The next morning!

  A large crowd gathered in front of Senior Class 3's classroom.

  What happened last night has spread, and many classes have stopped to watch. There were also students who quit voluntarily before the class was dismissed, most of whom were advised by their instructors to drop out.

  The student actively withdrew from class, which is absolutely the first time, causing a great sensation in the college.

  In front of each class, there is a martial arts arena where instructors guide students during their training.

  The martial arts arena in front of the Advanced Third Class is exceptionally large because the Third Class is famous for its formation techniques, and a smaller venue would be insufficient for practice.

  The entire martial arts arena was surrounded by over a thousand people, layer upon layer, packed in so tightly that it was impossible to squeeze through.

  The students of the third class arrived early, one by one with angry faces. The moment they heard the news, they didn't sleep all night, mobilizing all the students to severely punish this traitor.

  In recent years, the advanced third class has produced many good array masters, Sun Shizhou is one of them, wearing a purple long gown, arrived early, Jiang Hua and others stood aside.

  The sun rises three posts high, but the willow still has no leaning branch.

  "What's gotten into him? That kid won't be scared off now, will he?"

  The students of Class 3 were in an uproar, as it was already past class time and Song Ling had yet to appear.

  "He must have been so scared that he fled overnight!"

  A burst of laughter came from the crowd, daring to challenge the entire third class, unless they were fed up with living.

  The martial arts arena was filled with cheers and applause, but the courtyard where Liu Wuxie lived was quiet.

  "Do you all remember?" asked Liu Wuxie to Songling.

  Whether today's class can be cancelled or not depends on Songling's performance. After all, he is an outsider and there are some things that cannot be interfered with.

  "Got it!"

  Songling nodded, and in one night, he learned a lot of formation knowledge that exceeded the total amount of knowledge he had accumulated over the past decade or so. The formation knowledge of his family was nothing compared to what Liu Dage taught him.

  Not only did he teach him the knowledge of formation methods, but also helped him refine a set of formation flags. The way to apply formation methods is still remembered in his heart and needs to be played out on the spot.

  "Alright, let's go!"

  Glancing at the sky, it was already late, and he hurried off with Songling Chao's third-class high-ranking officials.

  Through the lush forest, into the classroom area, looking far away, a layer of dense crowd appeared in front, everyone had been waiting for a long time.

  The instructor of Class 3A, a man in his fifties with a goatee, was getting angry as it had already been half an hour.

  "Senior, this kid is too much, should I go and bring them over?"

  Jiang Hua couldn't bear it anymore and walked up to Master Gao, preparing to personally go to the place where Liu Wuxie and his gang were hiding and capture them.

  "They're here!"

  As soon as the words fell, a commotion spread through the crowd. Liu Wuxie led Song Ling through the crowd and appeared on the martial arts arena, with over a thousand eyes gathering on the two of them at once.

  "I thought you wouldn't dare come!"

  Jiang Hua let out a cold laugh, staring at them as if they were dead men. Today, he would make sure they wouldn't be able to return. The academy often had academic exchanges, and accidental injuries or loss of life were considered normal phenomena.

  "Cut the crap, how can I drop this course?!"

  Liu Wu didn't bother to waste words with them, the reward would be issued soon, he had other things to attend to and couldn't delay for too long.

  What pride!

  Liu Wuxie's appearance thoroughly enraged everyone in the third class, and one by one they condemned him with their words, as if they could swallow him alive.

  From Song Ling's body, it can be seen that the senior third-class instructor is not even worth half a bottle in terms of array techniques. This kind of trash, if it were in the past, Liu Wuxie wouldn't even give him a glance.

  "You're too arrogant, kid! Today I'll make sure you don't leave here alive!"

  Jiang Hua's eyes turned cold, and suddenly ten students walked out, gathering around the martial arts arena.

  "I'm waiting with bated breath!"

  Liu Wuxie still replied coldly, but Song Ling was very nervous, with cold sweat on his palms.

  "The rules are simple, we set up a formation, as long as you can walk out of it alive, we agree to let you drop out of Advanced Class 3!"

  Since everyone is learning formation techniques, let's decide victory or defeat based on formation techniques, which is the most fair and reasonable.

  "Good!"

  Liu Wuxie agreed too readily, without even considering it, just wanting to end it as soon as possible.

  "Where did this kid get his confidence from? He spent a whole night preparing in Class 3, under the guidance of a high-level instructor, and must have set up a formidable killing array. Even if it's a Xuanzi number student who comes, there's a possibility they'll be defeated. Where did he get his confidence?"

  The students from other classes couldn't understand and had never seen such an arrogant person before.

  This isn't confidence, from start to finish, Liu Wuxie never considered them as opponents, and didn't want to say an extra word.

  "Too arrogant! Let him know the power of the third shift soon!"

  Liu Wuxie's attitude made many people unhappy. From the moment he appeared, he always acted superior, with his hands behind his back, pretending to be a master, but in reality, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, which is considered young among the students.

  The surrounding clamor, Liu Wuxie remained unmoved, even closing his eyes, allowing the high-ranking third-class to arrange the formation.

  In a real battle, who will give you the opportunity to set up your formation? The opportunity is fleeting, and setting up the formation must be done instantly, or there will be no chance of defeating the opponent.

  Deep in the Imperial Academy, a woman wearing a yellow long dress rushed into a courtyard at high speed.

  "Sister Xu, it's not good! The person I asked you to investigate got into another fight with someone."

  It was still the same courtyard as yesterday, Xu Lingxue was cultivating, Master had gone to give a lesson, and there was only her alone in the courtyard cultivating. Without Master's order, he didn't dare go out, all messages could only be conveyed through Yao Shimei.

  "What happened?"

  Xu Lingxue stood up with a worried face, having just joined the academy yesterday and already getting into a fight with someone.

  Yao Shimei took a deep breath and slowly began to recount what had happened in the cafeteria last night.

  Including the matter of Zui Xian Ju, everything was told to Xu Ling Xue one by one, and the latter's delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  Songling knew that Song Xiaojie, on that day in the arena, had a good relationship with Liu Wuxie, and it was normal to help out for the sake of friendship.

  "I'm going to take a look!"

  Xu Lingxue finished speaking and suddenly ran outside, wanting to see what had happened, and didn't care about the master's orders anymore.

  "Sister Xu, you've left, what if Director Bai of Qingyuan returns!"

  Yao Shimei followed behind, with a worried look on her face. Baili Qing was notorious for being strict and would definitely severely punish Xu Lingxue if she found out that the latter had snuck out without her permission, including herself.

  "Don't worry, Master's class will take a long time to finish today, I'll just go take a look and come back."

  Xu Lingxue lightly covered her face with a veil and after arriving at the Imperial Academy, she rarely went out and usually stayed in the courtyard to cultivate.

  After some arrangement, the formation led by Jiang Hua was finally set up.

  Songling's hands kept calculating something, if it were yesterday, he would definitely be confused, but after a night of cramming, the formation set by Sanban, he could actually see seven or eight, and basically understood everything.

  He had even more admiration for Brother Liu, and after taking a glance at him, he found that Brother Liu had his eyes closed, quietly cultivating.

  "The formation is set up, as long as you can hold on for a stick of incense time, it will be considered a success."

  Jiang Hua retreated from the formation, this should be a killing array, using the formation to kill both of them inside.

  Ten senior third-class disciples were distributed at the Array Eye, ready to activate the array at any time.

  "Let's get started!"

  Liu Wuxie opened his eyes, and in his gaze, there was still a look of nonchalance, with a hint of impatience.

  Li Shengsheng and Zhao Cheng arrived early, both with worried expressions. Things had already reached this point, and it was too late to stop them now.

  All of a sudden!

  A formless light screen enveloped the entire martial arts arena, trapping Liu Wuxie and Songling inside. Amidst the formation, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.

  "This is actually the Seven Tribulations Shifting Sand Formation!"

  A cry of horror spread through the crowd, such a ruthless killing array had been used, this was not just to kill Liu Wuxie, but to make him die without a place to be buried.

  The storm broke out, and a strong lightning bolt was formed inside the formation, which shot straight at Liu Wuxie.

  "Songling, let's begin!"

  Liu Wuxie stepped on the Seven Stars with his foot and lightly dodged the lightning, unexpectedly retreating to one side of the formation, letting Song Ling break through the formation himself.

  This is an excellent opportunity for training, deciphering this formation will reveal the way of Songling's formation, comparable to those Xuanzi students.

  "Good!"

  Songling let out a loud roar and quickly moved to the weak point of the formation according to the knowledge of formation techniques that Liu Dage had taught him.

  He stepped on Kun Gate and suddenly appeared at Qian Gate. The speed of change was so fast that it made people gasp in amazement.

  He's just a minor postnatal realm; if he were in the prenatal realm, that would be something else.

  One punch was thrown, seemingly ordinary and unremarkable, but the entire Qian Gate suddenly transmitted a fierce vibration, the formation became unstable, and a loud cracking sound was heard.

  "What's going on? How could he possibly find the weakness of the formation at the first time?"

  Jiang Hua looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes staring at Song Ling.

  Songling's performance over the past few days has been crystal clear. He has a natural talent for formations, but compared to these old men, he is still too weak.

  The senior master's eyes narrowed, and his previous punch was extremely clever. Even he couldn't achieve such precision.

  Without exerting any effort, it put immense pressure on the formation. The ten third-class disciples guarding the formation's eye were shocked and immediately changed the formation.

  That's the power of formation, it can change at will.

  They changed, Song Ling followed suit, and as for Liu Wuxie, he instead became a spectator. Every time they encountered danger, his footsteps moved lightly to avoid those killing moves.

  At first, Songling was tied up, but as time went on, he gradually adapted and kept looking for weaknesses in the formation. He had to break through within the time it took to burn an incense stick.

  Songling practiced a style of boxing that was both expansive and contractive, which suited his physique perfectly. Every time he threw a punch, it would create ripples in the air.

  "Overcome difficulties and break through obstacles!"

  Muttering to himself, his magic was on the verge of collapse, and he was about to lose control. This scene stunned everyone present.

  "How can this be? This trash's formation is so powerful!"

  Others can't understand it, but the other students in Class 3 can see it clearly. Songling's formation is too powerful.

  This is indeed the Seven Tribulations Shifting Sand Formation, a true killing formation. In Song Ling's eyes, it was like child's play.

  Those who watched even had a kind of illusion, were they fooling around?

  "Look quickly, what is he doing!"

  Songling cracked the formation method, and a flag of more than one foot long appeared in his hand, suddenly inserted into the ground.

  The arena of the third class is very special, the ground is extremely soft, convenient for inserting array flags.