After finding the information she wanted, she took back the jade ultimatum with satisfaction.
Yan Yun looked up at the sky. The sky was very dark, just like the color in her eyes.
If the world wants her to kneel down, then she has to stand up.
She took the jade certificate and ran to find Zhou Zhengyuan.
Zhou Zhengyuan seemed to have expected that she would come to see him tonight, so he moved a chair early and laid it down at the door.
"How was the competition today? The swordsmanship I taught you must be amazing."
"Won."
Yan Yun nodded and sat on the ground not far from him.
"Can you draw charms?"
"Drawing talismans? I don't know how to do that, but if you want to learn, I can guide you."
Zhou Zhengyuan yawned, not feeling there was anything wrong with what he said.
So is this a yes or no?
"That thing is easy to get started with. Those who are entry-level can just follow the drawings."
"It's okay for beginners, but it will be very troublesome once you encounter a bottleneck."
Zhou Zhengyuan turned over, and soon he heard the sound of snoring.
This uncle is getting better and better at sleeping, and sometimes Yan Yun even wonders if he is practicing in his dreams...
Soon, Yan Yun verified it, and sure enough, as Zhou Zhengyuan said, getting started with drawing talisman is very simple, as long as you can draw it.
But that's not what she wants.
Yan Yun skimmed through page after page, and finally fixed his gaze on a primary spell.
If you want to draw elementary spells, you must have a spell pen.
Since there was no talisman pen at the moment, she had to accept it first. After all, there was still a competition tomorrow.
"Host, are you going black?"
Duocai's worried voice sounded. It was really afraid that its host would destroy the world.
"...Shut up if you can't speak."
Yan Yun touched his head, not knowing where the strange thoughts came from.
She was not very lucky in the competition on the second day. She was drawn by Feng Lan, a disciple of the Jade Dragon Sect who was higher than her.
The fluctuations of spiritual power from just now still remained on the Fengyun Platform. She stood on the platform, holding swords and saluting to the opposite side to show respect.
With just a few moves, Yan Yun passively defended her, and she accidentally cut her arm.
She doesn't fight hard either, this time her opponent is much stronger than her.
Every move Feng Lan made happened to block her path, and she could only guard against it.
"clang--"
The two swords faced each other, and the cold light overflowed.
She kept applying pressure, forcing Yan Yun to retreat back to steady the sword in his hand.
There are only two paths before Yan Yun. One is to admit defeat, and the other is to turn passivity into initiative.
With a glance, she drew the energy of heaven and earth into the magic sword. Feng Lan on the opposite side seemed to notice something unusual and swung her sword away without hesitation!
This was a good opportunity to turn passivity into initiative, but an accident happened.
Yan Yun's magic sword actually cracked inch by inch because it could not withstand the pure energy of heaven and earth.
"..."
She was stunned, and so was Feng Lan opposite her.
No, is it such a trap?
The magic sword broke into pieces in an instant and fell on the huge Fengyun Tower.
Although Feng Lan has a facial paralysis, she has a lot of inner drama. At this time, she felt panicked!
Urgent, urgent, urgent! She couldn't have broken it, right? A sword is like a wife. She broke other people's wives. Now it's over.
"I surrender."
Without weapons, if Yan Yun continues, he will just be looking for abuse...
"Jade Dragon Sect Fenglan wins."
Seeing her coming off the stage, Feng Lan quickly chased after her, "I'm sorry for breaking your wife..."
"ah?"
Yan Yun, who hadn't reacted yet, touched his head, "What the hell, what kind of wife?"
Looking at her confused look, Feng Lan was thinking.
It's over, I was so excited by her.
Feng Lan held her hand, "Don't get excited, I'll pay you one!"
"etc!"
Yan Yun finally understood and said sincerely, "It's none of your business. Our sect's swords are of poor quality."
"..."
Liang Xun, who was passing by, silently made a note. The stinky girl actually slandered their Changle Sect. Damn it, so damning!
He returned to the high platform, looked at the ethereal and fairy-like figure standing at the front, and approached him with a smile on his face, "Ancestor, why are you here?"
Yu Feng didn't know how long he hadn't been here, and this time he came, he felt a little surprised.
But considering that Song Qingyue is back, it doesn't seem unreasonable.
"When did the Changle Sect's magic sword become so brittle?"
Yu Feng withdrew his gaze from the projection stone and looked sharply at Liang Xun, quite questioningly.
"Ancestor, how could I know this..."
Liang Xun's smile disappeared and he wiped away the cold sweat. He definitely did not enrich himself. Please let him go.
She lost the game, and the subsequent events were none of her business.
Yan Yun thought about the talisman and she had to go down the mountain. Just as she was about to leave, she heard Jiang Qinghe's hurried shouting.
"Yanyun!"
"Brother, what's wrong?"
She turned back to look at him. Jiang Qinghe had obviously run a long way, and his hair was a little messy.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Do you want to come watch my game? I'll be here soon."
Jiang Qinghe stepped forward and patted her shoulder, "It doesn't matter if you lose the game, it's all about the sword!"
He looked at her face as usual, and then slowly spoke to comfort her.
"Yeah, brother, don't worry, I'm not that fragile."
Yan Yun knew that he came here specially to comfort her, so he raised his eyes and smiled.
"Then are you going to watch my game?"
Looking at his expectant eyes, she couldn't say anything else if she wanted to refuse, so she had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Jiang Qinghe was so happy that he pulled her along and kept talking, "Oh, by the way, Master is here too. This is his first time here."
"I don't know why he's here. He's been so bad-tempered recently that I don't even dare to go find him..."
Upon hearing this, Yan Yun raised his head and looked at the high platform.
She must have come to see Song Qingyue. She was thinking, why do you like him so much but don't give him status?
Or, people just like this feeling of being sneaky.
After all, if you want to pursue excitement, you must follow through!
"Sit here, I'll be here soon, remember to cheer me on!"
Jiang Qinghe found a place for her to sit down before running back to the waiting area. When he turned around, he was so hasty that he almost hit the person behind him.
"It's getting rougher every day."
Yu Feng's cold voice sounded, which not only frightened Jiang Qinghe's back, but also made Yan Yun's face froze in his seat.
"Junior brother is like this, unlike someone who is as dull as a stone..."
Song Qingyue followed him, his words had a hint of meaning, and he stared straight at Yan Yun.
"If you want to scold me, scold me. Why do you always target her?"
Jiang Qinghe was not happy anymore. Because of what happened last time, he now had strong opinions on them, and even Wen Qingyu was unwilling to pay attention to them.
Wen Qingyu couldn't do anything to him. Jiang Qinghe was just a brat in his eyes. Could it be that he still had to coax him?
As a result, the relationship between the three of them has become extremely tense recently.
"Compared with your competition, talk less nonsense."
Yu Feng waved his hand impatiently and sent him directly to the waiting area.
Yan Yun was on pins and needles now. Even if she met these two people, why did she have to sit behind her... Is it too late for her to run now?
Because he was sitting here, no one around him dared to sit over.
It made Yan Yun want to run away even more.
"Host, would you like to do an interesting task?"
Yan Yun, who was just about to run away, listened to the voice in his head, and his legs that stood up fell silently.
Yan Yun: Are you Yu Feng Trigger?
"Dear host, please interrupt Yu Feng and Song Qingyue ten times when they are talking. Complete the task and you will be rewarded with 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones."
Yan Yun: Do you want me to die?
In fact, she doesn't have to earn these 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones.
"You still haven't earned 140,000 yuan."
Yan Yun: Okay, no problem.
(End of chapter)
