You call this the way of the sword?

Yang Qingfeng asked for 500 sets right off the bat. Anyone else would probably have gotten furious, but Jiang Yuan was unusually excited and immediately threw herself into working overtime to rush the production.

Seeing her enthusiasm, Yang Qingfeng stopped making any formalities, gave a brief instruction, and then crushed the teleportation crystal, leaving behind eight basic formations that shone like stars.

If a formation master were to witness this scene, they would be utterly astonished.

Yang Qingfeng had no idea that studying formations would be countless times more difficult than he had imagined.

Normally, accurate formation requires sufficient patience, a talent for formations, a grasp of space, and a precise calculation of numerical proportions.

In the Array Dao Academy, beginners cannot successfully set up an array without failing a hundred times.

Moreover, one success does not mean that you have mastered it. You can only reach the level of proficiency by constantly setting up formations and accumulating experience.

However, Yang Qingfeng only spent less than a day and failed once. After that, he easily set up eight basic formations by relying on his focus and spiritual intuition.

Through these eight basic formations, Yang Qingfeng came to a conclusion.

There are thousands of basic formations, but they all follow the same principle. Setting up more and more of them is just a waste of money.

He thoroughly studied the "Outline of the Basic Formation of the Ink Method," and finding no change in the conclusions, he stopped practicing it and instead focused on mentally arranging, deducing, and memorizing the formations, essentially memorizing the entire basic formation.

Just as once you know the detailed rules of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, all basic formations only change in form but not in meaning. Once you understand this, the rules will naturally emerge.

In Yang Qingfeng's view, this pattern no longer needs to be actually verified; it only needs to be memorized and then taken out when needed. With the help of spirit beads to form an array, the array is complete.

In fact, Yang Qingfeng himself didn't know if this was right or wrong, but this was how he had always learned when he was at Wendao Caotang. He studied on his own, and if he understood, he understood; if he didn't understand, he was wrong. If he knew he was wrong, he would ask his teacher for guidance, correct his mistakes, and then understand again. This was what it meant to understand the Way.

After returning to the battlefield, Yang Qingfeng was engrossed in reading and memorizing for an unknown amount of time, without even counting how many array bases he had memorized. When he came to his senses again, Yu Junjian had already brought him to the Pingchuan West Plain.

Nishihara Mobu is not a city, but a historical site.

In its existing history, this area was once a state of the human race, or in ancient times a province.

Its area exceeds ten thousand hectares, where heaven and earth are dead. As far as the eye can see, it is a gray and desolate place, with lifeless ruins everywhere. Yet, it has nurtured all kinds of wild monsters and attracted a large number of alien demons, becoming a sacred place for cultivation for later generations.

It was precisely because of the struggle for the value of the remaining resources after the death of the Demon City that the various races fought for years, making the Demon City the battlefield of the five races it is today.

"It's quite lively."

Upon entering the Xiyuan area, Yang Qingfeng encountered many newcomers from the same cohort.

They wore different brooches representing different universities, and there were also mixed teams.

Like the developmental period before a major exam, they form teams to hunt on the outskirts of the western plains.

If you listen carefully as you pass by, you'll hear that almost everyone is talking about the Pingchuan Grand Competition. It seems that no one knows that the demons and ghosts have entered the venue six months in advance, or they simply don't care.

Yang Qingfeng had a strange intuition that something big was about to happen.

The thought had barely formed when a scream pierced the sky, followed by a chorus of gasps and screams as the chaotic crowd surged toward them.

Yang Qingfeng sat in the air, moved the book aside and looked ahead. He saw a large black bowl overturned on the ground in the distance, which was constantly expanding.

It is a barrier created by demons and ghosts.

Behind the crowd, the slower-moving boys and girls were constantly being trapped inside the barrier, resulting in even more agonizing screams.

"They've already fought their way this far?"

Yang Qingfeng had just looked at the map. This place should be the rear of the Xiyuan stronghold. The demons who made the move were quite bold. They were indeed rising stars.

Whether they are rising stars among humans or emerging talents among demons, they all have two things in common: youthful arrogance and ignorance of the immensity of the world, and a refusal to learn from their mistakes until they hit a wall.

Those like Bai Xiaoxing, who have spent a year or two in the game, are completely different. If they can't win, they run away; if they can't run away, they recognize a master. That's true cultivation.

The same applies to Yang Qingfeng; it's just that no one has been able to defeat him yet.

"Stop running!!"

"Damn it, this is a battlefield, what the hell are you running for?!"

Just as Yang Qingfeng approached on his sword, a group of people suddenly stepped forward, trying to stabilize the situation and bring back the chaotic crowd.

Above their heads, the information was clearly visible: none of them were level 20 or below.

To be honest, it's admirable that they were brave, but it was completely unnecessary.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that the other side has a barrier and dares to cause trouble in the human race's rear, so they must be fearless and have a guaranteed level advantage. Blindly engaging in battle will only result in death.

As Yang Qingfeng flew past the group on his sword, he said calmly, "Let's run."

Upon hearing Yang Qingfeng's words, the other party instinctively wanted to lash out, but when he turned his head, he saw a Shura demon mask being put on his face, leaving behind his back as he disappeared into the barrier.

A fleeting moment of handsomeness and a sudden burst of ferocity unexpectedly brought all five members of the team to their knees.

"Is that...our guard?"

"Does it look like it?"

"Who cares? He can fly on a sword, he must be a senior!"

"Let's go in and watch our senior slay the demon!"

These five are childhood friends who have been together since they were in Fudi. They're the kind of friends who can make all five of them fart if one of them does.

They had originally planned to fight, but now that they had mistaken Yang Qingfeng for their senior, they suddenly felt as if the sky had fallen and their senior was there to hold it up, so they charged into the barrier with renewed confidence.

Inside the barrier, half of the dozen or so newly promoted humans lay on the ground, unable to get up. The rest, knowing they could not escape, huddled together and fought back.

However, they were ambushed first and both were injured. Their opponents were a level 25 Wind Falcon Demon, who not only had a level advantage but also attacked from the air without taking any damage, mocking and taunting them.

"Scream! Shout! Die!!"

"Hahaha, I knew there was meat to be had later, tons of fresh meat, hahaha!!"

"Listen up, you human brats! The one who's going to take your life today is named Yin Jiujun. You'd better get back to your original form, or I'll kill you again in your next life! Hahaha... uh."

The falcon demon who called himself Silver Nine-kun froze suddenly after he finished speaking and started laughing, even stopping the skill he was about to throw.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like something had nailed him to the butt.

The location was quite close to the central region, and since his four brothers were all caught up in the action, he felt too embarrassed to ask them to come and help him take a look.

Just then, Yang Qingfeng floated in unhurriedly from the side.

Yin Jiujun, clutching his backside, happened to see it and was startled by the Asura-like mask. "Oh my god, another one coming to its death! Guys, look, doesn't this look like a big caravan?"

"What kind of big cargo could possibly be found in this area?"

"Wow, this look is pretty intimidating."

"Playing the hero, kid? Trying to be all alone, huh?"

These falcon demons were incredibly talkative. Yang Qingfeng heard them yelling as soon as he entered, which reminded him of some of Jiang Yuan's instructions before he left.

Jiang Yuan said that to create momentum, one must establish authority, and to establish authority, one must have a reason. An empty shell organization is not enough; the demons and ghosts must know what they are afraid of.

Simply put, you need to have a name, and in order to become famous quickly, you have to say that name yourself.

Faced with the mockery of the Falcon Demon and the hopeful gazes of his fellow disciples, Yang Qingfeng's expression behind his mask was as strange as could be, but in the end he still landed and pointed his sword at the Falcon Demon.

He said in a deliberately low voice, "My name is Efeng, I am here by Heaven to slay demons. You worthless villains, die!"