"Whether you do it or not, you will know in a while. Ye Feng said, threw down the object in his hand, and casually found a relatively neat area and sat down.

After thinking about it for a moment, Ye Feng slapped the mustard seed bag, and a piece of rune paper flew out of it, levitating in front of him without moving.

Then, Night Blade raised his hand, forming a sword finger, and spiritual power appeared from his fingertips, spreading like silk threads towards the rune paper.

Just as he was watching, the evil scholar suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, "Fellow Daoists, slow down!"

Stopping what he was doing, Ye Feng turned his head, looked at the evil scholar with some confusion, and said, "What advice do you have from the evil path?"

"I can't point to it. The evil scholar waved his hand and asked with some doubts: "Why don't Daoists take out their spiritual pens?

"Spirit Brush, what is that?" Ye Feng was puzzled when he heard this. Ever since he practiced the way of talismans in the Sword Shrine, he had never heard of any spirit pen. All along, he has directly turned his spiritual power into spiritual silk to draw and make talismans on rune paper. Although the success rate is not high, it is barely acceptable.

"Daoyou doesn't even know the spirit pen, how can you dare to say that you have confidence in the way of the talisman?" said the evil scholar, and there was already unhappiness on his face: "Even to the extent that I have only heard of the way of the talisman, I know that there must be a spiritual pen to draw the talisman, but the Taoist friend doesn't know, which makes Zai a little suspicious." ”

Looking at the evil scholar's skeptical expression, Ye Feng frowned slightly. He had never mentioned in front of others that he knew the way of the talisman, and naturally he would not know some of the ways of the talisman. I proposed it for the first time today, but I didn't expect it to be suspected by others. This time, Ye Feng didn't know how to explain it.

"It's okay, let him try it first, if it really doesn't work, it won't hurt us much." ”

At this time, the Demon Scholar suddenly spoke, which could be regarded as a relief for Ye Feng.

"Hmph, I don't expect much from him because he doesn't even know the pen. The evil scholar snorted coldly, but he didn't directly dismiss the demon scholar's words, and reluctantly agreed to let Ye Feng give it a try.

"I have a spirit pen made of bamboo rat fur here, if you don't dislike it, use it first. The Demon Scholar didn't argue with the Evil Scholar, but took out a one-inch-long bamboo pen from the mustard seed bag and handed it to Ye Feng.

When he handed the spirit pen to Ye Feng again, the Demon Scholar suddenly had his lips humming, and said to Ye Feng's voice: "Alas, why should Ye Dao friends be like this. Although you helped me out of the siege in this way, you offended my brother. He was the one who didn't like to talk nonsense, so it would be very difficult for him to sign the blood spell. ”

Obviously, even the Demon Scholar didn't believe what Ye Feng said, and only made up such a thing when he was trying to relieve himself from the siege.

"Then if Ye Feng succeeds in refining the said talisman, can he get the evil friend to write his name in the blood spell book?" Ye Feng glanced at the spirit pen and asked.

"It's natural, but ......" The Demon Scholar was stunned, a little puzzled that He Yefeng still wanted to humiliate himself like this.

"Then that's enough. Demon Daoist friends just watch. With that, Yefeng unilaterally ended the transmission.

Trying to inject some spiritual power into the spirit pen, Ye Feng found that after entering the spirit pen, his spiritual power spontaneously turned into spirit silk and was absorbed by the tip of the spirit pen.

"The spiritual silk transformed by this spiritual pen is much more delicate than the one I transformed myself. This can indeed increase the success rate of drawing runes. It's no wonder that the evil scholar found out that I didn't know that the spirit pen would show such a look. ”

Ye Feng thought to himself, but his face did not show any of it. I saw that he slightly used his spiritual power towards the spirit pen, and as soon as his wrist moved, the tip of the pen fell towards the rune paper.

In fact, Ye Feng didn't know that the monks who practiced the way of talismans on the Heavenly Frost Continent would get a spirit pen from the beginning, a good spirit pen, which could be said to be the best helper for them. This is not only manifested in the fact that the spirit pen can significantly improve the success rate of talisman drawing, but also in the fact that the spirit pen can refine the user's spiritual power, so that the user can feel the changes in the spiritual power more clearly, so as to go further on the avenue. It can be said that a spiritual pen that belongs to oneself is the identity representative of the monks who practice the Dao of Fu on the Heavenly Frost Continent.

After seeing that Ye Feng didn't have his own spirit pen and didn't even know what the spirit pen was, the evil scholar naturally regarded Ye Feng as the kind of guy who could only talk big but had no ability.

"Warning and trapping the enemy?" Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ye Feng was too lazy to take care of the suspicious gaze cast by the evil and demon scholars. He closed his eyes slightly, thinking in his heart.

In a short time, Ye Feng opened his eyes, and he already had an idea in his heart.

The arm moves with the heart, the hand moves with the arm, and the pen moves with the hand.

I saw Ye Feng's wrist tremble, and with a sharp pull, a vein appeared on the rune paper. The veins are extremely deep, almost penetrating the back of the paper, and it looks like a little more force will pierce the whole rune paper. However, Ye Feng's wrist was extremely stable, and his mood did not fluctuate at all.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the small rune paper was full of lines, deep and shallow, thick and thin, and it looked dizzy and unsteady on its feet. However, at this point, Night Feng still did not stop. He stared at the rune paper in front of him, the speed of the spirit pen in his hand had slowed down, and he began to add one or two strokes to the rune paper from time to time.

The two scholars of evil and demon glanced at each other, and they both saw surprise and disbelief in each other's eyes. The hand that Ye Feng revealed completely overturned their perception of Ye Feng just now. Now, even if Ye Feng suddenly stopped and told them that he didn't really know the way of the talisman, it was just nonsense. They won't believe it either.

Pale blue flames suddenly appeared from the tip of the pen, lit by Nightfeng along the lines he had drawn. Soon, all the veins on the entire rune paper turned pale blue, and a faint pressure emanated. If you look closely, those pale blue veins seem to be changing, as if they are about to change into another kind of veins!

At this time, Ye Feng put down the spirit pen, and with a finger, a sword qi was released from his fingertips and hit the rune paper.

"This!"

"Fellow Daoist, you ......"

Two exclamations sounded, and the two scholars of evil and demon involuntarily stepped forward, their eyes full of incomprehension. No matter how much they guessed, they couldn't figure out why Ye Feng wanted to hit that sword qi on the rune paper when the talisman was about to be completed.

"There is no need to panic. ”

Just when the two of them were making all kinds of speculations in their hearts, Ye Feng's voice suddenly sounded, and there was a calmness that everything was under control.

His eyes were slightly closed, and the surging spiritual power spread out from the center of Ye Feng's eyebrows, enveloping the rune paper and sword qi like a ball of flame. In this spiritual power, the veins on the rune paper actually fused with that sword qi!

It lasted for half an hour before Ye Feng put away his spiritual power, raised his hand and took the talisman that had been fused with the sword qi in the air and took it in his hand.

Standing up and handing the talisman over, Ye Feng spoke, "Two, now you can see if the talisman drawn below meets the expectations of the two of you." If it is as expected, unless the other party's out-of-body pre-monk is extremely accomplished in concealment, he will be discovered by this talisman and warned. As for the time to trap the enemy, with the help of the magic pen of the Demon Dao Friend, he successfully extended his time to two sticks of incense. ”

Looking at Ye Feng like a monster, the Demon Scholar raised his hand to take the talisman and checked it with the Evil Scholar.

After a long time, the evil scholar sighed and said, "Daoist friends are behaving today, and the evil is convinced. Before, it was the evil who had no eyes. Here, the evil is not to accompany the Taoist friends, and I hope that the Taoist friends don't care. Daoist friends came to intend that the evil had already known about the fact that he had written his name on the blood spell book, and the evil had agreed. ”