Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 602

"Brother Wuji, what did you let Xie Xuanchen do?"

Seeing Xie Xuanchen's willingness to agree, Wen Huazi couldn't help being a little curious.

"It's nothing, just let him go to the shore of the Jingxin Lake, and help me see the next round of competition from a close distance."

Zhang Wuji wrote lightly.

Wen Huazi glanced downstairs when he heard the words, and found that Xie Xuanchen had indeed gone to the lake, standing on the same side as Sang Wuyin's disciples.

"Since Brother Wuji is so concerned about this round of competition, why don't you go down and see for yourself?"

Wen Huazi asked with a smile.

"Wouldn't that be punishing myself?"

Zhang Wuji said.

Wen Huazi was stunned when he heard the words, then he slapped his head "haha" and said with a smile:
"Yes, yes, this is a bet between you and him. You can do whatever you want him to do. I think too much."

The line of sight returned to the habitat platform.

After the elder of the ancestral hall asked Sang Wuyin, he turned to look at Chu Cheng and Sang Xiaoman:
"There are still two people left on your side. Will Chucheng continue to fight this round, or will someone be replaced?"

This kind of wheel-to-wheel battle at the Danshu Club consumes a lot of the spirit of the talisman master. Under normal circumstances, few talisman masters survive two rounds, so the elders of this ancestral hall asked this question.

In fact, even if the elders of the ancestral hall didn't ask about this question, Sang Xiaoman wanted to discuss it with Chu Cheng.

She is ready to go this round by herself.

"This round is still me..."

"I'll still come."

It's just that she was interrupted by Chu Cheng just halfway through her words.

"It's rare to have such a good time playing today. I have never had the opportunity to meet so many masters of talismans before. It should be regarded as a practice."

He then looked at Sang Xiaoman seriously.

Chu Cheng's words were harsh to Sang Wuyin and the others, as if they didn't take him seriously.

But Sang Xiaoman understands very well, the premise is to change the identity of the person in front of him.

Seeing that "Chu Cheng" was really interested in this competition, and seeing the performance of the previous two rounds, Sang Xiaoman did not insist.

She blinked at Chu Cheng secretly, then straightened her waist and thanked Chu Cheng solemnly:

"Since Mr. Chu is so persistent, I can't say anything more. This round will continue to trouble Mr. Chu."

The elders of the ancestral hall on the side nodded when they saw this, then turned to face the side of Wuyun Tower and said loudly:

"In this round, Hezi Maisangwuyin will face against Pozimai Chucheng. On the front of the copper coin, symbols will be drawn on Shangsangwuyin, and on the other hand, symbols will be drawn on Chucheng."

As he spoke, he began to throw copper coins.

It has to be said that Sang Wuyin's side had good luck today, and it was his side who drew the talisman again this round.

After seeing Chucheng's methods, Sang Wuyin didn't ask for the qualification to give up the talisman, and walked directly to the desk without saying a word and sat down.

After sitting down, he was not in a hurry to write, but just took out his talisman pen and put it aside, then closed his eyes and concentrated as if he was thinking about something.

Those who were close to Sang Wuyin, such as his disciple Feng Lianggong, were actually terrified when they saw him showing such an expression.

Before being imprisoned in Wanjuanzhai by Sang Buluan, Sang Wuyin's temper was notoriously hot, and most of his disciples grew up under his fists.

After being imprisoned in Wanjuanzhai, Sang Wuyin gradually learned to restrain his temper.

It's just that convergence doesn't mean radical change.

After that, whenever Feng Lianggong and his disciples saw Sang Wuyin suddenly expressionless and silent, they knew that he was about to get angry.

As for Sang Wuyin, who was swallowed by anger, no matter it was a talisman or a magic skill, it was extremely terrifying.

As Feng Lianggong guessed, when Sang Wuzhen opened his eyes again, he looked like sitting there like a statue of an evil ghost.

However, he did not express his anger directly, but picked up the pen and integrated all the anger into the pen and ink of the talisman pen.

Following the fall of his first pen, a wave of divine power wrapped in a monstrous rage exploded around Jingxin Lake.

This kind of anger wrapped in the power of the soul made everyone present feel shuddering.

Even a cultivator of Wen Huazi's level, his firm Dao heart was shaken a little under the bombardment of this anger.

"As expected of a talisman master who has been able to fight with Sang Buran for so many years."

Wen Huazi sighed.

"Cultivators often need to sharpen their minds. It is best to be able to clean up all the seven emotions and six desires, but this Sang Wuqian has chosen to take the slant of the sword and sharpen his soul directly with anger. Instead of going crazy, he let his soul Unique, truly eccentric."

Zhang Wuji also nodded in admiration.

Among the foreign cultivators present, his spirit was the strongest, so he could feel the power of Sang Wujian's spirit the most at this moment.

On the Sword Buddha's side, Xu Youyou was frightened by the anger and hugged Zhang Lian'er beside her.

Because Zhang Lian'er was carrying the rotten wood and flower umbrella that Li Yunsheng gave him, this level of mind and soul attack could not hurt her, so she behaved very indifferently.

"This Sang Wuxian is so paranoid that he dares to sharpen his soul with anger. This careless move will cause him to become possessed."

Sword Buddha looked at Sang Wuyin with some vigilance.

"These cultivators in Shizhou now only know how to pursue fame and fortune. If cultivating magic can make them famous and their strength greatly increased, I'm afraid they will flock to them."

The real Huanglong snorted coldly.

Sword Buddha smiled helplessly when he heard the words, and then continued:
"However, I'm curious as to which talisman Sang Wuyin will use to deal with Chucheng."

"Ma Yu's seventh-grade thousand-ren real fire talisman before was considered a good talisman among all the seventh-grade talismans, but it was still broken by Chu City in the end. There are not many seventh-grade talismans left, I really want to be safe, the only thing I have to do is take out the Chilian Yangyan talisman."

Huang Long really said.

Sword Buddha was taken aback when he heard the words, and then said in astonishment:
"The Red Lotus Sun Flame Talisman?! It's the same lineage, and it still retains the inheritance of this talisman?!"

He couldn't believe it, this red lotus sun flame talisman was the famous talisman of the Sang family, when he fought against the demons, he used this talisman to kill the demons.

"I'm just guessing. After all, Chucheng has made strange moves frequently. If you want to do it once and for all, there is only one talisman."

Master Huang Long was not very sure.

"If it's this talisman, then the next round of competition will be interesting."

There was a trace of excitement on Jianfo's face.

At his age, there were very few things that aroused him.

While the two were chatting and laughing, the head of Sang Wuyin's talisman had been drawn.

At the moment when the talisman head was drawn, red fire lotuses transformed from real fire suddenly appeared on the surface of Jingxin Lake.

　Back to Shanghai today, traffic jam for a long time, sorry for the lateness.

　　In addition, thanks to the book friend 20170704234222615 for the reward, I owe another chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)