Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 582 Sixth Grade Frost Sky Cold Flame Talisman, please enlighten me

"It's not good to let Mr. Zhai go up so early."

Just as Zhai Rong spoke, the old Sui Wei of the Baozimai clan behind him suddenly stepped forward.

"Sang Wuyin is obviously using these disciples to consume our souls. Let Lao Zhai play so early, even if we win this round, if we face some more complicated talismans in the next round, we will be powerless."

He spoke persuasively.

"Old Sui is right, Mr. Zhai should wait and see, let's go first."

The old Chucheng of the Pozimai clan on the side also agreed.

But Zhai Rong didn't answer the two immediately, but looked at Sang Xiaoman.

Seeing this, Sang Xiaoman frowned, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Sui Wei and Chu Cheng and said:

"We appreciate the kindness of the two of you, but let Mr. Zhai take the lead in this game, it's safer."

Although she didn't explain the specific reason, the meaning is already very obvious, she just doesn't trust these two people.

"Forget it, I'm worrying too much."

Sui Wei waved his hands and went directly off the platform.

Chu Cheng smiled wryly, shook his head, and followed, but suddenly stopped when he was going down the steps. After hesitating for a while, he turned back and said to Sang Xiaoman:

"Xiao Man, do you still remember the wine thief in the back mountain?"

Sang Xiaoman was taken aback when she heard the words, and then her pupils dilated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But this look of surprise lasted only for a moment before it turned into a bright smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Chu, for your reminder, but this round is still up to Mr. Zhai."

She smiled brightly.

Because of this sentence, Sang Xiaoman's originally gloomy face completely cleared up at this moment.

"Miss, what's the matter? What wine thief?"

Zhai Rong on the side asked with some confusion.

"Nothing, just remembered something funny."

At this moment, Sang Xiaoman seemed to be glowing, and looked extraordinarily alive.

"It's Mr. Zhai. They will definitely continue to use the talisman that delays time and consumes the soul in this round. You should do what you can when the time comes, so as not to hurt the soul."

She reminded Zhai Rong.

"Miss, don't worry, I know."

Zhai Rong nodded.

"Have you decided on the candidates for the second round?"

The nameless old man from the ancestral hall stepped forward and asked.

"It's settled."

Sang Xiaoman nodded and said:
"The second round will be played by Lao Zhairong from my Tianzimai clan."

The nameless old man nodded when he heard the words, and then walked towards Sang Wuyin.

The candidate for Sang Wuyin's side is also very straightforward. In the last round, it was the third disciple's egg Zhenghao, and this round it was the second disciple's turn directly.

Compared with the bookishness of the third disciple Egg Zhenghao, the appearance of the second disciple Feng Lianggong was more like that of a villager, with a burly and sturdy figure, and he was dressed in coarse cloth and baggy, not like a talisman master at all.

It's just that compared to Feng Lianggong's appearance, the talisman pen on his back is even more amazing. It is a pen body made of black iron, with a thick calf and a huge talisman pen that is five feet long.

"This round Zhao Xuanjun withdraws, Lao Zhai Rong of the Tianzi family joins up, and Sang Wuyin's side Feng Lianggong meets."

Seeing that both of them walked up to the resting platform, the nameless old man of the ancestral hall said something expressionlessly again.

Then it was the same as the previous round, repeating the rules of the competition verbatim.

This time, the two parties did not take the initiative to propose who would draw the talisman and who would tear it apart, but decided by throwing copper coins.

It's just that I don't know whether Feng Lianggong was too lucky or Mr. Zhai was too unlucky. This time, it was Sang Wuyin's side who drew the talisman.

"Mr. Zhai, I have accepted it."

This Feng Lianggong was quite polite, he clasped his fists and cupped his hands to Zhai Rong.

"please."

Zhai Rong also smiled.

Although the two veins had been at odds during this period, Feng Lianggong was still doing his job, and he didn't do anything particularly out of the ordinary.

Feng Lianggong didn't show any politeness anymore, he just laid out the talisman paper, stood in front of the table, lifted the huge talisman brush lightly, dipped some vermilion talisman ink on the tip of the pen, and wrote without hesitation.

Although everyone couldn't see the notes on the talisman paper clearly, they found that the moment Feng Lianggong wrote the pen, the aura of heaven and earth around Jingxin Lake suddenly rushed to him.

The majestic Mount Mocang behind the Wuyun Tower swayed even more, making a rustling sound.

"The second disciple, Sang Wuyin, is much stronger than the third disciple just now."

Xie Xuanchen was a little surprised.

"When I wrote the pen, I kept my face and directly entered the Two Quiet Realm. If we only talk about the soul, I am afraid that only Brother Wuji can confront him here."

Wen Huazi glanced at Zhang Wuji beside him and said.

"If it is only about the strength of the soul, it is true, but if it is about how to use the soul, I am afraid that I am not as good as him."

Zhang Wuji replied very frankly, since seeing the remnants of Qiushui, he has become more and more humble about his own conceited power of soul.

"Brother Wuji is so self-effacing, it's not like you. I'm afraid your soul realm has touched the threshold of sanji, right?"

Xie Xuanchen made a joke.

Zhang Wuji ignored him, and turned his gaze back to the resting platform.

Not long after the turbulent heaven and earth spiritual energy rushed to Jingxin Lake just now, with Qiyuetai as the center, a bone-chilling chill suddenly spread around Jingxin Lake.

The sky over the lake water is condensing little by little ice flowers at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.

There is no doubt that the source of the sudden drop in temperature is the unfinished talisman on the table.

You don't need to look at it, Feng Lianggong's talisman must be another "celestial phenomenon talisman".

"The talisman can change the sky and the climate without success. This talisman must be at least the sixth grade. The Sang family is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

"Even if it is a sixth-grade talisman, depending on the complexity of the talisman and the strength of the talisman master's soul, the power of the final talisman is also very different. This is where the Sang family is truly terrifying."

"I heard that Xianmeng began to pay attention to the Sang family very early, but they have never dared to do it. I didn't understand it before, but now I really have nothing to say. Don't mess with the Sang family if you mess with anyone in the ten states."

Behind Wen Huazi, many guests who were invited by Sang Wuyin from Shizhou began to sigh with emotion.

"The Immortal Alliance has never attacked the Sang family. Could it be that they are really afraid of the talisman masters of the Sang family?"

Zhang Wuji thought it was interesting, so he smiled and asked Wen Huazi beside him.

"It's one of them."

Wen Huazi didn't shy away from it, but he didn't seem to want to talk about this topic.

Both of them fell silent immediately, and looked at the resting platform again.

Compared with Egg Zhenghao's extremely strenuous expression at that time, Feng Lianggong's expression was much more relaxed when he was drawing the talisman. The talisman pen was like a wooden stick in a bucket, frantically stirring the aura of heaven and earth, making the originally very irritable The aura of heaven and earth became docile little by little, and finally obediently blended into the talisman ink on the tip of his pen and sealed it in the talisman.

Contrary to his expression at this time is the climate around this quiet lake——

The surface of the entire Jingxin Lake has completely frozen into ice, and even the Qiyue platform is covered with frost. Even the Wuyun Tower, which is far away, is covered with icicles on the eaves.

All the monks felt that they had entered the cold winter months ahead of schedule.

Just drawing the talisman made such a movement, everyone couldn't help but look forward to Feng Lianggong's sixth-grade talisman.

After about half an hour passed, Feng Lianggong finally finished his pen.

A talisman emitting six blue spirit patterns slowly rose from the table in front of him, and finally floated above the resting platform.

"Sixth Grade Frost Sky Cold Flame Talisman."

Feng Lianggong clasped his fists at Zhairong again and said:
"Please enlighten me, Mr. Zhai."

(End of this chapter)