Zhang Han shook his head, trying to stop thinking about the wasted aura, so as not to feel heartache.

When he saw Jinmao Chicken staring at the backyard silently, he asked in a low voice, "Is there any movement from the old man?" ”

Jinmao Chicken shook his head and replied, "No, I slept very soundly." ”

There shouldn't be any problem with the ancestor staring, Zhang Han didn't bother to think about the innkeeper anymore, he still had a bunch of work to do, and the time was very short.

He took out the inkstone, wolf's hair, jade rod, rune paper, cinnabar, and a water bag, and the already small room was soon filled with things.

Zhang Han sat at the table and took out a handful of wolf hair, rubbed it flat into the shape of a pen, and swung his spirit sword to cut off the excess part.

Then he pressed the sorted wolf hair into the groove of the jade rod, turned the lock on the groove, and fixed the wolf hair tightly on the jade rod.

A complete talisman was quickly made, and Zhang Han dragged it in his hand and spun it around a few times, very satisfied.

In addition to the toughness of the brush, the quality of the talisman pen also depends on the size and caliber of the jade rod.

The aura flows in the jade rod, and when it is resisted, it will rub and heat, and when used continuously for a certain period of time, the jade rod may burn due to too high heat.

The lower the spiritual resistance, the more expensive the jade rod, Zhang Han finally chose this jade rod that was slightly thicker than the usual one, and only spent 1,005 real coins.

Although this jade rod feels slightly heavy when lifting the pen, but when the spiritual guide area is much larger, you can continue to use it for a longer period of time, unlike the jade rod that is too thin will heat up quickly.

Putting the talisman pen aside, Zhang Han poured a handful of cinnabar on the inkstone, then poured the mountain spring water in the water bag, and began to grind the cinnabar for drawing the spirit rune.

After a while, the cinnabar ink in the inkstone, which was as red as magma, was ground evenly.

Zhang Han held the talisman pen and glued a little cinnabar ink, and tried to draw a few random lines on the talisman paper.

The color and luster of the graffiti on the rune paper looked pretty good, so Zhang Han began to think about what type of spirit rune to draw.

Not long after he built the foundation, the previous master also roughly taught him the basics of drawing spirit runes, and he had little practical experience, so he had to waste a lot of materials to practice this time.

Zhang Han took out a book that read "Encyclopedia of Basic Spirit Rune Patterns" and began to flip through it.

This spirit rune book is widely circulated and inexpensive, and it was given to him by the shopkeeper of the merchant when he bought the materials today.

The basic pattern part of the first few pages was only suitable for Qi Refining Stage cultivators, and he jumped over directly and looked at it from the middle.

Zhang Han looked at the books and asked the brocade feather chicken, "Does the ancestor have any simple and powerful spirit rune patterns?" ”

Jin Mao Ji glanced at him and replied: "No, you can't draw these materials for high-level spirit runes, as for low-level spirit runes, the Flying Immortal Continent has developed relatively steadily for thousands of years, and the basic things should be more advanced than in my time." ”

Zhang Han nodded, thinking about it, it is also the reason.

After a stick of incense, Zhang Han finished reading the "Encyclopedia of Basic Spirit Rune Patterns" and decided to start practicing the Great Fire Ball Spirit Rune first.

The Great Fireball Technique is a more basic Fireball Technique with the addition of auxiliary pens, and Zhang Han has practiced the Fireball Magic Talisman before, so he is more familiar with this pattern and is easier to use.

The cinnabar ink will dry up quickly on the rune paper, and the drawing of the spirit rune must be done in one go, Zhang Han first used the pen as a reference, comparing the lines of the familiar pattern.

When he was almost familiar with the Great Fireball Rune Pattern, Zhang Han held the rune pen in his hand and prepared to start drawing the rune officially.

He took out a blank piece of rune paper, spread it flat on the table, held the rune pen to pass the aura into it, and began to copy the patterns on the book.

After the talisman pen crossed into the aura, it fluoresced slightly, and it was not easy to control, Zhang Han couldn't help but add a little strength, but the pen was crooked, and the first stroke was not drawn, and it was directly declared a failure.

Zhang Han didn't feel frustrated, crumpled the scrapped rune paper, threw it into the basket containing the garbage, and took out another piece of rune paper to continue the second attempt.

After mastering the use of the rune pen a little, Zhang Han successfully drew the first stroke on the yellow-brown rune paper, and then the second and third strokes were successfully drawn on the rune paper.

And by the time of the fourth stroke, because the speed had not kept up, the cinnabar ink in front had dried, and the true qi contained in the rune paper was stagnant, and a burst of black smoke came out of the entire rune paper and burned.

Zhang Han slapped the burning rune paper out.

"Ahem! Cough! The black smoke from the burning rune paper containing aura was particularly choking, and Zhang Han hurriedly blew another breath to blow the black smoke out.

After cleaning up the mess, Zhang Han started his third attempt......

Zhang Han continued to bury his head and hold the talisman pen, tirelessly swaying cinnabar ink on the talisman paper.

In this way, three hours later, the aura in his body had been replenished three times, and the basket containing the garbage was overflowing with a pile of rune paper.

Zhang Han held the talisman pen with a stiff expression, and quickly and steadily dropped the last stroke.

As the talisman pen was lifted, a flash of inspiration flashed on the talisman paper.

He stared at the rune for a while, and found that it was not burning or smoking, and finally reassured.

Holding the first finished product in his hand, Zhang Han crossed into a stream of true qi and activated the spirit rune.

The spirit rune paper burned out in an instant, leaving only the pattern drawn by cinnabar, "Boom! There was a muffled sound, and it turned into a fireball the size of a human head.

Feeling the scorching temperature of the big fireball baking in front of him, Zhang Han's face reflected by the firelight looked very excited.

The brocade chicken turned his head to look at the fireball, and shouted to Zhang Han: "It's on, it's on!" ”。

Zhang Han also said excitedly: "Yes, it's on!" ”

"I said your hair was on fire!"

"Ah——!h Zhang Han realized that he didn't pay attention to getting too close to the fireball, and his hair on the sea was burned.

Zhang Han hurriedly reached out and patted it a few times, and after extinguishing the flames, he cut off part of the charred hair that remained on the sea.

Although it was a little embarrassing, the fireball could even burn the monk's hair, indicating that the temperature was indeed not low.

After a while, the aura of the fireball burned out, and its size gradually shrank until it disappeared.

With the first successful experience, Zhang Han confidently continued to devote himself to the great cause of drawing spirit runes.

Time passed, and the spirit runes were drawn under the talisman's pen, scattered on the table and everywhere on the ground.

Zhang Han buried his head in the tireless waving of the talisman pen, and his face began to turn a little pale.

Although the supply of spiritual energy is abundant, the transitional use of divine consciousness will make the monk feel drowsy.

The formations in the spirit card are all one-time, and they generally exist for only a few days.

Zhang Han had to make as many spirit runes as possible before the formation failed.

After all, drawing one more spirit rune will reduce the loss of dozens of real coins.

With the support of this belief, Zhang Han gritted his teeth and survived five sleepless nights with his spirit.