My cute little junior sister is too curly

Chapter 72 The Power of Talismans
Bailiwen turned pale with fright, and hurriedly shouted, "Uncle Zhong, don't want it!"

But Uncle Zhong didn't seem to hear it, the black ball in his hand gradually approached Ning Shiyue, "Little girl, tell me, who taught you how to draw symbols? And what's the name of the skill you learned?"

"Don't even think about it! Even if I die... I won't tell you!" Ning Shiyue breathed weakly, but she was still stubborn.

Uncle Zhong snorted coldly, and smiled contemptuously, "Hmph! In front of Huashen, you have no right to choose. If you don't tell me, then I can only find out the answer by myself. At that time, you will have no chance to regret it." gone."

Uncle Zhong didn't want to search for the soul directly, because there are some things that cannot be seen when searching for the soul.

And he didn't want Ning Shiyue to really become a fool.

After all, Ning Shiyue is a seventh-level talisman master.

The status of a talisman teacher is far higher than that of an alchemist.

The conditions for a monk to become a talisman teacher are extremely harsh.

It can be said that sometimes, among tens of thousands of people, it is not necessarily possible to pick out a suitable person...

Moreover, it is extremely difficult to train a talisman teacher, and most of the time it is useless.

In the mainland of Kyushu, there are only two talisman masters left, and they are only at the fifth level.

Those two people have lived for thousands of years now, and their lifespan will be exhausted...

But Ning Shiyue, a little girl, was able to quietly become a seventh-level talisman teacher, and there must be a big secret hidden in it.

So compared to directly searching for the soul of Ning Shiyue.

He even wanted Ning Shiyue to tell her about her experience of becoming a seventh-level talisman teacher.

"Uncle Zhong, let go quickly, she can't hold on any longer!" Baili Wen said anxiously, his eyes full of distress.

Bailiwen clenched the sword in his hand more and more, regret welling up in his heart.

If he was stronger, he wouldn't have to watch Fifth Senior Sister suffer...

Now he can't even sneak attack Uncle Zhong.

In Uncle Zhong's domain, Uncle Zhong will have a panoramic view of all his movements.

Uncle Zhong rested his palm on Ning Shiyue's forehead, his eagle eyes were sharp, and he looked at the remorseful Baili Wenyue.

Uncle Zhong said coldly: "Master Wenyue, since she is your fifth senior sister, you should know something, right? Why don't you tell me, who is her master? What exercises does she usually learn?"

"I told you to let her go!" Baili Wen was breathing heavily, his eyes were reddish.

"Speak first!" Uncle Zhong ordered, his hands tightened even more.

Ning Shiyue's cheeks were flushed from the beginning to gradually losing their color.

"Our master's name is Ye Wentian. The fifth senior sister didn't learn any kung fu. She usually teaches herself to draw talismans."

"Master Wenyue, if you said this, you didn't say it. I'm very dissatisfied. I'd better ask myself."

Uncle Zhong's hand tightened again, and Ning Shiyue's face turned purple.

"Uncle Zhong! Stop!" Baili Wenyue shouted, his brows turned cold, and he stabbed Uncle Zhong with his sword.

Even if it can't save Fifth Senior Sister!

He can't just watch, Fifth Senior Sister dies in front of him!
"Heh! Overthinking one's abilities." Uncle Zhong looked coldly at the stabbing sword.

Huashen pressure pressed towards Baili Wenyue's wrist.

Baili Wenyue's face turned pale instantly, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Zhong flicked his sleeve lightly.

boom! ——

Bang! ——

Baili Wenyue flew out with his sword.

He fell heavily to the ground.

cough! ——

Bailiwen coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He lay on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

It turned out that he had no chance to resist against the strong.

If it wasn't for Uncle Zhong's mercy.

He had already been destroyed by the sword.

"Master Wenyue, I saved face for you. Even if you go to sue in front of others in the future, I will be justified." Uncle Zhong spared Baili Wenyue, looking at Bailiyuan's silent face.

Bailiyuanmo still loves this nephew very much.

"It's because I'm not as good as others, Uncle Zhong taught me a lesson!" Baili Wenyue's voice was muffled, without the usual arrogance.

He clenched his hands into fists and let them go.

A sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

Is this the frustration?
Baili Wenyue couldn't help recalling the days when he was slacking off at Ling Yunzong.

An inner remorse welled up in my heart!
If he had worked harder and kept up with everyone's rhythm when he was in Lingyunzong, he would not be so powerless at this moment...

He can't go on like this!
He must become stronger!
Seeing that Baili Wenyue was lying on the ground motionless, Uncle Zhong looked away.

Uncle Zhong looked at Feng Qingran with cold eyes.

This little doll is absolutely clumsy!

Since Baili Wenyue appeared, his attention was diverted, and he didn't think of her for a moment.

She seemed to be a little out of breath, but the spiritual power in her body was functioning normally, and she didn't show the slightest timidity towards him in her eyes.

interesting!
A little Nascent Soul, when facing Huashen, is not afraid of coercion, life and death...

If you cultivate this kind of state of mind well, you will definitely become a strong person in the future.

pity!

They have become enemies with Miss Xiyao and cannot be used by the Luo family.

"Little baby, tell me, how did she draw those seventh-level talismans?"

There was a chill in Feng Qingran's eyes, and he stood up holding the Qingluan sword, "I taught her, she can beat me, let her go, and I will go with you."

"The tone is not small, you are an old man who is deaf? I heard all the words between you, those talismans are the latest research by her." Uncle Zhong said, his eyes fell on Ning Shiyue's storage ring.

He forgot the storage ring.

A faint light flashed in Feng Qingran's apricot eyes, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you the picture now."

Uncle Zhong raised his eyes again and looked at Feng Qingran. He wanted to see, how could Feng Qingran draw a seventh-level talisman under such circumstances?

Feng Qingran lightly raised her jade hand, and a piece of talisman paper floated in front of her.

She flipped her wrist, and there was a black brush in her hand.

The brush is carved with exquisite patterns, mysterious and ancient.

Feng Qingran raised her hand and started to brush, there was a gust of wind in her sleeves, and the strokes of the brush moved on the talisman paper, like a dragon swimming, it was natural.

Her eyes were as bright as glass, exuding a spirit of wisdom.

Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the morning glow, overflowing with splendor and brilliance, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Uncle Zhong's eyes suddenly became vigilant, Feng Qingran would never draw a talisman honestly.

The seventh-level attack talisman can already cause a certain amount of damage to Huashen.

He has to prevent it a little bit!
Uncle Zhong unconsciously loosened his hand a little bit, allowing Ning Shiyue to live so that he could better threaten Feng Qingran.

After a quarter of an hour.

Feng Qingran's movements stopped, and the pen was completed.

Bailiwen, who had just stood up, was astonished. The junior sister could draw symbols! ?
It seems that everyone in the Lingyun Sect knows one more thing besides spiritual cultivation...

Big brother's formation method, second senior brother's sword repair, third senior sister's alchemy, fourth senior brother's weapon refining...

Fifth Senior Sister and Junior Junior Sister Draw Talismans...

The eighth junior brother doesn't know much about it, but his cultivation has already reached the early stage of becoming a god...

There is only one seventh junior brother left, who can do anything!
He is the only one who is complacent when he has achieved a little bit...

Baili Wenyue had mixed feelings in his heart, he was so wrong!
He is afraid of becoming strong.

Because he has seen the two families behind him control the outstanding children...

He dare not practice too fast.

He was afraid that if he was too good, he would be arrested and married and become a tool of the family.

But he never thought about it, if he is not strong enough, what if the people around him are in danger?
Just like at this moment, Fifth Senior Sister has fallen into Uncle Zhong's hands, and he can't do anything...

As a man, he still needs to be protected by his junior sister!
Bailiwen took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked at Mo Jinghong who had no sense of existence.

Seventh Junior Brother didn't make a move for so long, could it be that he wanted to wait for him to figure it out?
"The ink is dry, here it is." Feng Qingran's eyes were clear, and she raised her hand to throw the talisman over.

"Wait a minute, hold it up for me to see." Uncle Zhong looked a little nervous.

Feng Qingran held up the talisman, and the purple talisman on it was obscure and difficult to understand, with flowing shadows, which gave people a feeling of mystery.

"What kind of talisman is this?" Uncle Zhong only recognized that the runes of the seventh-level talisman were purple.

"The life talisman, after sticking it on, can restore all spiritual power within half a quarter of an hour, and it is only useful for cultivation below Huashen." Feng Qingran explained.

Uncle Zhong's eyes were horrified that the seventh-level talisman had such power.

"How do you prove that what you said is true?" Uncle Zhong obviously didn't believe it.

All spiritual power will be restored within half a quarter of an hour, which means that it is not too much for a monk to have two lives during the battle.

Feng Qingran's eyes flickered slightly, and he suggested: "Then find someone to try."

"Senior Brother Six attacked you just now. He exhausted all his spiritual power and was injured. I will paste this on him and let him attack you again..."

Uncle Zhong nodded, "Yes."

Bailiwen couldn't surpass Jindan, even if he regained his strength, his full strength attack would not hurt him at all.

Feng Qingran stepped forward and pasted a talisman on Baili Wenyue.

After a quarter of an hour.

All the injuries on Baili Wenyue's body recovered, and all the spiritual power in the golden core also recovered.

"Master Wen Yue, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Baili Wenyue met Uncle Zhong's eyes, and saw contempt and disdain in them.

Bailiwen clenched the sword in his hand more tightly, his eyes were red, and there was an impulse in his heart.

Even if in Uncle Zhong's eyes, his blow was nothing more than an ant shaking an elephant, he still had to do his best.

Baili Wenyue's eyes became fierce, and the long sword in his hand glowed coldly, gathering the spiritual energy in his whole body, and swung it vigorously.

A majestic sword energy swung out and stabbed towards Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong gave a dismissive look on his face, and lightly raised his palm, ready to catch the sword with his bare hands.

Just as the blade was about to reach Uncle Zhong, Feng Qingran's eyes froze, and two talismans suddenly appeared on her fingertips, and she threw them towards Uncle Zhong.

Two talismans, one divided into two.

One flew in front of Uncle Zhong, blending with the blade of the sword.

One flew over Ning Shiyue's head and landed on Ning Shiyue's body, forming a protective cover.

All this is done in an instant.

Uncle Zhong didn't have time to react.

boom! ——

A loud bang.

Blood froth flew across the air.

what! ——

Uncle Zhong let out a scream of pain.

Taking advantage of Uncle Zhong's injury, Feng Qingran made a leap to catch Ning Shiyue.

Feng Qingran put a pill into Ning Shiyue's mouth, "Fifth Senior Sister, thank you for your hard work."

"Junior Junior Sister, is there any problem with my acting?" Ning Shiyue lowered her voice, her eyes were as bright as spring flowers.

"Hush! Fifth Senior Sister, you still have to be seriously injured for the time being." Feng Qingran blinked at Ning Shiyue.

Baili Wenyue hadn't recovered from the shock yet.

He stared wide-eyed, looking at Uncle Zhong whose arm was blown off in the distance.

His sword energy can actually hurt Huashen?
Uncle Zhong's face was painful, he covered his bleeding shoulder, his eyes were full of horror!
Is this the power of the seventh-level talisman?
He was played by a little doll!

Uncle Zhong exuded a terrifying coercion, "Little baby, you are very good to be able to play tricks under my nose!"

(End of this chapter)