Ye Qiao drew her breath on the spot and said, "I know." Of course she knew she had to be faster, but the environment was too messy and it was easy to fail in drawing the talisman.
Song Hansheng's Langhao pen was easier to use than hers. As soon as Ye Qiao held it, she felt the difference from a high-grade spiritual weapon. She blinked, "This pen of yours is not a high-grade spiritual weapon, right?"
Song Han said that the talisman was printed on his fingertips without looking back: "Excellent."
The price of top-quality spiritual weapons was so expensive that Ye Qiao could not even imagine it.
As she picked up the pen, she couldn't help but sigh, "A child from a rich family is disrespectful and disrespectful."
No wonder Song Hansheng looks up at people with his nostrils raised every day.
While speaking, Ye Qiao used her spiritual consciousness to hook up the wolf brush. She calmed down and stared at the talisman paper. The defensive talisman was the hardest to draw. She had never drawn it before. In the past, the second senior brother in the sect was responsible for drawing the defensive talisman and then dividing it.
Give them a few people.
It was the first time for Ye Qiao to draw defensive talismans. She repeatedly recalled the common characteristics of Ming Xuan and Song Hansheng when they painted defensive talismans. There were some similarities in defense, but the general painting methods were different, and the styles of the two sects were also different.
Ye Qiao is bolder and wants to try the effect of combining the two.
Because this was my first time trying to change the talisman, three of them were useless in just three minutes.
Song Hansheng's indifference at the beginning turned into a complete death stare, "What are you doing Ye Qiao?"
After three minutes, he wanted Ye Qiao to draw the talisman faster. It was quite fast now, but look at which talisman repair shop failed to draw a talisman once?
Ye Qiao: "Don't worry about my success rate, first tell me whether it's fast or not?"
Song Hansheng sneered.
If Ye Qiao is a bad player, Song Hansheng is definitely a good student. Before, Yun Que was not good at drawing talismans and forming formations, and was criticized by him every day. Now Ye Qiao is worse than Yun Que. He didn't spray because of his good quality, but because of his poor quality.
There are too many monsters now and there is no room for it.
Ye Qiao knew that Song Hansheng was on the verge of breaking out, so she ignored him and rehearsed it in her mind for a while before trying again. This time it went smoothly and the stroke was successful.
Song Hansheng looked back and saw that he had successfully retracted his death gaze, and sneered, "I thought you had become a waste like Yun Que."
In his eyes, Ye Qiao was one of the few who he thought had decent talent.
Ye Qiao took the opportunity to touch his valuable wolf brush more and sneered back: "If you can't speak, just shut up."
She drew a picture, and Song Hansheng also picked it up and studied it for a few times. At first, he thought it was the talisman of the Changming Sect, but at first glance, Song Hansheng strangely saw the shadow of the Yueqing Sect in it.
However, the overall painting method is close to that of Changming Sect. When the two are combined, they unexpectedly appear to be very harmonious.
Song Hansheng frowned tightly, "You failed three times. Are you going to do something like this?"
No one in the world of cultivation has ever tried to see if the combination of the two can be successful. After all, in the Fulu lineage, each sect's founder has different mental methods and techniques. She mixes the two in this way, which is completely disrespectful to the ancestor.
"Otherwise." Ye Qiao picked up the talisman he drew and tried it. The defensive effect is indeed much better than just one. The Changming Sect focuses on speed. If it is hit, it can offset the attack first, but the defensive ability is worse.
The defensive effect of Yue Qing Sect is better than theirs. Combining the two will create a new talisman.
"Has no one tried it before?" Ye Qiao encouraged him, "It's very useful. You can try it too."
Song Hansheng glanced at her and said, "In the past, no one would disrespect the ancestor, nor would they learn one sect's talisman and then another sect like you, and combine the two in an upright manner."
If others see it, they will just say something outrageous.
Ye Qiao was sarcastic. It seemed a bit immoral to say such things in front of his chief disciple after secretly learning his sect's talismans.
After she succeeds the first time, the rest will be much smoother, and the whole process will be smooth.
The speed was so fast that Song Hansheng started to watch and gradually became numb.
He can also draw a talisman with one stroke, but in this environment, it is easy to be unable to devote himself to it.
Moreover, Ye Qiao was a combination of two sect talismans. She was able to succeed in such a rebellious and eccentric way.
"Ye Qiao." Song Han said with an open mind, laughed angrily, and asked: "What is the level of your spiritual root?"
Ye Qiao guessed that he would ask. Thinking of the disdain and evaluation of her spiritual roots from the outside world, she asked back: "Middle-grade spiritual roots, do you believe it or not?"
"Pretend." Song Hansheng looked at her coldly, "You continue to pretend."
Who has a high-grade spiritual root that can draw talismans with one stroke?
At least top quality or top quality.
"If you don't believe me, why don't you ask a ghost." Ye Qiao rolled her eyes. She knew a lot about the world, so it was not that difficult to draw.
When she couldn't hold it any longer, she asked Song Hansheng to come over. The two of them had a tacit agreement to paint alternately. When Shi Hai couldn't hold it anymore, she took the elixir from the Bishui Sect to replenish her spirit. After she finished drawing a dozen talisman papers, the monsters surrounding her gradually
Almost all were wiped out.
"Let's go." Ye Qiao kept drawing, and now her wrists were a little sore. She jumped up and said, "I'm going out."
Song Hansheng stood up immediately. He didn't want to stay in this damn place for a second, it was cold and dirty.
…
Vines can be seen everywhere in the secret realm,
The demon boy held a knife, and with two simple cuts, the defense and attack formations were easily broken. As several formations laid out were shattered one after another, Su Zhuo's face turned pale, "Here we come."
Chu Xingzhi casually broke off a branch and threw it to the sword cultivators present: "I'll just use it." There are no other weapons now.
Alchemy cultivators and weapon cultivators ran away first, while the remaining disciples who were somewhat resistant stayed behind to stall for time.
Mingxuan's formation was the last formation. He wanted to defend it one more time, but the consequence of doing so forcefully was that he vomited blood.
"Mingxuan is still awesome."
"That's natural, otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to make the final formation."
"It has been delayed for half a quarter of an hour, but it is still too short. I hope the alchemy and weapon cultivators can run out." There are not many alchemy and weapon cultivators in the world of cultivation, and there is no one who can personally teach them. They don't want to see anything happen.
Arrived.
Mu Chongxi was with Zhou Xingyun, and Ye Qinghan was with Qin Huai. The two pro-incarnations blocked one Nascent Soul, and all the talisman masters were left behind. Yun Que was forced to join in. She was also quick in setting up formations, so staying here was still useful.
This is the only relief for those on the sidelines.
Mingxuan formed seals on his fingertips and was carried around by Zhou Xingyun. It was easy to catch them one by one, but it would be a bit more difficult to catch a group of them together.
The demon boy narrowed his eyes, "Who rescued you?" After saying that, he struck Chu Xingzhi with a knife. Chu Xingzhi's breath suddenly stopped and he almost had his throat cut. Mu Zhongxi, who was closest to him, gave him a blow.
Pull him away.
In terms of speed, Changmingzong has the fastest response.
The elder of Wenjian Sect broke out in cold sweat when he saw it. He stood up suddenly, his hands were trembling a little. He almost, almost lost his disciple.
"Train them to run next time."
The Talisman cultivators made preparations in advance before going down to the secret realm. Everyone had drawn a lot of fire-controlling talismans. At this moment, the talismans were all in the mustard bags. Facing the overwhelming vines, those who were slow to react were already tied up and tightened tightly.
Hanging, the posture is not to capture the person, but to hang the person alive.
The branch in Mu Chongxi's hand was used as a sword, and the sharp sword energy was slashed upwards. This move was not the Changming Sect's sword, but something he had learned in the inheritance not long ago.
However.
There is absolutely no way to save him.
Mu Zhongxi gasped and saw that alchemy cultivators and weapon cultivators with slow reactions were being arrested one after another. Talisman cultivators were also unavoidable. During the formation, vines took the opportunity to grab their ankles and hoist them into the air.
In the past, Changming Sect's mental skills were the most looked down upon. What's the use of being fast, but in this situation, their mental skills were definitely the best at running. None of the four of them had ever been touched by a vine.
But being forced to this point by two Nascent Souls is hard for anyone.
Mingxuan's breathing was a little rapid. In this extreme environment, his formation speed increased by leaps and bounds, but it was still too late.
too slow.
It broke within less than a quarter of an hour.
"Damn it." Chu Xingzhi was stabbed to the ground and vomited blood: "How on earth did you get in at the Nascent Soul stage?"
If you can't withstand a blow from the Nascent Soul stage, you'll lose half your life.
Moreover, this is a competition among the five sects. Damn it, you must be sick if you come in the Nascent Soul stage.
Yun Que unconsciously clenched the Origin Bead he had secretly obtained with his fingertips. The spiritual energy hidden inside was very strong, and it was not impossible to absorb it until he reached the Nascent Soul stage.
But she didn't expect that one of her unconscious actions would lead to today's situation.
The demon saint was a little upset. Ye Qiao was beaten by her. He should be dead by now. Even if he was not dead, he would not be able to get out. She had underestimated these righteous little sheep.
Three late-stage Jindan sword cultivators and a group of talisman cultivators are very difficult to deal with.
She had to be thankful that she took away their mustard bags as soon as possible.
Otherwise, it is not impossible for the five sects to join forces and achieve two Nascent Soul stages.
In order to avoid long nights and long dreams, the demon saint moved the vines with her fingertips to wrap around and cling to form a huge net, covering everyone inside. "Don't survive, leave the one named Yun Que, and deal with the others quickly, so that you can go back and recover."
"Know."
The moment the vines blocked the exit, the surrounding sky darkened. Mu Chongxi tried to use fire to burn them. They had three fire spirit roots from the Ming Sect, but the fire was too weak. It was okay to push back the vines. He wanted to open a path.
The exit is a fantasy.
"The exit is completely blocked." Xue Yu also tried, but to no avail. Since he couldn't escape, staying together was the best option.
Zhou Xingyun and Ye Qinghan's sword skills were domineering, with one sword like the wind and the other like a knife. They all stepped in front to protect several alchemy cultivators.
Miaomiao was so moved: "Wow, oh, oh, if I can get out alive, I will give you all pills."
Liu Yun nodded crazily, "I will never say that you swordsmen are poor again."
The corner of Chu Xingzhi's mouth twitched: "You don't need to say this."
It is rare to see the five sects joining forces for the first time.
All the monks outside the venue couldn't control themselves and stood up. They all stared at the photo stone, carefully holding their nervous breaths.
"If this continues, it won't be long before we are all strangled."
The vines were shrinking, trapping them little by little. This was obviously an attempt to trap them all inside. The sword cultivator had no sword, the fu cultivator's talisman was not there, and his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. Faced with such a scene, what could he do? They all look pale and feeble.
Shen Ziwei was the only one who had a mustard bag, but it was also empty. All the defensive magic weapons were used up, and there were also a few offensive magic weapons, which were all taken out for the sword cultivators to use.
"It's as long as we can last." Shen Ziwei tried her best to calm down, "I don't know when the elders will come."
At this time, everyone felt a little desperate in their hearts.
Yun Que looked at the shrinking vines, her scalp numbing. For a moment, she wanted to take out the Origin Bead, but in the end she suppressed the impulse. It would not be too late to take it out when there was really no other way.
Her luck has always been excellent, and she is always in danger every time she encounters danger. Yun Que feels that this time should be no exception.
*
The lush secret realm was extremely ferocious and strange. The wildly growing vines were visible to the naked eye. Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng could see them from a long distance away.
"Over there." Song Hansheng pointed in the direction not far away, "They should all be there."
It was Song Hansheng's first time riding such a weird flying beast, and it was not suitable at first. Compared with his squirming, Ye Qiao seemed to be particularly comfortable.
Even though she was being jumped up and down along the way, she still managed to tame him tenaciously.
Ye Qiao pulled the big red bird to steady it, and kept urging: "Hurry, hurry, hurry."
The entire secret realm was completely silent, with green vines covering everything inside. From a distance, it was completely blocked, making it impossible to enter.
Ye Qiao patted the KFC chicken, let it fly over, and burned the hole in it: "It's your turn to perform."
Isn't this where the role of KFC comes in? A puff of phoenix fireworks quickly burns a hole in the sky like a prairie fire. It's not big, but it can accommodate two people and one bird to pass through, so it's not easy to notice.
Seeing that the hole was burned, Ye Qiao immediately directed the bird to fly down, "Quick, quick, go save people!"
No one among the concentrating people noticed that a hole opened in the sky. The red bird shook it angrily, and finally dived reluctantly.
Sitting on the back of the bird, having a clear view of the confrontation between a group of people in mid-air, Ye Qiao concentrated her spiritual power on her fingertips and stretched to the full moon.
The three stretched out vines continued to lengthen. Seeing that she was about to catch the slowest one, she pointed in the direction of the vines and let KFC spit fire on the arrows. She held her breath and concentrated, and fired three arrows in unison. The spiritual arrows were wrapped in flames. It shot straight over.
Coming through the sky, the momentum is like breaking bamboo.
The vines that burned instantly retracted quickly.
The arrow was so fast that everyone was surprised.
"Fuck." This voice came from the audience outside the venue.
The elders in the gloomy atmosphere were all silent, each one quieter than the other. Faced with this sudden change, they suddenly stood up and asked, "What is that?"
The elder of the Bishui Sect felt that it looked familiar. He clenched his fists and said, "It seems to be our Miaomiao's spiritual bow."
Miaomiao?
"But isn't Miaomiao here?"
All five sects are here.
Where did those arrows in the air come from?
"Everyone." When everyone was confused, a clear and familiar female voice sounded, "Hey, hey, how are you? I look northwest and shoot at Sirius. Isn't it cool?"
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Visiting relatives, coming to relatives, we have so many relatives in Shandong, we have to go to relatives’ houses the day after tomorrow.