Chapter 51 One stroke of style (four thousand)(2/2)
Of course, the implication of Lu Rong's words is also very clear. Whether this stage is set up, whether it will soar to the sky, or whether it will be ruined, it depends on you.
How could Lin Xiao not know all this?
I heard Xun Chenglie take over and continue speaking.
"Since there are no objections, I will clearly state today's topic and start competing early."
As he spoke, he raised his palm and waved, and saw a few points of brilliance scattering from his palm on the stage. Then with a flash of inspiration, he saw five small square tables with storage falling on the stage.
Everyone looked closely and saw a blank array plate seven or eight inches square and a dark brown lotus seed placed on each table.
"Today's skill competition question is to use the array plate as the base and the lotus seeds as the eyes. Each method is used to carve the formation text on the plate to show the changes of the five elements. The time limit is half an hour. The one with superior skills will win."
Xun Chenglie said and joked: "Thanks to the fact that I prepared the extra materials early in case of emergencies. Unexpectedly, I actually used them. Of course, if any of the five of you can carve the formation of the Six Heavenly Qi,
Or the method of the Three Laws of the Great Way, why not tell it early, we don’t have to compete, I will just take over these tables and let you win."
Hearing this, everyone present chuckled and did not take it seriously.
"Okay, if you have no objections, please take your seats and we'll start right away."
The five people on the stage looked at each other, each chose a square table, took out the formation pen, embedded the spirit stone, and waited for Xun Chenglie's order.
As for Lin Xiao, he directly found the seat at the edge and quietly observed the two objects on the table.
"The Qin pattern sapphire array plate has a Yuntai lotus seed, but there is no cutout..."
At this moment, a shout came from behind several people. "The competition begins——!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally noisy discussion below the ring suddenly fell silent. Several people on the stage immediately picked up the formation pens and began to draw directly on the formation disk.
Xun Chenglie, on the other hand, looked up at the time, turned back to his seat, and watched the battle with peace of mind along with several other judges.
For a moment, the sound of the tip of the cold crystal pen carving on the jade surface rustled, and the spirit stone embedded in the tail end of the formation pen flashed brightly. Several people on the stage looked solemn and concentrated, and all their attention fell on a small side.
On top of the array.
But soon, everyone watching the battle discovered something strange - out of the five people on the stage, only four were now being painted. The young man who was finally named on stage by the master of Mingyu Pavilion kept staring at him.
The array disk on the table has not been moved.
After a while, everyone watching the battle in the audience saw Lin Xiao's motionless appearance. They couldn't bear it anymore and started talking in low voices.
"What is this guy thinking about here if he doesn't even begin to draw?"
"Yes, if this continues, it's hard to say whether there will be time to draw the entire formation..."
"Let's see, let's see, what if this kid has another clever trick?"
"How is it possible that with the same plate and no skills, you start much slower than others, and you can still make flowers?"
Such remarks naturally attracted the approval of many people. After all, it takes half an hour to complete the eight-inch array. Time is tight. If you still want to be stronger than others, you can't waste a little time. If you stand still like this, why not?
Is there any chance of winning?
However, several disciples at Yuzhu Academy showed disdain on their faces at this time, as if they had already thought of this outcome.
There were also many people who looked at Lu Rong under the banners from a distance and thought of other places.
"Senior Lu, did you just find such a person to come on stage? He is really careless."
"No, is this person really the one who broke the jade talisman and hung red? It doesn't look like it..."
"..."
In fact, not only the spectators in the audience, but also the other judges on the stage could not help but look at Lu Rong with doubts on their faces.
But at this moment, the person who was really anxious and sweating, and his heart was in his throat, was the shopkeeper of Mingyu Pavilion who had recognized Lin Xiao's identity before.
He was looking at Lin Xiao's back, his face getting paler and paler, as if all the blood had faded away. He could no longer resist the pressure. He took a step forward, came behind Lu Rong, and whispered. "Master, I..." <
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Unexpectedly, Lu Rong had a calm face, raised his palm slightly on the armrest of the seat, and interrupted with just a few words: "It doesn't matter, just wait..."
As soon as the words were finished, several exclamations erupted from the audience.
"Look, he's moving! He's moving!"
The next moment, everyone's exclamations turned into gasps.
"Hiss——!"
"This, this...how can he be so fast? So stable!"
"..."
A series of extremely shocked, yet disbelieving looks fell on Lin Xiao.
I saw that the formation pen in his hand was as steady as a rock in the river, without a trace of shaking or a pause. The clear and sweet carving sound was like a knife cutting gold and stone, or striking ice and jade, extremely fast and crisp.
To the extreme, no matter how square or round a stroke is, it is like a measuring ruler, with no more than one point and no more than one line. The dots and drawings are strictly regulated and continuous, with a touch of leisurely charm.
Seeing Lin Xiao's methods on the stage, everyone watching the battle was completely silent. Not to mention the effect of the final magic circle and whether he could win, just the Feng Yi in this one stroke had already won the battle over others. I just don't know.
Such stunts require so much hard work, days and nights.
Even sitting on the chair, Lu Rong, who was originally calm, his eyes lit up and he sighed in his heart.
"This kid is not simple."
What surprised the monks in the audience even more was that it seemed that the "performance" of this young man on the stage had just begun...
Chapter completed!