Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 588

However, although he looked surprised on the surface when he spoke, he was actually greatly relieved in his heart.

Because Chu Cheng's answer just now was the same as what he and Sang Wuyin had planned, whether it was drawing or tearing down amulets, a fifth-grade Spring Rain Talisman would be used.

"Just try your best."

Chu Cheng replied a little slowly, and smiled at Xie Wenxuan after speaking.

And it was this smile that made Xie Wenxuan's already calm mood jump wildly again.

No matter how hard he tried to calm down, there would always be an inexplicable panic in his heart.

"What's wrong with me, it's just a fifth-grade spring rain talisman, what kind of storm can it cause?"

Xie Wenxuan himself felt a little funny.

Fortunately, this inexplicable panic didn't last long, and he also retreated to his original standing position, and began to silently watch Chu Cheng draw the Spring Rain Talisman.

Others didn't notice the conversation between the two, and more people were still watching this competition with the mentality of seeing how Chu Cheng would make a fool of himself.

"Actually, it's better to admit defeat now than to be seriously injured later."

"That's right, that's the seventh-rank Seven Saints Foehn Talisman, full of six purple patterns, its power is a little scary just thinking about it."

"Anyway, I'm still an elder of the Po Zimai clan, so I have to put on a show. If I'm so scared that I can't even pick up a talisman pen, I'm afraid I'll have no face to go out in the future."

"Haha, it makes sense, makes sense."

They talked and laughed as they watched Chu Cheng slowly sit down in front of the desk.

After sitting down, Chu Cheng was not in a hurry to pick up the pen, but carefully placed a piece of talisman in front of him, then poured the remaining ink from the inkstone into the brush washer, picked up a new piece of ink and carefully brushed it. Grind it myself.

"Is he stalling for time?"

"Let him drag it on, it's only an hour anyway."

Yousang Wujian's disciple complained, and someone immediately responded indifferently.

"This Chu city is neither arrogant nor impatient when things happen, but its temperament is very calm."

Listening to the discussion behind, Wen Huazi felt a little funny and said.

"At this point, the only thing he can do well is Yanmo."

Zhang Wuji replied lightly.

As soon as the Foehn Talisman came out, no one was optimistic about Chu City.

Although there is some noise around, Chu Cheng still doesn't hear what's going on outside the window. He grinds the ink quietly. The ink stick mixed with the blood of spirit beasts melts in Yantai bit by bit, and a strange fragrance of ink spreads The gusts of hot wind spread out.

After smelling this strange fragrance of ink, the contempt on the faces of many talisman masters of the Sang family immediately disappeared.

Although Chu Cheng's regrinding of the ink was extremely time-consuming, it could reduce the dissipation of spiritual power in the ink.

In fact, all the talisman masters of the Sang family who were present knew this, and even Chu Cheng's method of studying ink was also the technique that the talisman masters of the Sang family used.

But because the process is complicated and extremely time-consuming, except for the Sang family's children who have just learned the talisman, few talisman masters will actually follow this step by step.

What's more, even if all these processes are completed, the enhancement of the power of the talisman will be negligible.

But after all, this is something handed down by the ancestors. Seeing that Mr. Chu in Chucheng completed it with such dedication, many people present felt a little guilty unconsciously, and therefore put away their contempt for Chucheng. .

At least they could see that Elder Chu was in awe of the Sang family's talismans.

After about a stick of incense, the ink in Chucheng was finally polished.

Unlike the particularity about talisman ink, he didn't seem to have any requirements for talisman pens, he just calmly took one from the pen holder on the table.

Because of his grinding action just now, many people began to look forward to the first pen he landed.

But soon, these people were disappointed. Chu Cheng's first stroke was very ordinary, so ordinary that you couldn't detect the fluctuation of his soul power.

From a distance, his figure is no different from an ordinary scholar who writes and paints.

All the talisman masters of the Sang family felt that they were being tricked, and began to speak sarcasticly at him again.

"It turned out to be nothing more than sensationalism."

Xie Mingxuan also felt that he was being teased. Just seeing Chu Cheng's gesture of grinding, his heart almost rose to his throat, and he felt that there must be something tricky about this weird behavior.

But just when he was very angry about this, a smear of purple air above Jingxin Lake suddenly caught his attention.

This touch of purple air came very abruptly, as if someone had drawn a stroke with purple ink in the blue sky.

But before he figured out where this purple air came from, another purple air floated over.

In a short while, the sky over Jingxin Lake was filled with purple clouds.

"Is this...the purple energy condensed from the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth?"

Xie Mingxuan investigated it with the power of his soul, and found that this wisp of purple energy was completely formed by the condensed energy of heaven and earth.

But what shocked him even more was the next scene.

I saw wisps of purple air, as if sucked by an invisible force, torn down from the air like a funnel, and finally all the wisps of purple air flowed into Chu Cheng's pen tip.

At this moment, the uneasiness in his heart finally became a reality.

But the next moment, he was relieved, because at least this proved his instinct was right.

Moreover, Chu Cheng took the initiative to reveal his identity, which proved the threat his sixth-grade and seven-sacred Fenfeng Talisman posed to him.

"Five-rank talismans are only fifth-rank after all, and the upper limit of the rank is placed there just like the talent of cultivation. This is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, and not everyone can easily surpass it."

Although Chu Cheng's current methods are astonishing, Xie Mingxuan is still very confident in his Seven Saints Fenfeng Talisman.

Not only him, but Sang Wuyin who was not far away also had a very ugly face at the moment, he cursed in a low voice with a livid face:

"This old thing is hidden so deep!"

Obviously, he didn't suspect Li Yunsheng at this time, and he blamed all this on the elders of the Pozimai clan who had secretly hidden their strength over the years.

"I'm afraid this is what Sang Buluan left behind for Sang Xiaoman during his lifetime."

Ma Yu's expression was also very ugly at the moment.

"Fortunately, Mingxuan saw the clues early on, and directly used a seven-sage burning wind talisman. This is a fifth-grade talisman. Not only is this round irreversible, but our strength against him in the next round is likely to be irreversible." Still kept in the dark."

He said with some fear.

Sang Wuyin who calmed down nodded, then frowned and said:
"Directly condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the ink is very similar to Sang Buluan's method, but without the support of a strong spirit, it is impossible to do it."

"In Ma Lao's opinion, what state has the spirit of Chu City reached?"

He then asked Ma Yu beside him.

(End of this chapter)