This round of competition is over, and the staff announced that the next competition will be held in the evening, so everyone can have a good rest in the remaining time and recharge their batteries to prepare for the evening competition.
Taking advantage of this free time, Huan Xin also sent Su He a lot of photos of Huashan scenery and told her that everything was fine here.
Su He didn't contact Huan Xin these days because he was afraid that Huan Xin would be worried about her being distracted. Therefore, the sensible Su He would definitely not contact Huan Xin if there was nothing serious, but this could not stop Huan Xin from missing her. ah.
After Su He had been busy in the book bar all morning, his cell phone rang for a while. When he opened it, he saw all the photos sent by Qing Xin. Su He smiled, which made his heart warm. Then Su He only replied a few times. A simple word "take care of yourself", and then put away the finished coffee cup with a smile.
Huan Xin found a place where no one was quiet, and when she saw the message Su He sent back, she felt a burst of joy in her heart. For some reason, when she was with Su He, she always felt full of happiness. Even if people sit face to face and do nothing, Qingxin will feel very at ease.
After contacting Su He, Huan Xin still remembered the last words Wei Xuanhe said to him. He was also curious about what kind of story there was between the Cold Wave Sword and the Shushan Shushan Sword. So, whether he had to agree to Wei Xuanhe's request or not, he still had to watch the Cold Wave Sword. I wanted to, so I called my heart and summoned the Cold Tide Sword.
After a burst of wind, the Cold Wave Sword floated above Huan Xin's head. Seeing the tip of the sword pointed at his head, Huan Xin also frowned in discomfort and said: "In such a big place, do you have to be on top of my head? "
The Cold Wave Sword slowly flew down from Huan Xin's head, and the sword soul came out of the sword with an unhappy expression on his face.
Before Huan Xin opened his mouth, Cold Wave Sword Spirit said first, "You want to ask about Qingsuo Sword?"
Huan Xin nodded without any surprise. The sword spirit had already connected with his mind, and it would definitely know what Huan Xin was thinking. So Huan Xin motioned for Han Chao Jian to continue talking. He wanted to know what happened back then.
The Cold Wave Sword Spirit showed a vicissitudes of life expression on his face, as if he became enigmatic when he thought of the past prosperous years.
The Cold Wave Sword Spirit told Huanxin about that past incident.
That was when his wisdom first emerged, and its owner at that time was named Mo Canxue. The Cold Wave Sword also had its sword soul cultivated in Xiaoxue's hands. Not long after Xiaoxue came down from the mountain that year, she met the disciples who had come down from Shu Mountain to experience. They were all leaders of the younger generation. Their competitive spirit made them quickly decide to compete to see whose sword was stronger.
At that time, Zi Ying and Qing Suo were newly cultivated sword souls, and their levels were similar, but Xiaoxue was still extremely confident in challenging Shushan's strongest move, "Twin Swords". At that time, the Shushan sect also had two disciples, one male and one female. The male was named Lu Yan and the female was named Han Ling'er. The two of them also practiced the purple and green swords to perfection.
The three of them agreed to spar, but after fighting for hundreds of rounds, Xiaoxue was clearly at a disadvantage. He did not expect that the purple and green swords combined could be so powerful. In terms of swordsmanship alone, Han Xia's sword was so powerful. There is no way to stop the attack of the purple and green swords.
In the end, Xiaoxue got really angry and used other skills to injure Qingsuo's master at the time, Han Ling'er. Xiaoxue was also impulsive at the time. After seeing Han Ling'er injured, she stopped taking action, so she apologized to the two of them in embarrassment. They agreed that they would only compete in swordsmanship, but Xiaoxue committed a foul. He had no shame and had to admit defeat. It is admitted that the combination of the purple and green swords is indeed extraordinary. The two people from Shushan were not unreasonable people. They also knew that no one of them could be a match for Mo Canxue if they fought alone, so they shook hands and made peace, becoming good friends.
Of course, Han Ling'er didn't care about Mo Canxue's sudden change of tactics, but Xiaoxue couldn't let it go in her heart. He thought he was an upright gentleman, but he did such a thing, which made him feel ashamed of Han Ling'er, so he asked Han Ling'er for it. Han Ling'er promised that if one day something happened to Han Ling'er himself or the descendant of Qingsuo Sword, Beiming would help without hesitation, and someone would bring the Cold Wave Sword to help.
But even after Shushan was destroyed, no help came from the Cold Wave Sword. It's not that no one in Beiming went to Shushan to help at that time, but that Beiming was also facing all the crises in the mountain gate at that time. Naturally, Han Xiang didn't know about these things. After all, his demon-slaying deeds had spread throughout the world, and his fame could not be compared to the purple and green swords.
After Huan Xin listened, he knew that he would not refuse Wei Xuanhe's request no matter what. Since he had this relationship with Qingsuo Sword, he should also end the cause and effect of this thousand-year-old period. Huan Xin has decided that at the end of this conference, he will help Wei Xuanhe find Qingsuo Sword. After all, the man from thousands of years ago promised.
How could Huan Xin know that on the way to find the sword in the future, he would almost not be able to come back?
After a day, night finally came. According to the prescribed competition time, the eight promoted players also arrived one after another.
The venue for the competition is still on the square during the day. This time they compared people with talismans!
Whoever can draw the most powerful spell within the specified time will win and advance to the next round. In this round, only four people can advance to the next round of semi-finals.
This means eliminating half of the people. Huan Xin looked at the eight tables placed in the middle of the venue. The tables were filled with materials needed to draw talismans, and he couldn't help but laugh again.
The other seven people looked over again, and Zhou Jiang couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at his friend. Yu Liang knew the ability to summon the heart. After all, the three of them worked together to solve the nine-headed monster baby last time.
That time also allowed Yu Liang to grow a lot in his own strength and teamwork. But this drawing of talisman can be said to be the basic skill of every Taoist sect. Everyone has been drawing it since childhood. Who has not mastered the trick of pressing the bottom of the box with both hands? Yu Liang also held his breath this time, preparing to compete with Huan Xin. Anyway, Their Maoshan sect is also recognized as the number one in spells.
According to the rules of the competition, regardless of the type of talisman, only the effect and power of the talisman are compared. Even if it is an ordinary soul-suppressing talisman, if it is powerful and has pure Taoist power, you can still win.
Huan Xin knew that in fact, the competition in this round was to see which sect had a strong foundation and mastered many high-level spiritual talismans. In a real competition, no one will actually compare "soul-suppressing talismans". They will all be some powerful and lethal spiritual treasure talismans.
The reason why he is laughing is that the "Zhenwudang Magic Talisman" he has mastered can be said to be the strongest talisman he has seen over the years of practicing Taoism. After all, this secret technique is also a technique stored in the fourth bookshelf of Beiming Sutra Pavilion. The power and effect of awakening the heart are naturally clear, because it has been used more than once, and the last time it killed the red-haired flying corpse , it was this move that played a decisive role.
After the organizing committee introduced the rules, everyone came in one after another and began to prepare the spells to be drawn in front of their desks. Zhou Jiang was in a bit of a dilemma in this round. As a descendant of Buddhism, he was naturally not very good at drawing talismans. If he becomes good at it, he will no longer be a little monk, but a little Taoist priest.
Just when everyone else started to draw the talisman, Huan Xin found that Wei Xuanhe had been standing still. He couldn't help but look at Wei Xuanhe and saw Wei Xuanhe give him a look of affirmation. Looking at him with a confident look, Huan Xin also smiled knowingly and wanted to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
