Baby Ling's words.
Not to mention that he didn't believe it, even An Xiaxin and other priests of Huayu Temple didn't believe it. Wen Gaoren still doesn't know much about Mu Hanyan's background, but they know it best. It has only been a month since he passed the examination at the Huayu Temple, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. The strength not inferior to An Xiaxin and others can be explained by a natural priest of the gods. In fact, such geniuses are not without exception.
But when it comes to formation techniques, talent alone is not enough, without enough experience and vision, without sufficient tempering, no matter how talented you are.
"You don't believe it? You can't really have your brain broken, right?" Baby Ling shook his head, looking at Wen Gaoren like an idiot.
"It's your brain that's been hacked!" Wen Gaoren was already ashamed after repeated failures, but Ling Baobao's left sentence was his brain was hacked and his right sentence was his brain was hacked, his blood surged with anger, and he felt dizzy for a while.
"My lord, calm down, my lord, don't be angry, why should I have the same knowledge as this kind of junior who has never seen the world." Several priests who followed him hurried forward to persuade Wen Gaoren, fearing that something might happen to him.
"I also said that I have never seen the world. I think you are the frogs at the bottom of the well. My master priest is so powerful, you can't even imagine it." Ling Baobao said contemptuously.
"Okay, okay, I want to see what is so good about her? I think the old man has been practicing formations for more than 80 years, and she has only learned a few days. Even the old man can't do anything about formations. She can do it? " Seeing Ling Baobao's contemptuous gaze, Wen Gaoren was even more furious, and said with a smile back angrily.
"How about we take a gamble?" Ling Baobao said.
"What are you betting on?" Wen Gaoren said with his neck straightened.
He was really angry, he already felt ashamed enough, and Baby Ling was still pouring salt on the wound, but at this moment he was completely aroused, and he didn't even notice the flash of excitement in Baby Ling's eyes.
"How about this, if my priest can repair this Star Thunder God Formation, you will provide all the materials needed to repair other formations, how about it?" Ling Baobao said.
"Okay." Wen Gaoren said without hesitation. He didn't think that Mu Hanyan was capable of repairing the Star Thunder God Formation at all. As for the other formations, he didn't even bother to think about it, so he didn't care about the materials.
"My lord..." One of the attendants felt that something was wrong. Although the scale of Huayu City is not large, it would require a lot of materials to restore all the enchantment formations. The gamble is too big.
"Why, do you think she has that ability?" Wen Gaoren snorted coldly.
That entourage immediately shut up, saying it was true, my lord has devoted all his life to studying formations, and there is nothing he can do with this Star Thunder God Formation. Although the little girl became the officiant at a young age, it was also because the Huayu Temple has been in decline for many years. Due to the decline of talents, no matter how talented they are, when it comes to formations, how can they compare with their own adults.