Han Feng felt baffled, thinking to himself that this was the first time he had seen this woman, so why did he offend her? He couldn't figure it out, sighed secretly, and walked to his courtyard a little depressed.
After a while, he passed by a lake at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, in a pavilion several feet wide in the center of the lake, a small group of people gathered in a circle, and noisy sounds were heard from time to time.
Han Feng was a little curious and couldn't help but turn a corner and walk along the winding wooden bridge to get there. It turned out that the group of them were fighting for talismans, and Situ Shaomei was among them.
The so-called talisman fighting is a unique method of competition between talisman masters. One talisman master takes out a piece of talisman paper and starts with a talisman pen. The other talisman master will continue to draw the talisman in succession. Whoever makes a mistake in drawing during the relay process will be This person pays the compensation for a finished talisman to the previous talisman master. This process requires the talisman master to have extremely skilled and rapid drawing skills, and failure will occur if you are not careful.
For third-level Talisman masters, the talismans they compete with can only be limited to First-level talismans, otherwise it will be difficult to control them, so even if they lose, they will not lose miserably. This is one of the games that Talisman masters like to play.
The group of them also saw Han Feng. There was a third-level Talisman Master wearing fiery red clothes whose eyes lit up slightly. He stood up and said enthusiastically: "This senior brother came just in time. The seven of us have just gathered together. You also Have some."
Han Feng was stunned. He had never played such a game before and immediately shook his head.
Situ Shaomei suddenly sneered and said mockingly: "Are you afraid of losing?"
Han Feng glanced at her and was immediately stared back by her, which made him a little angry. However, his face was calm and he smiled and said: "Since Junior Sister Situ invites me warmly, I would rather be respectful than obey. I don't know what you guys are doing." How old is it?”
Situ Shaomei snorted and was about to retort when the man in fiery red clothes jumped in and said, "We are just playing a small game for fun, so we will pay one for each."
The so-called pay-for-one means that the talisman drawn in a relay is a first-grade talisman, and the payout is also a first-grade talisman, so the stakes are indeed very small.
"Senior brother, if you have no objection, please take a seat." The man in red smiled at Han Feng. After saying that, he sat down first and took out a copper-colored talisman paper, eight boxes of talisman ink, and eight talismans from the bag behind his back. Talisman pen. Obviously he is the organizer of this game, and he is very organized, skillfully distributing the talisman ink and talisman pens to every talisman master.
Han Feng nodded, glanced at the round table that was about ten feet long, and had to sit down on the only remaining stone bench, which was actually the seat under Situ Shaomei. Fortunately, the round table was very large, and everyone was several feet away from each other. Situ Shaomei Mei glared at him with a stern face, and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Yuan, after all, we are also third-level Talisman Masters. We only pay one for one in a fight. Isn't it too stingy?"
"Oh, what do you want, Junior Sister Situ?" The man in red looked up at her and said with a gentle smile.
"At least we have to fight for ten low-grade spiritual stones!" Situ Shaomei responded.
The man in red looked calm, glanced around the Talisman Masters, and asked with a smile: "I personally have no objection, what do you think?"
Ten low-grade spiritual stones in a game is not a big bet for a third-grade Talisman Master, so they all nodded in agreement. Han Feng had made a lot of money during this period, so he naturally had no objection. He looked up at the man in red and smiled and nodded.
"Hey, it's the first time to draw the fireball talisman, let me start first!" The man in red chuckled, and immediately raised the pen to draw on the copper-colored talisman paper. Then he flicked his wrist and the talisman paper moved steadily. Arriving in front of the third-level talisman master on his left, the talisman master took advantage of the power of the talisman to quickly continue to extend the strokes of the man in red on the talisman paper, and then transferred it to the next person.
Not long after, five relays were made, and the talisman path had traveled one third of the way. The talisman's power became more unstable and the time it could last was shorter.
At this time, it happened to be Situ Shaomei's turn, but she didn't look very nervous. She raised her hand and started drawing without thinking, without any sense of hindrance. She completed her part in just a moment, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up slightly. , with a movement of his slender fingers, he transferred it to Han Feng.
Han Feng pressed lightly with his left hand and caught it. His soul power had already been released to cover the talisman paper in advance. He frowned slightly. He found that the talisman power on the talisman fluctuated extremely violently and was weakening rapidly. He The problem can be seen at a glance. It was Situ Shaomei who pressed hard on the last stroke, which made the talisman ink a little more. It would not collapse immediately, but also blocked the extension of the talisman path, making the talisman more ink. The power becomes abnormally fluctuating, and it will be completely wiped out in just a few breaths.
But Han Feng's brows soon relaxed. He held the pen in his right hand and lightly tapped the ink on the talisman paper. He quickly drew two small branch lines on the talisman paper following the heavy strokes drawn by Situ Shaomei, and they meandered and intertwined to form an arc. The shape immediately resolved the blockage left by the opponent, and the power of the talisman immediately stabilized and continued to extend downwards. In a short time, it completed its own part and passed it on to the next talisman master to draw the relay.
The first talisman master under Han Feng was an older middle-aged man. His expression changed as soon as he took over. He was surprised by Han Feng's defusing techniques, but in this way, the talisman path of the first-grade talisman fireball talisman changed. , he didn’t know how to proceed for a while, so he had to bite the bullet and continue drawing according to the regular talisman path. Unfortunately, as soon as he started writing, the entire talisman path suddenly flashed, the power of the talisman collapsed, and the drawing of the talisman failed in advance. end.
"I lost!" The middle-aged talisman master's face turned livid. It took him a long time to utter these words. He took out ten low-grade spiritual stones from his waist pocket and gave them to Han Feng.
Han Feng chuckled, took it, and put it in his pocket.
The other three or four talisman masters all laughed, and the man in red even laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Senior Brother Han would win the battle."
Situ Shaomei looked ugly and said nothing.
According to the rules, the loser of the previous game started writing the second game. The middle-aged talisman master adjusted his mood slightly, took out a piece of copper-colored talisman paper, picked up the pen to outline, and quickly got started.
The next five people all completed successfully, but the sixth person made some mistakes. He failed to stabilize the sudden change in power and failed instantly.
The third scene started with this person, and the next person to take over was Situ Shaomei. Her expression was condensed, and her writing was as steady as a mountain, as if it were flowing water. It was completed in a blink of an eye and handed over to Han Feng.
When Han Feng saw it, he cursed in his heart. Although Situ Shaomei did not increase the writing power this time, she deliberately reduced the talisman ink on one branch line, causing the talisman power to be uneven and about to collapse. Han Feng hurriedly fought with him on that branch line. Draw a little pen between the main lines to stabilize the situation, and then spin around and draw an auxiliary line next to the branch line to connect with the main line, sharing the pressure of the branch line, and then extend it downwards, smoothly handing it over to the center. Nian Talisman Master.
