After settling down again, Qiao broke off from time to time, and the competition of hairpins and gui's abilities finally began.

Not as full of ** taste as the previous few attempts, the hairpin Gui can be quite peaceful at the beginning, the first Zongmen Gui came to power and asked for a roll of animal skin, with claws as a pen, made a "hairpin Gui energy map", this is probably a long time Ya Danqing, a picture did not take long, but the whole competition scene was depicted in great detail.

The expressions of the audience, the elders, and the nobles of the sects were also vividly depicted, but for the domain masters and the ancestors of the eight sects, this one did not dare to be abrupt, and only painted some treasure light and phantom, which was a fly in the ointment.

The second one to appear first is to redraw such a picture, which is almost an untrained task for ordinary people who have not been trained, but now the Gui of the sect, each has more than three realms, and the spiritual power is more than a hundred times higher than that of ordinary people, and its own painting is also the result of spiritual power condensation, so the picture of the tiger is still barely completed.

Finished is done, but the two pictures are still judged, after all, the same three realms, the ingenuity of the former one, the subtlety of the pen, but not the latter can immediately grasp it, so the painting is drawn, the boos are not less, these two because they played too early, and they got less satisfaction balls.

The second one has been away for a long time, and the strange beast still has not disappeared, lying on the side of the main hall, shaking his head from time to time, shaking the hair on his body, which makes people frightened, but secretly surprised.

For Zheng Fang, this is too pediatric, and I don't know how much easier it is than the first person's drawing. For human beings, spiritual power creation will be involved in the first realm and the first level, but because the spirit man is late in contact with spiritual power, he has to wait until the second realm to do this, and moreover, the spirit man cultivates spiritual power mostly in order to break through the realm and enhance combat effectiveness, and it is really rare to play this kind of trick.

So although it was a pediatric trick for Zheng Fang, it also aroused sporadic praise from the audience.

As one by one, the Gui of the sect walked up to the hall, and Zheng Fang found himself in the back of the line, which was not all bad. In the case of the first person's "Hairpin Gui Energy Diagram", the longer you observe, the higher the degree of closeness when you go to paint again, on the contrary, the more anxious you are to imitate, the more unlike it. A small picture stumped no less than six or seven sect leaders.

As the more and more Zongmen Gui came on the field, everyone's ability to show became more and more nonsense, and when Zheng Fang appeared in front of him, in addition to imitating all the previous ones, he could only learn the cry of a spirit beast, but he didn't learn it, which caused a boo.

When it was Zheng Fang's turn to play, he needed to draw a picture on the animal skin, a picture in the void, and a picture on the water, he needed to use spiritual power to imitate a strange beast, he needed to use six materials in the spirit world to complete six sculptures, and he had to dance four kinds of dances, sing eight songs with messy syllables, and simulate the cries of two strange beasts.

This simply made Zheng Fang speechless, but fortunately, he was the last to play, and his observation was quite detailed, and in the laughter of the audience, he imitated them one by one, and finally it was time for him to show his ability.

But seeing Zheng Fang's right palm stretched forward, a flame burning in the palm of his palm, looking at this scene, not to mention the audience, even the laurels of the sect were secretly shaking their heads, and said in their hearts, this Zheng Fang is also out of line, what kind of ability is it to burn a fire in the palm of his hand?

Suddenly, the color of the flame changed, and the center of the flame was visible to the naked eye, and a transparent liquid was slowly swimming.

"This ......" The laurels of the sect were all dumbfounded, what did Zheng Fang add, who knows?

Seeing that, the transparent liquid in Zheng Fang's palm gradually formed, and it turned out to be a round and transparent sphere, with a smooth and clear appearance, and everyone could even see their own shadow when they looked at the past, what kind of thing is this?

Showing the glass ball in his hand to the audience, Zheng Yi walked to the side, he temporarily came up with the idea of making this glass ball, there is no glass in the spirit world, this thing only appeared in the history of the human world, it was also seen as a gem, dazzling and beautiful, but Zheng Fang came up with this thing, but it was not for dazzling and beautiful.

He is also tired of this hairpin Guizhi, and he can barely say it with his mental power to paint and sculpt, what are the other dancing and singing, if he goes on like this, he doesn't know what he will toss out of his next appearance, the key is that the song and dance of the spiritual world has no feeling at all for Zheng Fang, and the rhythm and melody are not in an aesthetic logic at all.

It's like an indescribable noise, in the spirit world it is a song, Zheng Fang's Three Realms can translate language, but he has no way to do anything about the so-called song and dance in the spirit world, he can only use his own mental power to forcibly memorize it, and when he imitates it, it is like a clown, causing the audience to laugh, the problem is that he himself doesn't understand what the audience is laughing at.

In order to completely reverse this unfavorable situation, Zheng Fang thought of making glass, of course, the spiritual power can completely simulate glass, Zheng Fang played an eye-covering method, he deliberately separated the material from the flame, and divided the manufacturing process into steps, what he wanted to grasp was some bad brains, and he must imitate him, then he would not be able to make glass.

Although Qiao didn't say from time to time whether he would be eliminated if he couldn't imitate the previous ability, the satisfaction ball would definitely not be available, and Zheng Fang planned to increase the difficulty of the competition, so that Hairpin Guizhi could go on at his own pace.

Zheng Fang left, the second round of the competition began, the first to play in the last round of the sect Gui came up again, according to the rules, he does not need to re-demonstrate the ability he has already shown, so the "hairpin Gui energy map" does not need to be drawn a second time, but he needs to demonstrate the ability of other sects Gui one by one, and before he knows it, he has arrived at Zheng Fang's glass.

Zheng Fang was still thinking about it, if he opened his mouth to ask what materials he had added to the flames, how would he prevaricate, but saw that this sect Gui didn't even look at him, stretched out his right palm, lit a fire like a decent, and then stretched out his left hand and added something to it, and then a glass ball was made.

Placed on the side of Zheng Fang's glass ball, at first glance, not to mention, it is even brighter than Zheng Fang's.

Seeing that this old god was making glass on the ground, Zheng Fang's spiritual power was condensed, and he suddenly found that this person was really purely using spiritual power to create things, what a special thing, it turned out that the spirit people had learned badly, and Zheng Fang was dumbfounded.

"In the second round, don't take too simple abilities. Silently watching the sect Gui put down the glass ball, Qiao said lightly from time to time. I'll go, Zheng Fang was speechless for a moment, this special cultivator's world is too difficult to mix!

Facts have proved that this Gui of the sect is really a rich artist, he took out a wide white animal skin, tore it twice at will, and then unfolded it, it was actually a lifelike mask of a strange beast, and the audience finally came to praise, through a round of comparison, the audience finally had a judgment, and the ball of satisfaction flew to this Gui of the sect like rain.

The second round of the audience's satisfaction ball was much more generous, Zheng Fang finally felt nervous, he knew that he couldn't get enough satisfaction balls in this round, he really could be kicked out of the top three, another sect Gui walked up to the main hall, and after imitating it, he began to sing a spiritual ballad, Zheng Fang listened to the song like noise, and his heart was irritable.

To be honest, he has heard all the songs of the three worlds of people, spirits, and the underworld, and the best one is undoubtedly the human world, but the most unforgettable thing for him is the song that those ghosts sang when they knew that they could not get out when they slaughtered a group of underworld ghosts in Soul Castle. It was a whimper-like chant, with no lyrics, just tunes.

In Zheng Fang's impression, the songs in the human world are the most complete, and due to the problem of pronunciation, the rhythm and style are the most pleasing to the ear and the easiest to listen to. The spiritual world is more like a birdsong and a beast bite, most of them are the expression of personal feelings, there is no discipline to speak of, most of them are things made by these sect Gui vassals Fengya, the spirit people themselves can listen to it, and when it falls in Zheng Fang's ears, it is noise.

What surprised Zheng Fang the most, on the contrary, is the underworld that is generally considered heartless, but its songs have a sad and melancholy artistic conception, which makes people sound gloomy and sad, and the habits of the underworld are very different, Zheng Fang secretly wondered in his heart, could it be that the underworld is the place where the souls of all living beings return, even if they experience the consumption of not returning to prison, some withered sadness is still indelible.

It was Zheng Fang's turn to play again, Zheng Fang's mind was always swirling with the whimpering ballads that those ghosts hummed out of his mouth when he faced death, he couldn't hold it anymore, and finally hummed the tune in his mind in his own ability.

In the spiritual world, singing does not belong to a kind of ability, but a song is an ability, after all, every song is an independent creation of a spirit, and the spirit person regards singing itself as the same as speaking, not to talk about any ability, but to regard every song as an ability, of course, the quality of this ability depends on whether you can impress the audience.

Just like dancing, the spirit world believes that dancing itself is not an ability like a human action, but when you perform a dance that is different and resonates with the audience, it is an ability. So sometimes the competition of hairpins and laurels ends up in a song and dance competition, and the winner is the one who can impress the audience the most.

As soon as Zheng Fang spoke, the entire hall fell silent, and sometimes, emotions can indeed be shared between different races, especially about life and death, and this whimper-like tune that Zheng Fang hummed is undoubtedly the most sorrowful chant about life and death.

This whimpering song, singing is the helplessness of living beings in the face of life and death, there is the attachment of life, there is the fate of death, Zheng Fang chanted, it seems that there are shapeless ghosts in front of him, they float black smoke, stop running, and calmly welcome the inevitable end.