Tang Huazang used his unique skills to draw talismans in front of everyone. The younger generation of monks were stunned. What they didn't expect was that the plot in the TV series was actually real. The older generation of monks burst into tears. Their hearts were trembling. After living for a long time, they naturally heard more, but many things were only heard of and had never really seen them.

This is like some people say that there are ghosts in the world, but they have never really seen ghosts. When they really see them, the complex emotions in their hearts are self-evident.

Although Zhang Yunqing is the head of Longhu Mountain and the president of the Spell Association, it was the first time he saw Lingkong drawing talismans. When Tang Huazang finished drawing, he approached carefully to check it. The greater surprise made him open his mouth wide. Because he was getting closer, he found that the talisman drawn in Lingkong was actually filled with a faint red color. Yes, this is a red talisman higher than the purple talisman!

You should know that drawing talismans is not the same as practicing. Most talismans drawn below the Heavenly Master will follow the level of the monks themselves. However, after breaking through the Heavenly Master barrier, it is a farther apart to reach the sky. The monks need to have a strong understanding talent to succeed, let alone drawing talismans in the air. This method can quickly produce talismans. Generally speaking, the power will be somewhat discounted, which is about 80% to 90% of the original talismans, but even so, Tang Huazang still drew red talismans.

Zhang Yunqing's hand holding the talisman couldn't help but tremble. He forced the tears that were filled with excitement. He turned around and glared at Wei Xinglan, who was standing next to him with a pale complexion, and then signaled to the host to announce the result.

The host did not look at Wei Xinglan again this time. Tang Huazang's actions made him dare not question it anymore. You should know that such a strong man is the pinnacle in his cognition. How dare he offend him? What's more, Zhang Yunqing's attitude is also very obvious. He supports a fair judgment.

The host bowed respectfully to Zhang Yunqing, then turned around and said to the microphone: "In the fifth round of competition, 9 people advanced and 11 people were eliminated! Congratulations to contestant Tang Huazang...congratulations..."

In this way, Liu Ruoshuang successfully passed the level in the seventh round, and Ge Weidong successfully passed the level in the eighth round. Until the eleventh round of the competition came, Yujifeng, Sarutobi Fujiki and Wu Youxiang appeared in this round. Because Sarutobi Fujiki and Wu Youxiang practiced differently, the conference asked the ninja to draw the same powerful ninja calligraphy, and the Nanyang wizards drew the same powerful talisman, and the organizing committee sent someone to determine it.

Although Yu Jifeng, as a flower viewer, evolved from a wizard, he integrated the practice concepts of Buddhism and Taoism in his development process. Therefore, drawing a purple talisman is not difficult for him.

The finished products handed over by Sarutobi Fujiki and Wu Youyouhao passed the test, and Tang Huazang didn't see anything special about them.

The remaining r-ninja in the fifteenth round passed the level, Lu Xiangling passed the level in the seventeenth round, and the remaining Nanyang wizard in the eighteenth round passed the level.

Tang Huazang saw that the people on his side had passed the test, and the people on his side had passed the test, and he had a basic understanding of their lower limit of strength.

At this time, his cell phone rang and he took out the WeChat message from the boss's wife: "Great God, do you have time? Take me to take pesticides?"

Tang Huazang smiled helplessly and began to pull the keyboard to reply to the message. At this time, a terrifying aura suddenly came from the ring, which aroused his alertness.

"Damn! Who is that person? He is so arrogant! And it feels like he is coming for our people!" Gu Chuan clenched his fists and stared at the man on the stage who was doing a neck wiping at Tang Huazang.

The moment Tang Huazang looked up, he happened to meet the gaze of the man on the stage, and the man's hostility was completely accepted by him.

Yu Jifeng looked at the man on the stage, his eyes could not help but narrowed into a line, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

"What's his name?" Gu Chuan asked angrily.

"It seems to be called Mr. Wu!" Song Yuling said.

"This... this game can be called this?!" Gu Chu looked at the man curiously.

"I don't know..." Li Dafa was also confused.

Just when the ancient stubborn was tangled with other people's names, Mr. Wu raised his right hand and a strong wind suddenly blew up from the top of Mount Tai, which was not inferior to the previous one of Tang Huazang's appearances, but this time it was limited to the ring.

Tang Huazang released his perception and found that the entire arena was covered with a powerful spiritual power. He frowned: "What do he want to do?"

The next moment, except for Mr. Wu and the young man next to him, on the ring, everyone else was blown by the strong wind and threw them off the ring.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yunqing's face turned green, and he regretted being the president of the Spell Association. This time, the situation was really frequent. Could it be that he wanted to lose his moral integrity in the future?

The host was also embarrassed because he was also swept away by the strong wind. He looked at Zhang Yunqing helplessly. In order to stabilize the situation, Zhang Yunqing could only pretend to be calm and raise his hand to stroke the host's direction, saying that he didn't have to pay attention to everything.

Although the host who received the sign was angry, he could only suppress his temperament.

At this time, Mr. Wu on the stage was like Tang Huazang, who had two fingers in his right hand and gathered his energy vertically, and began to write the word "chi"...

"I'll go! Draw the talisman in the air! Am I dreaming? I thought the former contestant named Tang Huazang was so terrifying, but I didn't expect there would be such a monster!" A Kunlun disciple exclaimed loudly.

"Yes, what kind of world is this?! Am I too weak or are they too evil?" Another big and thick disciple of Laoshan echoed.

"Fuck me, can you let me live? Is this a bad match? The champion must have been born among them!" A disciple with a yellow hair dyed in Lingxiao Pavilion said in a furious manner.

At this time, looking at the expressions of the older generation of monks, they actually gritted their teeth. I wonder if it was because Mr. Wu forced himself to clear the field too much, or was it because he was jealous of the genius with such cultivation not himself. Could it be that he was really born at the wrong time?! Young people have encountered a good era like the Colorful Immortal Thunder?

Just as everyone in the audience was thinking a lot, Mr. Wu's mouth raised, and his proud look was beyond words. His expression was careless, as if he was doing something extremely ordinary.

Soon a light red talisman was painted. Mr. Wu took off the stage with his hands in his back. The man next to him stopped the pen in his hand almost at the same time and followed him off the stage.

The host then carefully took the stage again. A few contestants took advantage of the time to take the stage to grab work. However, when they passed by Mr. Wu and the man next to him, their eyes widened even bigger than cow's eyes, and then left the stage with dejected expression.

"Brother Sylphy, what's going on? Since you've been on stage again, why don't you draw it?" At this time, a second-generation disciple with a peach wood sword on his back asked a contestant paced down the stage.

"Hey~ What's the comparison? I'm not on the same level as others!" After saying that, he walked towards the hotel depressedly.

The host looked at the situation a little confused, because it was not yet three minutes before, but there was no one on the stage. In order not to be cold, he had to clear his throat: "Cough cough~ I'll invite the jury of the conference group to come on stage to inspect and accept it!"

The jury composed of elders of ten sects carefully came to the stage. Because there were only two finished products, they went straight to the location where Mr. Wu was. Because they witnessed Mr. Wu's talisman drawing process, they were shocked to accept his talisman. But when they saw a red paper talisman on the desk next to them, their legs almost flopped and sat on the ground!

Perhaps the scene was too exciting, and an elder of the Dian Cang Sect became a little difficult to breathe because of his nervousness and fainted on the ring.

"What happened?" The monks, like melon-eating crowd, watched the movements on the stage and were talking.

The conference team quickly called two young monks to send Elder Dian Cang to the hotel medical office for medical treatment and signaled the host to "qualify".

The host Lingguanghui said to the microphone: "What a wonderful round of competition, even our elders were excited to watch it. We are going to talk to the medical team about the secret methods of health preservation... Next, I announce that 2 people will advance to this round of competition and eliminated 18 people. Congratulations to Mr. Wu, congratulations to Mr. Wu, and congratulations to Mr. Wu!"

Because of Wei Xinglan's previous mistakes, the conference team decided to ask him to suspend his duties and transfer him to the host to directly control the venue.

Therefore, after completing the twenty-four rounds of the competition, the host directly reads the rules of the second round of the competition: "The second round of the promotion competition is displayed! Participants can choose one of the four attributes of wind, fire, thunder and lightning to participate. Later, the meeting group will arrange 10 magic circles on the ring to test your magic power. Anyone who can break the magic circle will pass the level!"

After the host read the rules, the members of the conference group came on stage. The eight people quickly arranged 10 magic circles on the ring. The magic circle used the principle of gathering Yin, mixed a kind of thing similar to Yin Qi with eight different spiritual powers, and then compressed it into a circular vortex with a diameter of about one meter. After the formation was laid, the eight people did not leave. It was obviously replenishing the destroyed magic circle at any time.

Then the host learned Wei Xinglan's previous style and threw out a talisman. The talisman exploded in the air. Then he shouted to the microphone: "Next, I announce that the second round of the promotion competition is the beginning!"

After three seconds of silence, the host read to a list in his hand: "The contestants in the first group are Yu Jifeng, Ge Weidong, Yuan Tongmu..."

It was not until the voice of the ten-person hosts were read, and the contestants who were read the name also stepped onto the ring one by one.

With the previous move, the people who came on stage seemed very cautious this time, for fear that another bt appeared beside them and blow them away.

Yu Jifeng glanced at the magic circle in front of him, and then understood that the bottom limit of the magic circle test should be the Tianma level, which means that at least the Tianma level attack was to defeat the magic circle in front of him. This was the best time for him. So he took out a rope from his body, then waved it from the sky, and the rope immediately burned!

The daily flames have three colors, while the flames on his rope have seven colors. Although they seem to be displayed casually, experts can see the trick.

"This old boy is Yu Jifeng! Isn't he the first flower viewing in China? Why did he get involved in the competition of the second-generation disciples!" An elder of the Kunlun Sect asked.

"Hey~ Fuck, it's him! If it weren't for the Qiyan of the rope, I wouldn't have recognized him. Why is he so young? And when did this guy's face become so thick?!" An elder of Longhu Mountain could not help but vomited fragrance after carefully identifying it.

Because of the loss of his beloved disciple, Master Huizhen, who was immersed in grief, couldn't help but look up when he heard this, and the small universe almost broke out. Fortunately, he was a monk and had practice. He saw his eyes twitching and glanced at Zhang Yunqing with a suspicious look: "This questioning conference is really unique! Amitabha!"

At this moment, Zhang Yunqing also recognized that Yu Jifeng was playing the fire rope on the stage. When he heard Master Huizhen's Buddhist principles, he instantly felt a song of coolness lingering in his heart.

He smiled helplessly, and his heart was leaping and galloping...
Chapter completed!