Jiang Hua stared at Song Ling as if he had seen a ghost.

He knew clearly about Song Ling's performance in the past few days. He had a talent for formation, but compared to old people like them, he was still too weak.

Instructor Gao's eyes narrowed. The punch just now was very clever. Even he couldn't have done it so accurately.

Effortlessly, it put great pressure on the formation. The ten disciples of Class Three who were guarding the center of the formation looked horrified and immediately changed the formation.

This is the power of the formation, it can be changed at will.

They changed, and Song Ling changed with them. As for Liu Wuxie, he became a spectator. Every time he encountered danger, he moved lightly to avoid those killing moves.

At the beginning, Songling was at a loss, but as time went by, he gradually adapted and kept looking for the weaknesses of the formation, which he had to crack in a stick of incense.

Song Ling practices a wide-opening and closing boxing technique, which is very suitable for his body type. Every time he punches, he can create ripples.

"Go through the gate, break through the gate!"

There were words in his mouth, and the formation was shaky and almost unbearable. This scene shocked everyone present.

"How could this happen? This useless formation is so powerful!"

Others couldn't understand it, but the other students in Class Three could clearly see that Song Ling's formation was too powerful.

This is the Seven Tribulations Quicksand Formation, a real murderous formation. In Song Ling's eyes, it is like a child playing house.

Those watching even had the illusion that they were joking?

"Look, look what he is doing!"

While Song Ling was deciphering the formation, formation flags more than a foot long appeared in his hand and were suddenly inserted into the ground.
Chapter completed!