How Stubborn These Monks Are!

After hearing Dashi Fang-Kong's question, Zheng-Fu could not help but smile. He had learned a lot about this tactical formation during the time when he had slipped into parallel-dimensional space. And perhaps Zheng-Fu knew all the skills that existed here.

“Hmm! Because I've practiced it before!”

Huh!?

“You've practiced before!? Kid, as for the Eighteen Arahants Tactical Formation, besides our sect’s prime disciples, no one else can practice it. And you are an outsider, so how will you ever practice it? Or are you thinking of insulting our tactical formation?” Dashi Fang-Kong tried to suppress himself from showing displeasure at Zheng-Fu's words.

“If Dashi doesn't believe me, you can try it. But I can't guarantee that your disciples won't get hurt because unexpected things can always happen in maneuvers!” Zheng-Fu did not care what this monk had to say because he did not come here to cause any trouble.

Hah!