The Maoshan Grand Ceremony is worthy of the annual feast of Maoshan, and early in the morning, the square of Maoshan is crowded with people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Ling followed Shangguan and shuttled through the crowd. Suddenly, an extremely unfriendly gaze was cast, and that person was none other than Hua Feiyu's father.

That person had the strength of a Six Heavenly Master, and his eyes were breathing fire as he looked at Zhang Ling.

Hua Wuxian is his eldest son, although he died at the beginning of the zombies who were awakened by the three-tailed scale snake, but after all, he was also present at the time, so he naturally couldn't escape the involvement.

The loss of a child is the most likely to make a person lose and go crazy.

"Cut, I didn't kill your son, what are you glaring at me?" Zhang Ling shrugged his shoulders and said he was helpless.

As a bell rang, a white-haired old man walked to the stone platform and waved his hand at everyone: "I announce that the Maoshan ceremony is now officially started!" ”

In Zhang Ling's view, these cultivators are no different from those laymen, first of all, they all introduce the development of their enterprises in this year.

The Taoist of Cangshan who gave the speech was the head of Maoshan, so he naturally picked the good ones.

In the first half hour, I talked about the long history of Maoshan and how brilliant it has been under its leadership over the years.

In Zhang Ling's opinion, the Cangshan Daoist is also an old man who loves vanity.

"Alas, it seems that this cultivator is nothing more than that." Zhang Ling shook his head gently.

"Alright, I'm done talking, now I'll leave time to the young people." Daoist Cangshan coughed, and then walked off the stage with a smile.

Taoism is inseparable from spiritual runes, so for cultivators, drawing talismans is the most critical and basic step.

"My name is Liu Han and I'm from Longhu Mountain."

"My name is Ma Hao, and I'm from Touching Kinmen."

"My name is Hua Feiyu, and I come from the Maoshan branch ~ Changsha Huajia."

.......

Young people from all walks of life took the stage one by one, hoping that they would be able to stand out in the competition.

"Is there any other sect that has sent newcomers to the competition?" A middle-aged man on the judges' bench shouted at the crowd at the top of his voice.

Shangguan glanced at Zhang Ling and wanted to say something, but finally chose to remain silent.

"I remember that our Maoshan seems to have friends from the Heavenly Master Sect coming this year, why didn't we send disciples to have a competition, is it because we look down on our Maoshan and other sects here?" On the stage, a thin old man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes pointed at the Shangguan security guard and shouted loudly.

When Shangguan entered Maoshan and showed his Seven Kills Token to the disciples of Maoshan, they naturally revealed the news to the upper echelons of Maoshan, so the old man decided that Shangguan was an important figure in the Heavenly Master Sect.

After Shangguan heard this, he smiled obscenely at Zhang Ling beside him: "Go up and show it, there are a lot of female Taoist priests in this Maoshan Mountain, maybe there will be one or two who take a fancy to you." ”

"Cut, I'm not interested, I have someone in my heart." As he spoke, Zhang Ling grinned at Murong Wan'er next to him.

"Get out!" Murong Wan'er's eyes widened and glared at him fiercely.

"Okay, Zhang Ling, let me tell you the truth, let's go to Maoshan this time, the money on our bodies has been spent, and you have to think of a way to get the money for the car this time." Speaking of this, Shangguan's eyes suddenly rolled, he pointed to the Hua Feiyu people on the stage, and continued: "But if you win the competition of the younger generation of this Maoshan Grand Ceremony, there will be a prize of 100,000 yuan." ”

", a bonus of 100,000 yuan, Maoshan is so rich?" Zhang Ling sighed directly, causing all the people around him to look at him as if they were looking at a monster.

Murong Wan'er lowered her head directly and scolded the stupid apprentice.

"It's only 100,000 yuan, and Maoshan doesn't care at all." After speaking, Shangguan stared at the thief-eyed old man on the stage and smiled lightly.

"Hmph, as long as you can win the game, the prize of 100,000 yuan will naturally be sent to you." The thief-eyed old man snorted coldly, he was the deputy head of Maoshan, and he held the financial power of Maoshan all the year round, and the 100,000 yuan was really nothing in his eyes. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ling secretly sighed 100,000, and couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart. If he gets the 100,000 yuan, he will send 50,000 or 60,000 yuan to his family, and maybe his parents will go back a little sooner.

If he doesn't participate in this competition, not to mention that he has no chance to get the 100,000 yuan, he will have to beg his classmates Alipay to transfer money, otherwise they can only walk back!

After thinking about it, Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and boarded the test platform in full view of everyone.

"Who is this kid, why is he so faceless?" A big fat man on the stage, who was close to 1.9 meters, pointed at Zhang Ling and asked.

"I haven't seen him, and there is no one among the top ten outstanding young people of cultivation in Maoshan." Another young man from Longhu Mountain looked at Zhang Ling and scratched his head.

"Cut, looking at his vain cowardice, he must not be strong."

"You don't know this, that kid seems to be from the Heavenly Master Sect, you must know that although the members of the Heavenly Master Sect are few, the strength is not weaker than the entire Maoshan Sect."

"You can pull it down, if this kid is really good, he will grind until now to squirm and climb up?"

"Makes sense."

.......

The people on the stage talked a lot, and the reason why they said this was because they didn't understand Zhang Ling.

But that flower flying rain was different, the moment Zhang Ling walked up, she bit her lip tightly and scolded damn it.

"Hey, didn't you say you wouldn't participate in the competition, why are you here again?" Hua Feiyu came up to Zhang Ling, first stepped on him hard, and then stared at him with wide eyes.

"I ......" Zhang Ling wanted to say that he didn't have the money to take the car back, so he came up to earn a bonus. But under Hua Feiyu's contemptuous little eyes, he suffocated back again.

"Hmph, I don't care, you don't count, I look down on you. In order to make up for your deception of me, you will win the game and get the prize money in a while, and you will share 5,000 with me. Hua Feiyu said angrily.

Zhang Ling secretly thought that there was a bonus of 100,000 yuan, and if she really won, it would be nothing to share her 5,000 yuan. So he said very happily: "No problem, if you really win the prize, I will give you 5,000!" ”

"You ......." Hua Feiyu gritted her teeth, that Zhang Ling obviously agreed to share her bonus, but she was still unhappy in her heart.

Each contestant has a separate table in the competition venue, on which are painted with brushes, cinnabar and other drawing utensils.

This sigil drawing competition is divided into two games, the first one is to compare speed, as the name suggests, in a certain period of time, to see who draws the most spirit runes.

Zhang Ling chose to draw the talisman, the brush dotted cinnabar, and the tip of the pen moved quickly on the blank talisman paper.

To tell the truth, when Zhang Ling was defending against zombies, he drew talismans and pasted them on the zombies' heads, and his speed can be imagined.

Just halfway through the game, Zhang Ling was embarrassed to find that there was not enough blank rune paper on the table.

(To be continued.) )