Chapter 147 Young Ling Yunzhi

Style: Fantasy Author: The princess won't go homeWords: 3181Update Time: 24/01/13 00:06:36
Song Hansheng's speed was so fast, and his success rate was almost 100%. The elders of the Yueqing Sect were fascinated for a moment, and then couldn't help but applaud: "Okay, this is the level that our Yueqing Sect's geniuses should be!!"

He just said, after all, their Yue Qing Sect is a gathering place for talisman cultivators in the world of cultivation. How could there be a situation where someone spontaneously combusts after finishing a painting?

Mu Chongxi added: "One stroke at a time. After success, blessings from heaven will be placed on her talisman."

Ye Qiao lazily replied: "I still don't want to use that talisman. Do you want to take a look?"

She heard that the Talisman of Heaven's Blessing was quite valuable, but she didn't want to part with it.

Elder Yue Qingzong's expression changed instantly, and he said shamelessly: "Then let's take a look together?" He had never seen what the talisman blessed by Heaven looked like.

Ye Qiao was also generous and threw the talisman to him.

She really didn't brag. It was indeed a blessing from heaven. There were a few golden lines under the corner of the talisman. The elder Yueqing Sect's eyes instantly lit up. It was such a good thing. Keeping it could broaden the horizons of the younger generations who had never seen blessings from heaven.

He licked his face and asked, "Ye Qiao, can you give me this talisman of yours?"

"Okay." Ye Qiao didn't expect it to have this effect, but it was of no use if she kept it. If someone wants to buy it, don't ask. If you ask, it will naturally be for sale. She stretched out a finger and said calmly: "Ten Start with ten thousand top-grade spiritual stones."

"Okay." The other party responded immediately.

Ye Qiao instantly understood that he was going to be short.

She waved her hand, "Does anyone else want it?"

"I can draw it live."

The scene of her and Ming Xuan drawing talismans under the sky thunder and being blessed was still vivid in her mind. Some people were embarrassed to ask her if she wanted to buy it. After all, who among the five sects still lacked spiritual stones, but Ye Qiao took the initiative to speak.

"I want it." Who wouldn't want the talisman drawn by Ye Qiao? Regardless of the effect, she has been blessed by heaven, and she can brag to others if she buys it back.

"Come on, come on, come on."

Hearing that there was money to be had, Ye Qiao simply dug out the talisman paper. She didn't even bother to look for a table and just lay on the ground to draw. She really agreed with what Song Han said. She would be like Song Hansheng.

The two of them raised their hands and started writing so fast that everyone in the group didn't know which way to look.

"You just bought it like this? What if the effect is not good?"

"You are stupid, even if the effect is not good, it is still good to snatch it back and collect it."

"Yes, yes, you are smarter." The other party suddenly realized that if it has an effect, it is naturally good. If it doesn't, it doesn't matter. Just buy it and keep it.

With Ye Qiao in front, not many people paid attention to the situation on Yunque's side. She was so anxious that she couldn't help but want to see Ye Qiao's condition. Her mentality was a little unstable. Song Hansheng noticed that her aura was gathering. Chaos, couldn't help but remind: "Calm down."

He was really afraid that she would go crazy.

But Ye Qiao is indeed... a bit outrageous.

During someone's talisman-making competition, where would she put the talisman?

With Ye Qiao around, everyone else couldn't help but take a look, and then lowered their heads in shock, comforting themselves, "She is a genius, she is a genius."

Yun Que, who couldn't draw anything, was mentally disturbed.

The people around him didn't know what they were talking about, and Yun Que always felt that they were laughing at him.

To draw the talisman, you need to hold your breath and concentrate, and be calm. Yun Que could not draw it in the first place. After being done like this by Ye Qiao, this person was useless. His fingers trembled for a moment, and he held the Langhao pen tightly. Before she could finish drawing, the other talisman cultivators had already it's over.

Looking at the previous sect leaders who came to watch, especially Yun Hen, he found that he felt embarrassed and had long since found a place where no one was paying attention and ran away.

Elder Yue Qingzong was still licking his face and asking Ye Qiao for the talisman.

As soon as the drawing of talismans was finished, the first to be surrounded were several talisman cultivators, led by Song Han and Ming Xuan, who performed particularly well. When Ming Xuan squeezed in from the crowd, he saw that his junior sister was still painting there.

He stretched out his hand and pulled her out, "Stop painting, it's over."

Ye Qiao bought a lot of talismans, but when she saw that they were good, she took them away, and Shi Shiran was about to run away.

It was Fu Xiu who competed, but it was Ye Qiao who stole the show.

"Yue Qingzong wanted to die. It was Yun Que who was embarrassed, but in the end it was Ye Qiao who attracted all the attention."

"I guess Yue Qingzong has to thank Ye Qiao for covering up Xia Yue Qingzong's embarrassing appearance."

"After all, this is the top sect of the Fu Xiu lineage, and this is all it is passed down from person to person?"

It can be said that Yun Que single-handedly brought down the reputation of the Yue Qing Sect. Originally, the reputation of the Yue Qing Sect was not very good in the past few years due to their domineering behavior, but now the reputation is even worse.

"Why can't you draw it? No matter how you say it, Yun Que is a talented girl second only to Ye Qiao."

"Heaven's blessings fall and scatter. Why?"

why?

Yun Que also wanted to ask.

She pinched the pendant in her hand at a loss and took a deep breath. She had always been favored by heaven, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't know what happened and it turned out to be like this.

There has been a lot of discussion in the past few days. When you go out, you have to attract people's attention. It is different from the envy in the past, but ridicule.

The rankings on the Talisman Cultivation Rankings were determined, and a ranking was made based on the final level of Talisman Drawing. Song Hansheng was first, Ming Xuan was second, and she was last.

Su Zhuo comforted casually: "Senior Sister Ye Qiao seems to be the last one too."

"What's her status, and what's yours? Before you decide on an opponent, what you should do is improve your talisman drawing skills."

Song Hansheng paid attention to Yun Que's situation at that time.

There has been progress, but not much.

Su Zhuo nodded rarely, "Junior sister, it's really time to work harder." After all, the top ten is a symbol of strength, and those people will only remember the first and last place.

Even if you are beaten to death, you can’t do the countdown.

Yun Que's face turned pale and she moved her lips, "Is there no other way?" It was too difficult for her to fight with her own talisman.

Su Zhuo shook his head, "There's really no way around this." Once the talisman is handed over, the drawing method and talisman patterns will be remembered by the elders, and it will not work if they are drawn by others or bought.

The Yue Qing Sect made a huge embarrassment. As the main talisman cultivator, the sect's direct disciple actually succeeded in painting one, and even spontaneously combusted in the middle of the painting. It attracted the outside world to talk about it for several days, but soon the monks were exposed to another news. attracted.

Changmingzong courtyard.

"Shall I fight Qin Huai?" Mu Chongxi jumped to his feet: "Is there any mistake?"

The order in which the sword cultivators were drawn in the first round was definitely one of the things that made everyone curious. The sword cultivator competition came first. After Mu Chongxi drew the lots, he went to the ground after asking who his opponent was. I just feel that life has become gloomy.

"That Qin Huai is in the late Golden Core stage." Mu Chongxi turned over and sat up: "He seems to have some trump cards, right? What should I use to fight him?"

"You are also in the late stage of Golden Core, so there is nothing you can't fight against." Ye Qiao patted his shoulder, "Men, just have to be strong."

They have been busy these days. Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan were going to compete, so they had accumulated a lot of talismans. Zhengchou didn't know who to give them to, but Mu Chongxi was competing in front of them, so she stuffed them all into his hands.

The elders and sect leaders of various sects paid special attention to the top ten competitions. Duan Yu even made a rare visit to comfort Mu Chongxi and brought them news along the way.

"I asked about it."

"It's a spiritual sword forged by the founder of the Chengfeng Sect. It's called Qingfeng."

There must be a sword spirit inside this kind of sword that has been around for hundreds of years. Once the spirit sword has spiritual intelligence, it will be an extremely troublesome existence.

Not to mention, the spirit sword forged by the master of weapon cultivation can be said to be a killer in the competition arena. Unparalleled in the limelight.

Ye Qiao held his chin, "What does this Qingfeng Sword have to do with our martial arts?"

Qingfeng Jue and Qingfeng Sword, how come these things are not the treasures of their Changming Sect.

"That doesn't matter." Duan Yu waved his hand, "It's all about speed. Qin Huai has wind spirit root, which goes well with the Qingfeng Sword. If you can fight, fight. If you win, you will lose. Not a loss."

After all, Qin Huai is a ruthless person.

Mu Chongxi nodded casually. Thinking of the Qingfeng Sword in Qin Huai's hand, he still lacked confidence. The young man muttered, "But it would be embarrassing if he was crushed. That sword of his is very strong, right?"

Duan Yu comforted: "Actually, there is no distinction between high and low in spiritual swords. It depends on how you use it. Since the Morning and Night Sword has followed you, it must like you very much. Only when the sword master and the spiritual sword have the same understanding and ideas can the sword be used to its full potential. To the extreme.”

When Zhou Xingyun heard this, he silently glanced at Duan Chen.

Why does he feel that his sword is quite cheap?

At this moment, Duan Chen and Zhou Xingyun had a particularly tacit understanding, and both felt that the other was cheap.

Mu Chongxi silently hugged her sword tightly and nodded seriously, "I will work hard, elder!"

It's good. Sha Baitian has Sha Baitian's own swordsmanship. Duan Yu nodded happily. Mu Chongxi is not as full of ideas as Ye Qiao, nor is he as unhappy as Zhou Xingyun.

With a few words of encouragement from Chicken Soup for the Soul, Mu Chongxi no longer had any worries.

Forge ahead and be magnanimous.

This is the most suitable seedling for kendo.

"Come on." Ye Qiao waved to him and smiled, "You are the only swordsman genius."

In terms of talent, Mu Chongxi is actually not inferior to Ye Qinghan.

When I was young, I was the best in the world.

A woman would only affect the speed of her senior brother's sword.

Ye Qiao firmly believed.



"Xi Xi baby!"

"Come on."

There were fans cheering outside the venue.

Mingxuan saw this and followed suit: "Xixi baby, come on~"

"roll."

The two of them had never dealt with each other before, and Mu Chongxi almost drew his sword.

"Stop making trouble and go quickly."

Mu Chongxi was the first to stand on the competition stage under the watch of a group of people. The young man was holding a sword, and his bright red eyebrows made his eyes particularly beautiful. The little girl in the audience was immediately full of enthusiasm: "I want to be a swordsman, like them Like that, killing indiscriminately!”

The sword cultivators all look great!

Seeing this, Duan Yu leaned over, rubbed his hands, and said cheerfully: "Little girl, what do you think of me?"

"..."

"Ah ah ah! Monsters and monsters, leave quickly!"

She looked at the unshaven middle-aged man, cried and ran away covering her face.

No more love.

Duan Yu silently covered his injured heart, turned away and continued to watch the game.