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Chapter one hundred and twentieth play big

Zhu Hongyuan silently estimated in his heart.

His plan is to "seek wealth and honor in danger". Because in the previous links, his performance was not very outstanding. Even if he uses the Eight Spirit Formation of Gu Que, and uses himself as the center, and gathers everyone's strength to kill the tiger demon, he will never be able to get a Class A evaluation! The only way is to turn the tide!

First let the mission fall on the brink of failure, then take action at critical moments to turn the situation around!

The legendary A-level evaluation must have made great contributions to the entire task with one person's strength and even played a decisive role!

In a critical moment, he broke through at the last moment, understood the eight spirit formation of Gu Que, and then led his disciples to counterattack the tiger demon, and finally won... This is Zhu Hongyuan's plan! The key is the word "crisis".

The more dead disciples, the more critical the situation is, the less hope of completing the task is, and the greater the contribution you will make after the final big reversal!

Zhu Hongyuan has always been quite disdainful of Han Qingcheng's judgment that "fifty disciples can suppress the tiger demon". He is a formation genius, so he is naturally more proficient in calculations. According to his estimate, with the true strength of the tiger demon, only one hundred disciples can barely be suppressed without the Gu Que Eight Spirit Formation! Eighty disciples can almost equally match the situation! However, less than sixty disciples will be in danger!

The tiger demon now shows its true form, turning into a terrifying giant tiger, and its combat effectiveness has skyrocketed, which just confirms Zhu Hongyuan's judgment.

"Sixty disciples are the bottom line! But I can't take it too risky. Then, just take action when there are seventy people left!" Zhu Hongyuan's eyes were cold and he quickly calculated in his heart: "There are 108 new disciples in the Kanshui lineage, and now ten of them have died. There is also Huang Huan who has no immortal power, so he can't count... Twenty-seven people! Twenty-seven people die, I will take action!"

In his heart, his living classmates were just numbers.

...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The terrifying giant tiger slapped, and the white light shield trembled violently.

After a few strokes, the light shield shattered.

Although the Xueyu hairband is a strange treasure, Gu Yuewei's strength is limited... Although she has the qualifications of nine innate qi, she is not interested in cultivation and is forced and scolded by her master. Now she has only reached the third level of the Qi Refining Stage. Such cultivation is considered low among the new disciples.

Every time the white light shield is broken and recondensation takes a little time, and the tiger demon takes advantage of this time to attack wildly!

The disciples gathered together and worked together to bombard the giant tiger. Most of the time they could knock the giant tiger back! But if they were too many times, they would always make mistakes. They were accidentally swept by the tiger's claws, or were pulled away by the tiger's tail, and then torn into pieces... Not to mention that there were countless accomplices who were harassed around them all the time, trying to pull everyone out of the formation!

Every mistake means that several people will die!

And as the number of people decreases, the frequency of mistakes is still increasing!

Above the sky, Fu Lingxue looked complicated, but she still didn't take action. The training task could not be without risks. Cultivating immortals is a road full of difficulties. The disciples will face much more dangers in the future than this... Moreover, Gu Que Sect is the largest immortal cultivation sect in the country, and the rules are strict. Only when the disciples suffer from casualties to a certain extent can she take action!

If she takes action, it means that the Kanshui lineage's training mission has failed.

Huhuhuhu... The yellow badger waved his dark golden sticks.

At this time, he found a helmet from the city guards from somewhere to cover his head, which seemed a bit out of character. He was not holding a big iron pot, but a low-level magic weapon and long stick distributed by the sect! There was no way, Brother Badger didn't want to be recognized by the tiger demon, otherwise the extremely angry tiger demon would probably stare at him and chase him to death!

As a "body refining disciple", Huang Badger fought differently from other disciples and was completely an alien.

Others attack tiger demons with flying swords or spells. They are powerful, but they are very fragile! Once they are swept by the tiger demon, they will basically die. The yellow badger is just the opposite... He has no means to attack tiger demons, but his own strength is strong and his body is strong enough. Occasionally, the tiger demon claws are grabbed by them and the dark golden long sticks are smashed down to block a blow without death!

Although he would be shocked and could not recover for a while, the tiger demon could only seize the opportunity of his disciples making occasional mistakes, and basically could not attack twice in a row.

Since the battle, the Yellow Badger has been swept three times by the tiger demon attack, and every time it blocked. He not only blocked himself, but also blocked the little Zhengtai and Ke Ren'er behind him! Gradually, many disciples who were close to him also noticed this and came over to him.

Later, Huang Badger, the only "body refining disciple", stood with a stick, and became the only person who could stand in front.

It’s a pity that a person can block the limited range. The tiger demon can attack other directions, and other disciples are still suffering from casualties.

"Ninety...Eighty...Seventy!" Zhu Hongyuan counted down silently, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "It's now!"

"Dear fellow disciples!" He suddenly shouted excitedly, "I have understood it thoroughly! I have understood the Eight Spirit Formation of the Valley Magpie, we are saved!"

While speaking, he began to make a series of complex magic tricks, each magic trick turned into a water-blue mysterious symbol, drifted into the air, and then gradually condensed into the image of a water-blue bird in the air!

The "Water Spirit Magpie" of the Eight Spirit Formation of the Valley Magpie!

The small water spirit magpies gradually took shape, their mouths, wings, and eyes gradually became clear, and the disciples of Gu Que Sect were greatly energetic. However, at this time, the tiger demon suddenly roared and hit him fiercely!

"Ah!" The disciples were panicked and fought back desperately.

"Not good!" Zhu Hongyuan suddenly exclaimed. It turned out that his hands were trembling because of the fright, and he made a wrong spell. This wrong Taoist talisman merged into the body of the water blue magpie, which directly caused the water spirit magpie to collapse!

"Help--"

"Save me!"

Suddenly, two disciples screamed in horror. It turned out that they were only focusing on attacking the tiger demon without paying attention behind them. Five or six accomplices rushed up, and more than a dozen claws grabbed their bodies and dragged them out of the formation directly. Then, the giant tiger came like a wind, easily biting the two of them to death.

"Hurry and hurry!" Zhu Hongyuan was anxious and quickly started to play tricks from scratch.

But he had just mastered the Eight Spirit Formation of Gu Mags! Even without anyone being disturbed, there was no guarantee that he could successfully summon the Water Spirit Formation every time, let alone such a fierce battle?

He was also cautious. He was obviously the bottom line of sixty people, but when there were seventy disciples left, he started to take action, leaving himself with the mistake space for "ten lives". But he overestimated his nature! In the bloody battle, he watched his fellow disciples die tragically, and saw them struggling and wailing before their death, his ears were filled with the shocking tiger roar, and the nose smelled the fishy wind gushing out of the tiger's mouth... He was completely panicked!

Especially as the remaining disciples decreased rapidly, sixty-four, sixty-three, sixty-two... As the number of people was about to fall below the bottom line in his calculations, his mind was even blank, and his ears were buzzing. He couldn't remember any formation or magic tricks!
Chapter completed!
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