All the four talisman cultivators of the Yue Qing Sect entered the top ten, and the remaining five were occupied by direct descendants of the Song family and the Ming family. The individual competition was about who is more talented, who can be famous, and who among a group of teenagers is not.

Those who aspire to be famous once and for all should seize this good opportunity to prove themselves.

The Talisman Cultivation venue was packed with people. No matter who came to the competition between the five direct descendants and the five direct descendants, it would be a loss not to watch the top ten competition.

Ming Xuan looked at so many people and couldn't help but pull Ye Qiao next to him, "Fuck, what should I do if my legs are weak?"

Ye Qiao: "Be more confident and hold your head high, you are the most handsome person on the scene."

She thought for a while and pointed to Song Hansheng not far away: "If it doesn't work, just imitate him. Lift your chin and look at people with your nostrils. Oh, yes, yes, just keep it like this."

"If you look colder, that's right, that's right."

Ye Qiao pointed at him and gave instructions. If the Zongfu didn't have a pocket, she would have performed to Mingxuan what it meant to copy a pocket with one hand that year. She didn't know what an opponent was.

"handsome."

Mu Chongxi: "Go quickly, go quickly!"

Mingxuan threw the duck on the shelf. The top ten Fu Xiu were all present. They all had an attitude of ignoring each other. In other words, no one looked down on the other. With the referee's order, Fu Xiu

Then they took action one after another.

The fastest one was Song Hansheng, and several other direct disciples followed closely behind.

It is easier to fail if you draw fast, while others draw the talisman slowly and maintain that speed. It is not only the quantity but also the grade. Finally, by analogy, the Changming Sect has two knowledgeable people, Ye Qiao and Xie Chuxue. After looking at it for a long time, they came to the conclusion

in conclusion.

"If nothing else, Mingxuan should be second."

"But it's a little early to say this." Xie Chuxue whispered: "We still have to see what Yun Que draws."

Several other talismans were almost completed, but Yun Que didn't know what he was dawdling about, so he didn't dare to talk too much about it because the world was still uncertain. Moreover, after the talismans were finished, there was still a competition part.

The few talisman cultivators next to Yun Que had already succeeded and started working on the second talisman. Yun Que felt panicked. She anxiously drove the langhao pen in her hand. She pressed down hard with her consciousness, and the pen finally moved.

Already.

The Langhao pen extended along the talisman paper, and Yun Que carefully drew down. It was much smoother than before. She was slightly happy in her heart and quickly stopped the pen. At the moment of success, a slight smile finally appeared on her lips.

"Eh."

A few strange things appeared in mid-air, and someone murmured: "Are you blessed by heaven?"

This year's competition is really crazy, isn't it? Both of them are blessing each other?

Ye Qiao was also shocked. He raised his head and looked into the air. Golden light flashed across the edge of the talisman in Yun Que's hand. At the moment when the blessing from heaven was about to condense into shape, the talisman suddenly spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes inch by inch.

The blessings that had not had time to take shape also collapsed.

The expectant Yue Qing Sect elder's smile froze slightly.

The burning of the talisman was considered a failure. The scene was quiet for a few seconds. Ye Qiao raised his head and glanced at it as if nothing had happened, feeling that there might be something wrong with this way of heaven.

"This is the first time I saw the failure of drawing the first ten talisman."

Being in the top ten is either a direct lineage or a direct descendant. Can this still fail?

Hearing the monks talking about each other, the elder of the Yueqing Sect could not hold back any longer. He raised his voice slightly and said, "Failure is normal. Who has never failed? Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs." He tried to find someone among the Fu cultivators.

Those with high level come to forcibly gain respect for their disciples.

Several other Fu Xiuquan came on stage to compete, but he didn't dare to disturb him, so he immediately saw Ye Qiao in the audience who had nothing to do with him, and asked: "Ye Qiao, have you failed before?"

Ye Qiao was honest and nodded: "I have failed."

"Look." He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately found the evidence: "This is normal, isn't it?"

Ye Qiao slowly added: "The brushes I used at that time were all forked."

The audience was laughing like crazy.

"You know how to last-hit, Ye Qiaoqiao."

The Yue Qing Sect elder's face twitched, and he forced himself to explain: "Then you must have been painting for a long time."

Ye Qiao held her chin and smiled slightly: "If the east is not bright, the west will be bright. Whatever Song Hansheng does, I will do the same."

"???"

What's Song Hansheng like?

The elder of the Yue Qing Sect subconsciously glanced at his eldest disciple. Song Hansheng was drawing the talisman very fast, and the speed of the swiss made the others marvel.

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