Fantasy: My Senior Brother Is Super Strong [Comedy + Xinxia]

**Chapter 116: [MSBISS]**

Before the disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion understood what was happening, they had already been shrouded in white fog.

They were deeply trapped in it.

"Oops, oops!"

"It's a trap!"

"We're ambushed!"

"I—I can't see! Senior Brother, where are you?"

"Senior Brother Cang, help me!"

"Go!"

"Leave here!"

The voices of the disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion came one after another, panicking and fleeing in all directions.

Cang Ling, being the oldest person among the crowd, had more experience.

He reacted quickly.

"Oh no, it's a formation!"

"A maze formation!"

Cang Ling shouted, "Don't panic! Don't move around!"

"It's a maze formation, but don't worry. As long as we work together to break it, we won't be trapped here."

Before he finished speaking, the fog completely enveloped him.

Even Zhang Zheng and Wu Tianzong, who were beside him, disappeared.

Cang Ling frowned, then sneered.

"You dare to show off a mere second-grade formation in front of me?"

A second-grade formation is not of high grade.

Even if he couldn't find the center of the formation, he could break it forcefully.

Then, he stretched out his spiritual consciousness.

However, the feedback he received from it made him feel as if he were stuck in a quagmire and unable to move.

The range that he could explore was reduced to only a few feet in radius.

This feeling was very uncomfortable.

Cang Ling's face became uglier by the second.

"Damn it, is there a maze formation?"

The maze formation has no lethality, but it can suppress spiritual consciousness.

Whether it is spiritual consciousness or divine consciousness, it serves as the second pair of eyes for a cultivator.

When spiritual consciousness is suppressed, it is like someone covering your eyes, making it difficult to move.

Cang Ling, being experienced and having seen a lot, felt a bad premonition in his heart.

The Soul-Mazing Array and the Trace Array are both second-grade arrays, which can be learned with enough effort.

But—

Being able to combine these two arrays and mix them together?

This is not just about hard work.

This requires talent and is not something that can be accomplished casually.

Could it be the work of a master of arrays?

Cang Ling's heart sank.

But!

Cang Ling gritted his teeth. "Hmph! No matter if you are a master or not, I will kill you."

After saying that, a longsword appeared in his hand, and he directed the sword's light into the array.

However, there was no effect.

"I don't believe it!"

He took a step forward, and the spiritual power of the longsword in his hand began to gather.

Just before he made his move, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

A thin old man appeared before him.

He had a goatee and a pair of brown eyes sunk deep in their sockets, giving him a gloomy aura.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

Cang Ling was shocked and quickly put away his sword.

The figure before him was his grandfather, Cang Zhengchu.

"Grandpa, why are you here?"

Cang Ling was delighted. Could it be that his grandfather had arrived just in time to break the opponent's formation?

As long as his grandfather was there, there was no need to worry about any monsters.

Cang Zhengchu didn't say anything and suddenly slapped him with a palm.

Cang Ling was shocked and quickly raised his sword to defend.

"No! This—this is an illusion formation!"

Cang Zhengchu didn't cause any harm to him, making him realize what was happening.

He felt cold in his heart.

Three large formations were mixed together. Such a method is definitely a skill that only a master of formations can possess.

"Which senior is here to visit?"

The strength of the formation master is not something a small foundation-building cultivator like him can resist.

Especially in a formation set up by a formation master, that strength is even more extraordinary, increasing exponentially.

Fighting in a formation created by a master will only lead to a faster demise.

"My grandfather is Cang Zhengchu, an elder of Guiyuan Pavilion. I hope you will come out to see me."

"Perhaps there has been some misunderstanding."

Cang Ling shouted his identity.

He was afraid of provoking the old monster.

He could only lean on his backer.

Cang Zhengchu is a well-known master in Qizhou, in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

Ordinary people dare not provoke him easily.

After Cang Ling finished speaking, there was no movement for a long time.

Cang Ling couldn't help but feel nervous.

Was he afraid or not?

Thinking of his grandfather's power, Cang Ling felt calmer.

"Senior, even if there is any misunderstanding, we can discuss it slowly."

"My grandfather—

But!

Before he could finish, a voice rang in his ear.

"The grandson of that old man, Cang Zhengchu?"

"There are plenty of good things, right?"

"Bring them to me!"

Before Cang Ling could react, he felt a huge spiritual consciousness attacking him.

"Bang!"

The attacking spiritual consciousness was domineering and unparalleled, like an unreasonable robber.

It rushed forward without any restraint.

Cang Ling only felt a buzzing in his head, then his sea of consciousness felt as if it had been hammered hard by someone.

His eyes rolled back, he lost consciousness, and fainted directly.

Lu Chen's figure slowly emerged.

Seeing Cang Ling fainted, he hit him again.

He employed the Shocking God Technique once more.

Cang Ling, who lay unconscious on the ground, twitched a few times, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Cang Ling had already sustained severe injuries and his sea of consciousness was badly damaged.

"Humph! Cang Zhengchu, you've bullied us," Lu Chen cursed. "I will collect some interest from your grandson first."

Then came the skilled looting process.

He took off Cang Zhengchu's storage ring.

He opened it and looked inside.

Lu Chen was pleasantly surprised. "Oh, you are truly worthy of being the grandson of that old man; there are many good things."

"But why are there always so few spirit stones?"

"Magic weapons, elixirs, materials—inconvenient to cash in—that's troublesome."

While looting, he mocked, "Can't you prepare more spirit stones? Why so many physical objects?"

Soon, Cang Ling was stripped bare.

All the small defensive items he wore were taken away, leaving nothing behind.

Looking at Cang Ling, who was left with only a pair of underwear, Lu Chen fell silent, contemplating.

Finally, he said, "Forget it, let's spare his life."

"That old man, Cang Zhengchu, is here. If I kill his descendants, I'm afraid I will be targeted."

The incident with Xin Zhi warned him that killing the descendants of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator could bring considerable trouble.

He still had an unresolved problem.

There was no need to provoke Cang Zhengchu.

Let the elder brother deal with the old Cang Zhengchu.

Lu Chen turned and left, his figure slowly disappearing into the formation.

"I hope the others from Guiyuan Pavilion will not let me down."

After a few hours, the formation dissipated, and Lu Chen's figure reappeared.

The disciples of Guiyuan Pavilion were lying on the ground, all unconscious.

Moreover, they all shared the same fate; all were left with only a pair of underwear, having been thoroughly looted.

All the disciples had blood at the corners of their mouths, and they were more or less injured.

Looking at them, Lu Chen snorted. "I'll leave you to my junior sister."

He then erased the traces of the formation while cursing.

"Don't you all like spirit stones?"

"All the spirit stones combined are less than 10,000. Pathetic."

"A lot of materials, magic weapons—so inconvenient to cash in."

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