Ye Luo's words fell, and there were several eyes around him in an instant, all of which looked at Ye Luo.

Since most of the people standing around Ye Luo were people from the Loulan Holy Land, and they all knew Ye Luo's identity, the arrogant girl couldn't help sneering when she saw Ye Luo speak, and said, "Waste, don't talk if you don't understand." ”

"It's just that I don't understand anything at all, and I dare to speak wildly, it's a shame!" A female disciple beside the arrogant girl couldn't help but speak.

Ye Luo frowned slightly, his left eye flickered, after the change in his left eye, he could even see the way of life in the forbidden area, not to mention cracking a formation, the way of heaven is flawed, everything has its flaws, and the left eye seems to be able to see through all the flaws.

Ye Luo had observed this formation before, and his left eye had already seen two of the flaws.

The people around looked at Ye Luo, like a bun who didn't understand anything, their eyes were full of contempt, and then, more people, their eyes looked at the Moyue Holy Son again.

The teapot in the hand of the Moyue Holy Son seemed to be some kind of purple sand magic weapon, shaking slightly, taken off from the stove, and the surrounding deep, mysterious, vicissitudes of the stars and moons swayed slightly.

Then, he took out four transparent jade teacups that were white, exuding a faint aura and depicting mysterious formations, and placed them on the ancient wooden table in front of him.

He lightly opened the teapot and slowly poured the tea into four cups.

And the star-moon visions around the teapot were strangely divided into four, turned into a rhyme, and integrated into the tea in the four teacups.

"The Holy Son of Moyue has really succeeded, Xingyue Spirit Tea, hey, if only I could drink a cup." One of the monks moved his throat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Huh! If you want to drink, you go over, as long as you can go through the formation and walk in front of the Moyue Holy Son, you are qualified to drink! The rules of the Holy Son of Moyue, you don't know it, only those who break his formation are qualified to drink his tea. "There are monks who mock.

"Then why don't you go, the formation of the Moyue Holy Son, even the big people of the Holy Land may not be able to break it, don't talk about us, whoever goes will be ashamed." The monk fought back.

There are many big forces stationed around the underground palace, however, the courtyard around the underground palace covers an area of three hundred acres, and the scattered area is very large, and this Xingyue Spirit Tea made by the Xingyue Holy Son has not spread in a short period of time, but it is just next to the disciples of several big forces around the Tanggu Holy Land, and they learned about the onlookers.

Some people whispered, and more people looked at the Moyue Holy Son and worshipped, especially some female monks, who secretly sent Qiu Bo.

"Why don't you just drink a cup of tea, such a big formation? Why is it so cowardly, there is not even a person to try? Ye Luo spoke again.

"Shhhh Uncle Ye, if you talk nonsense, you will be embarrassed. Zhou Xiaoyu pulled Ye Luo, and then said: "Moyue Holy Son is the idol of many people. ”

Chu Xiaohuan also said solemnly: "Ye Luo, in the cultivation world, there are some big people who can't be provoked, we have to learn to keep a low profile, wait for the three of us to practice for a while, the strength is enough, you go out and pretend to brag, otherwise, it is easy to be beaten or even killed." ”

Yang Ying also nodded.

"Hahaha, Ben Shao has admired the tea of the Holy Son of Moyue for a long time, the blood moon appears, maybe tomorrow when he enters the underground palace, once there is a change, he will fall, before entering the underground palace, Ben Shao wants to taste this cup of tea." A young man with a strong breath, a slender figure, and a folding fan in his hand suddenly laughed and spoke.

Then, he strode out from the crowd of onlookers, the aura on his body became more and more powerful, and walked directly towards the Moyue Holy Son, he walked to the edge of the formation, and stepped forward.

Zila!

The powerful aura on his body, the moment he walked into the formation, it seemed to have encountered something invisible and terrifying, and it made a sound like molten iron being poured on ice.

"This is the genius young man Gu Peng of the Heavenly Dao Sect, hiss, I heard that the young man Gu Peng has already practiced the ninth layer of qi, and in the Heavenly Dao Sect, he is also a generation of influential figures, he wants to break into the great array of the Moyue Holy Son?" Someone was shocked, and the chatter reappeared.

It seems that there are many monks who know Gu Peng.

It's just that everyone just amazed a few breaths, and the genius named Gu Peng, after walking about six steps, the smile on his face had disappeared, his face had become a little pale, his eyes were a little blurred, and there were sweat dripping on his forehead.

In the eyes of everyone, he was just walking in an empty place, but at this time, he seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, and after the sixth step, the seventh step could not be left at all.

After another breath, he suddenly turned around and walked back again.

Out of battle.

He gasped, his face turned pale, and he said, "What kind of array is this, so terrifying? ”

The powerful Gu Peng, who cultivated the ninth layer of qi, only took six steps?

The faces of the monks of the major holy places who were watching all changed, although they had long known that the formation of the Moyue Holy Son was against the sky, but now when they witnessed it with their own eyes, they still felt shocked.

However, among the onlookers, there are not a few geniuses of the younger generation, many of them are young and vigorous, on the one hand, for the extremely precious Xingyue Spirit Tea, on the other hand, it is also to prove themselves, in front of the many monks who are watching, there are also a few people who try.

After all, young and frivolous.

However, no one succeeded, and even no one was able to surpass it, taking six steps forward.

And the Holy Son of Moyue sat lightly, as if he didn't look at everyone at all, he was washing the tea set, cleaning up the tea stove, and his every move revealed a nameless rhyme.

Four cups of tea are placed on the tea table, and in the tea, the vision of the stars and the moon emerges, and the hot air is revealed.

At this moment, suddenly, in the Hanging Temple, a young monk walked out of the crowd, and many monks, looking at this young monk, the scene was silent for a while.

"It's the Daokong monk of the Hanging Temple, he even wants to break the formation, it is rumored that he has been in retreat for ten years and practiced closed-mouth meditation!" Someone finally spoke in shock.

"Amitabha, the poor monk wants to ask for a cup of tea." Monk Daokong spoke.

It was only at this time that the Moyue Holy Son raised his head and finally said the first word: "Please!" ”

Words are like gold.

Monk Daokong didn't speak again, he walked step by step, he entered the formation, there was a mysterious, mysterious, terrifying Buddha light flashing on his body, step by step, and soon, he walked six steps, which seemed easy, but after the sixth step, he finally slowed down.

Everyone held their breath and watched carefully.

Until, the Daokong monk walked to the position only one step away from the tea table, and everyone thought that this hanging temple, the most mysterious monk of the younger generation, was about to succeed, and even bent down to get tea, but he suddenly stopped.

Then, in a stunned gaze, Daokong shook his head slightly, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked back.

Failed?

Someone was shocked, and even Daokong couldn't break the formation?

"Do you want tea?" It was only at this point that Ye Luo spoke again.

"Who doesn't want to drink it, hey, if only my master was here, I would definitely be able to bring all the tea." Chu Xiaohuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said, "That's the Supreme Star Moon Spirit Tea personally concocted by the Moyue Holy Son. ”

"Mmmm, it's a pity that we can't break through this formation." Yang Ying nodded.

"Even the Daokong monk can't pass through, I'm afraid that no one dares to try the geniuses of the younger generation here." Zhou Xiaoyu also spoke.

"I'll get it, I'll bring it to you!" Ye Luo moved, and when the words fell, he walked directly in the direction of the formation formation, Chu Xiaohuan and the three of them were slightly stunned, and wanted to stop Ye Luo, but it was too late.