First, he learned from Feng Baobao various methods of sliding doors, picking locks, and changing circumstances, and then obtained two talismans.
Jiang Xin was already satisfied, there was nothing wrong with keeping the rest, so he might as well go back to sleep and practice.
...
"Awei's Eighteen Styles..."
"ah!"
Zhang Chulan, who was in pain and struggling to hold on, immediately ran away and fell hard to the ground.
On the other side, Shan Shitong had already lost the energy to fight anymore, and he was leaning against the tree to recuperate his energy with a look of exhaustion.
Rubbing his waist, Zhang Chulan grinned in pain: "Sister Bao'er, please be gentle next time."
"Why don't you." Feng Baobao shook his head with a serious look on his face: "If you hit someone lightly, it will feel like hitting someone."
"..."
After barely regaining some energy, Shan Shitong finally recognized the reality: "Zhang Chulan, you win this time. I will not participate in this competition."
"Not participating?" Zhang Chulan's heart moved, but she was a little strange: "Are you afraid that Sister Bao'er will take action against you again?"
"Is there still enough time?" Pointing to the sky, Shan Shitong said: "I am not participating because the purpose of coming to Luotian Dajiao this time has been achieved. In this case, there is no point in continuing to participate.
It’s better to go back and practice.”
"That's it." Zhang Chulan scratched his head and chuckled: "Brother Shan, we will meet again later."
...
The next day.
As the sun rose, Shan Shitong walked down the mountain in the morning sunshine, while Zhang Chulan appeared at the competition venue with a depressed look.
Glancing over, Zhang Chulan became increasingly depressed when he saw the energetic Jiang Xin in the distance: "They are all people who stay up late and fight, why are you still so energetic!"
This time, the Heavenly Master did not appear in person, only his disciples appeared.
"Everyone, the second round of the Luotian Dajiao competition will be divided into four venues and will be held simultaneously. You can choose to go to the venue to watch in person, or stay in this open space to watch the screen."
"There are people at each venue with the ability to transmit the live broadcast back, so you can watch with confidence."
“Now, let’s invite the contestants from the first competition to come on stage.”
"The king is also against the iron horse!"
"Jiang Xin versus Wang Bing!"
"Zhang Chulan versus Shan Shitong!"
"Feng Baobao versus Wang Ergou!"
"The competition begins!"
It wasn't until she saw Wang Bing with yellow hair in front of her that Jiang Xin laughed out loud.
The grandson of Shilao Wang Ai!
In the past, when looking at one person, the most disgusting person would be Wang Bing. Even the poisonous people from the Yaoxian Society could not compare to him.
Now, we finally have a chance to fight against each other.
"Oh, it turns out it's Young Master Wang Bing, the grandson of Shi Lao." Jiang Xin looked at Wang Bi and showed a sarcastic smile: "You, the grandson of Shi Lao, have to do it yourself for whatever you want."
"Go directly to your grandfather and ask Senior Lu to hand over the Tongtian Ru, why bother to do it yourself for your small body, if you are not afraid of breaking it?"
"The power of words, let's see if you can speak later." Wang Bing's face darkened, his eyes were full of anger, and wisps of black energy like thick ink appeared on his hands.
Jiang Xin's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly: Is this the Wang family's Qi, or Ju Ling's general... It's a bit darker than my five ghosts.
With a wave of his hand, Wang Bing took out a few talismans that didn't look like much: "talisman: body protection! Talisman: Liu Ding Liujia!"
With a flash of bright light, an unknown wave descended, turning into a thin translucent shield to protect the king.
Different from being attached to his body, another talisman burned out of thin air, and from the smoke, the Six Ding Liujia and Twelve Tai Sui Gods rushed out.
"Is this a pirated copy?"
Looking at the twelve-year-old god who was rushing toward him, even his face looked a bit blurry and unreal, Jiang Xin not only didn't panic, she even wanted to laugh.
He didn't even use the purple fire. He stretched out his hand and a red flame that reached thousands of degrees instantly appeared. After a beat, it roared out like a fire dragon.
boom!
Tongues of fire splashed out, and the air twisted. With just one encounter, the seemingly mighty Liuding Liujia was directly defeated and completely dissipated.
"We can't waste the fire bombs!"
While the fire in the air had not dissipated, Jiang Xin stretched out his empty palm, and with his five fingers together, several fireballs condensed into shape instantly, forming a combined attack and bombarding Wang Bing.
"Damn bastard!"
His hands were as bright as thick ink, and Wang Bing's pupils had completely turned black. He punched out with his right hand and completely shattered the small fireball that tore the amulet into pieces.
The palm of his left hand moved slightly, and a wisp of dark green quietly appeared on Wang Bing's ink-colored Qi.
Poison!
Wang Bing was indeed spoiled by the Wang family. He gave him whatever he wanted and did whatever he wanted without any restrictions.
Since then, it has led to a consequence. Wang Bing has learned a lot of things, such as talismans, witchcraft, Gu magic...
In addition to the secret skills of the Wang family, Wang Bing has basically learned them all and is good at everything, but the only one that he can really master is the skill of Ju Ling and sending generals.
Poison was learned under such circumstances.
As fists and feet intertwined, fierce winds resounded, tongues of fire sprang up, and ice crystals covered the ground. In just a few minutes, the entire venue was devastated.
In the stands, Feng Baobao, who was drinking liquor through a straw next to Zhang Chulan, suddenly said: "You're done."
"What's wrong?" Zhang Chulan was stunned for a moment and looked down: "You mean someone down there is going to lose?"
"Yeah." Feng Baobao nodded: "Look at that yellow-haired foot."
"Feet?" The energy in Zhang Chulan's body stirred. He looked far away and saw a small purple flame burning on the thick and eerie black.
It looks like a small boat in the storm, but no matter how the black energy rolls, it never diminishes.
Even if Zhang Chulan had little knowledge, he could tell that something was wrong with the flame. He turned to look at the knowledgeable Xu San and Xu Si next to him: "Do you know that flame?"
"I'm not sure." Xu San pushed his eyes: "I don't know what the use is."
"Sister Bao'er, do you know what the fire is like?"
"The fire is burning." Feng Baobao drank a bottle of Erguotou seriously: "It has been burning from the beginning, and it has never stopped until now."
"Burning Qi?" Zhang Chulan murmured: "That doesn't mean that Wang Bing consumed more Qi than he imagined!"
"Asshole, what is this!" Finally finding the flames on his legs, Wang Bing frowned and breathed all over his body, trying to extinguish the flames.
Hiss~
There was a sound of evaporating water vapor, and the next moment it came into contact with the flame, the black energy tore apart in an instant, and then burned more and more vigorously!
"I finally discovered it...I thought you had to wait until I was poisoned to find out."
As he spoke, the innate Qi in Jiang Xin's body turned into nutrients and supplied the immortal purple fire. He just punched his hand and burned away the Qi that had been corroded by the poison.
The so-called lack of excellence in everything.
The poison that Wang Bing learned was just a piece of cake. Not to mention those experts in poison in Miao territory, even those who were just starting out in the Tang sect might prepare poisons that were stronger than his.
If this kind of poison can't be burned by purple fire, how can it burn out a life with just a little bit?