"This rule is to establish a 'defeated book' in advance!"

"Black Book?"

"Yes. The so-called defeated book means that both parties extract the luck of their own altars, establish a defeated book with their own intentions, and then throw it into the other party's altar."

"If the winners take all the battles in the spirit kiln, the losers will get nothing. But if the defeat is voted in advance, the spirit kiln will not force all luck, but will leave 40% or 50% of the remaining aggregates, and will give them to the losers so that they will not get nothing."

Chen Fusheng listened to Mr. Lan’s story and thought about it carefully.

This method really avoids being too cruel and benefits the losers.

But ordinary people in the world are even more prey on the weak and use any means to seize the strong. The world of cultivation is even more extreme, so who would let go?

Chen Fusheng expressed his doubts.

Mr. Lan nodded and said:

"It's true. The battle between the spiritual kilns is a competition of sails! Everyone has talents with backgrounds and backing, and spends a lot of effort to create temples. Who is willing to confirm in advance that they will lose?"

"Besides, if you make a defeat, the winner will lose less. For practitioners, one step is worse and one step behind. Who is willing to accept it?"

"What's more, the top ten factions are fighting openly and secretly, and they have formed countless eternal hatreds. Who is willing to establish a defeated book with a mortal enemy? Wouldn't it increase the ambition of others and destroy their own prestige?"

"So since the rule of "defeating", not many people have been willing to accept it since ancient times. Instead, it is still a cruel competition, and the winners take all!"

When Mr. Lan said this, the topic changed:

"However, there are many people who don't want to be unwilling to be unwilling. There are many people who don't accept the rules, but it's not without them. There are also good practitioners in the world who are good at fighting, or who are naturally unwilling to fight, and they are still willing to make a defeated book."

"Every period of time in this world, there are not many names of unknown towns that have foundations to create temples. Therefore, whenever there is something, it will inevitably lead to many practitioners coming to participate in the competition."

"There are many people, there are hatred and struggles, but naturally there are alliances and socialization."

"The world today is not as good as in ancient times, with more monks and less porridge. Those who are strong will naturally be strong to the end and ignore all living beings. But those who are weak must hold together to keep warm before they can survive."

After listening to Mr. Lan’s story, Chen Fusheng thought for a moment and couldn’t help but say:

"Mr. Lan means that I want me to create a temple by myself and then make an agreement with Chaochunlou that both parties will make a defeated letter?"

Young Master Lan smiled and said:

"If you have a kind relationship with Chaochunlou, it is not a hostile situation. If you make a defeated book, whether you are responsible for your attention or struggle for your own family, your position is reasonable."

"With the book of defeat, it is also considered a covenant. I believe that Miss Jiang Ni will not refuse after considering it. If you win by yourself, Chaochunlou will not suffer much loss. If Chaochunlou wins, you will not suffer much loss by yourself, and both sides will benefit."

Chen Fusheng thought about it and felt that this method was indeed feasible.

But suddenly, I thought about it again and couldn't help but look up and said:

"What if other temples become winners?"

Young Master Lan said calmly:

"Since you have built a temple and entered the battle for the spiritual kiln in Baoqi Town, you can only strive to be the winner! Chaochunlou is because of his kindness, and everything else will be punished!"

Although this male ghost senior possessed Zhu Yan, as soon as he said this, he suddenly felt a magnificent murderous aura all over his body.

In an instant, it was like thousands of swords coming out!

It was the first time that Chen Fusheng saw his unrestrained and sharp aura, and he couldn't help but feel shaken, his eyebrows and eyes twitching, and he felt like he was facing the extremely murderous god.

Just when Chen Fusheng's breathing was suffocated.

Young Master Lan blinked, instantly restrained all his momentum, and then turned into a weak posture like a fox girl, without any surprises.

Chen Fusheng secretly smacked his tongue, then calmed down and said respectfully:

"The disciples are willing to create temples. Then follow the advice of their mentors, make a defeated letter with Chaochunlou, and form an alliance."

Mr. Lan smiled slightly:

"There is another benefit to losing the book, but at this time, it will delay your enterprising spirit, so it is better not to say it."

Chen Fusheng muttered in his heart, but he remained silent and said:

"After everything, please follow Mr. Lan's guidance!"

"You kid are smart, and it's not in vain that I like you. I accept you as a registered disciple."

Mr. Lan waved his hand freely and easily, "I am willing to help you create a temple. First of all, you are the boy who is in my wishes. I will give you a master-apprentice fate.

Secondly, when you are successfully promoted to the Lord of the Spirit Kiln, I have something to ask you. But it’s too early to say it now, and it’s not too late to say it in the future!”

Chen Fusheng didn't say much, thanked him respectfully.

Young Master Lan raised his wrist, stretched out four fingers, and said calmly:

"You go and hunt a male demon with a second level of cultivation and take his heart. Then hunt a female demon with a second level of cultivation and take his two pupils."

"Search for another male ghost and a female ghost and imprison it together."

"After you take the four essential items, you will come to the top of this broken temple and hold a sword to wait. I feel the response, so I will come to find you immediately and then teach you how to create a temple."

Chen Fusheng silently remembered deeply and immediately responded:

"I have written it down and it will definitely be done!"

"Okay, Baoqi Town has come to many practitioners with deep backgrounds, and the competition is fierce. Remember to take action early and seize the initiative."

After Mr. Lan said that, he stood up.

Zhu Yan's face changed, his body twisted slightly, as if a rippling "fog" was about to break out.

Seeing that Mr. Lan was about to leave, Chen Fusheng couldn't help but shouted:

"Mr., I have something to ask for!"

The change of Mr. Lan stopped and left, and asked in a ghostly voice:

"What's the matter?"

Chen Fusheng held the sword with both hands, stepped forward, and whispered:

"Thanks to Mr. Lan's previous wonderful hand, leaving a flame mark on this sword, allowing me to avoid a disaster... Now that the flame is extinguished, can Mr. Lan recover..."

Previously, a sword shocked the retreating Tuo pulled the swallowing tiger, and the flames on the iron sword were extinguished, and the traces were gone, as if they could no longer be used.

When Mr. Lan heard Chen Fusheng's plea, he frowned and said:

"What flame? When will I leave it?"

Chen Fusheng was stunned and stepped forward with his sword, "Please look at Mr. Lan!"

Young Master Lan took the iron sword, glanced at it, and murmured in confusion:

"Well, there is indeed a mark...Is it really what I did? Why can't I remember it again..."

He said as he stretched out his fingers to rub the blade.

In almost a blink of an eye, the invisible flame mark out clear lines again. It seemed thicker than before, and it seemed to be deeper and unpredictable.

Chen Fusheng was overjoyed and thanked him.

Young Master Lan shook his head in a daze, trying to say something, but did not speak. Instead, he brushed his sleeves and "fog" appeared on Zhu Yan's body again.

In a blink of an eye, Zhu Yan fell down softly as if he was sleeping.

The fog suddenly disappeared away from the temple and disappeared.

Chen Fusheng gave a respectful salute and watched the registered master leave.

The temple was silent again.

"The real fire on the sword appears again, so I will have more ways to protect myself."

Chen Fusheng whispered in his heart and stared at the blade carefully.

Although the three first-generation talismans he mastered were amazing, they consumed too much mana and needed the support of dragon-raising medicine.

If used, a first-generation talisman can take him away.

Only at the critical moment of life and death can the first generation of talismans be regarded as killer weapons.

However, the iron sword is available at any time. With this true fire seal, its power is stronger than the first generation of talismans.

Although it is difficult for one sword to bear it, the victory lies in the speed, accuracy and ruthlessness.

"First discover the opportunity before going back to Baoqi Town, you can't delay any more!"

Chen Fusheng's eyes were set on the bottom of the towering incense burner.

Immediately jumped over, squatted down again, gathered my pupils, and observed inch by inch.

About cup of tea.

A faint swaying light appeared in Chen Fusheng's sight. Compared to what he had seen before, it was almost gone.

Sure enough, opportunities cannot be neglected, they will be fleeting!

Chen Fusheng did not hesitate and quickly surged his magic power and swung his sword to dig down.

The soil in this temple is quite hard and a little stronger than the rocks. If it weren't for the "Wujian Dragon Bird" but a divine weapon, it would be really hard for Chen Fusheng to do it this time.

After such a vigorous digging, several feet deep digging had been dug out.

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Chapter completed!