The middle-aged man's words were like the wind blowing from the netherworld, which sent chills down Jiang Ning's spine.

He knows everything about his affairs in Whale Mountain.

"who are you?"

After a while, Jiang Ning asked with a sweet feeling in his throat.

Jiang Ning didn't recognize the bronze medal, but he knew the words written on it.

It is the token of Dongjie City.

This is enough to represent this person's background and identity, so there is no need to say more about the purpose of his appearance here.

He is here to catch himself too!

Jiang Ning circulated his spiritual energy, took two steps back, and distanced himself from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had no reaction to his behavior.

He raised his eyelids, smiled at Jiang Ning, and said, "Since you want to know so much, I will tell you. Maybe you have heard of my name."

As he spoke, the bonfire in front of him burst into flames.

The flames rose up and turned into a scalding python. After rolling in the air, three scorching characters were outlined.

"Wenming Ming!" Jiang Ning read out unconsciously.

Thoughts were swirling in his mind, and he vaguely remembered where he had heard this name.

Suddenly, an inspiration came to me.

Song Qingyuan's face appeared, and along with his mouth movements, he spoke the name of a terrible person, and that name was Wen Wenming!

One of the two masters of Dongjie City, the fate-breaking formation master who is as famous as the fortune-teller Xiong Feihu, Wenming Ming!

"It's you!" Jiang Ning's pupils dilated.

In an instant, he was like a colorful tiger whose tail had been stepped on, with nervous hostility visible throughout his body.

As a practitioner of the same lineage of formations, Jiang Ning is very aware of the terror of formation masters.

As long as you give the opponent enough time to set up the formation, the enemy will fall into a passive corner. Unless you are strong enough to break through with brute force, there will be no way.

And he was unconscious for two days and one night, which was enough time for the other party to lay hundreds of killing arrays around him!

Not to mention that he is an existence that far exceeds that of a sect master!

The realms of the formation path are divided into formation masters, grand formation masters, sect formation masters, life-breaking formation masters, mysterious formation masters, earth formation masters, holy formation masters and heavenly formation masters that only exist in legends.

As a cultural civilization that is beyond Jiangning, he can be played with by applause like an old man playing with a naughty boy.

The gap between the sky and the earth made Jiang Ning sweatdrop on his forehead.

Wen Wenming waved his sleeves, and the words outlined by the flames immediately dissipated and turned back into dots of flames falling into the bonfire.

"It seems that my guess is correct, you know me."

Wen Wenming still had that gentle smile, but in Jiang Ning's eyes, he looked a little ferocious.

Jiang Ning became more and more nervous, and at the same time began to scan the surroundings with the corner of his eyes.

He was observing to see if he could find any traces of the formation on the ground.

Unfortunately, nothing was found!

In other words, he knew nothing about the methods of the Fate-Breaking Formation Master.

The search was fruitless, and Jiang Ning could only turn her mind back to the middle-aged man in front of her, and asked: "Since you know who I am, why do you want to save me?"

Jiang Ning really didn't understand this.

The other party obviously had the opportunity to kill him or take him back to Dongjie City, but why didn't he do it and even bandaged his wounds?

What is he planning?

Wen Wenming stared at the dancing bonfire in front of him, with a somewhat complicated look on his face. After a long silence, he spoke and asked in a tone of confirmation: "You killed Xiong Feihu, right?"

It seems that he still has a little doubt about what happened at Giant Whale Mountain.

But come to think of it, a cultivator who has just been promoted to the Yangshen realm can not only kill several strong men of the same level, but also a fortune teller with the ability to predict the future.

If this news spreads, no one will believe it!

Jiang Ning did not deny it.

"It's me, but I also have Song Qingyuan's help."

He thought about it and decided to drag that little fox cub into the water. Who could have made him lose control of his mouth at that time and talk about his luck? This could be regarded as his retribution.

Wen Wenming frowned, then relaxed his eyebrows after a moment.

"Xiao Song, his skills are really impatient." He nodded as he spoke, looking like a senior, and he didn't know whether he was relying on his elders to show off his skills, or whether he really had some skills.

But what does this have to do with him saving himself?

As if he heard Jiang Ning's thoughts, Wenming Ming continued: "Anyway, if you can kill Xiong Feihu, it means you must be extraordinary, so I will save you."

Jiang Ning: "???"

Because I was lucky enough to meet the second idiot from Dongjie City?

But soon, his idea was shattered.

Wen Wenming changed the topic and said: "In this case, I will kill you myself to prove that I am more capable than that old guy Xiong Feihu."

"Poof!" Jiang Ning almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

They say that the older you get, the more you become a monster, and it is indeed true.

The person standing in front of him is a pure old pervert!

Save yourself in order to kill yourself... Damn it!

"Do you cultivators in Dongjie City all have some weird habits?" Jiang Ning couldn't help but spit out a sentence.

Either to steal people's luck, or to save them first and then kill them, each idea is more outrageous than the last.

Wen Wenming didn't quite understand what he meant, but he didn't delve into it.

"Judging from the way you're talking, your injuries should have almost recovered, so let's stop talking and get started, shall we?"

This was the first time Jiang Ning was so polite in a fight.

However, as a Grand Formation Master, he really wanted to see what the Fate-Breaking Formation Master was capable of above him.

"Then please ask senior for advice!" He was also very polite.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen Wenming point the stick in his hand to pull the fire on the ground, then lift it up again and draw a circle with the point as the center.

Following his actions, there was a "bang" sound around Jiangning, and raging flames rose up, and this flame happened to correspond to the circle drawn under Wenming Ming's wooden stick.

"What a weird method, is it also a formation?" Jiang Ning's thoughts flashed through his mind.

Unable to help him think about it, Wen Wenming continued to make moves.

The half-burnt black wooden stick began to become flexible in his hands.

No, to be precise, it is no longer a stick.

It's a pen!

A pen that can paint!

With just a few strokes of his hand, dense crossbow arrows emerged from the wall of fire around Jiangning.

These crossbow arrows, all made of flames, shuttled between each other and were bound to turn Jiang Ning into a sieve.

After Jiang Ning used the thunder escape technique to hide several times, he found that he was restricted by the wall of fire and could not escape. He had to activate his spiritual energy to form a barrier and guard himself in it.

But there are too many flaming arrows, and they seem to be endless. If you continue to persist, you will only waste your strength in vain.

"Senior Wen, as a member of the Formation Dao, do you only know the tricks played by these children?" Jiang Ning rolled his eyes, had a plan in mind, and spoke provocatively.

Wen Wenming sneered.

Why couldn't he hear Jiang Ning's aggressive tactics, but he didn't care.

"What a sharp-tongued little boy, since you want to see it, I will help you!" As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, and the fire stick broke into several pieces in his palm.

Then, he placed these short logs of different lengths around the circle in different arrangements.
Chapter completed!