Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Sorrowful Spirit
After the first day of the team competition, all the people who lingered in the corner of Tianwenzong were excited. Even the birds and beasts that occasionally flew in the air seemed to be affected by the happy atmosphere below, and their wings waved more happily, and they disappeared into the sky after a while.
But there's one place that's quite different.
This is the sword mound in the Thousand Blades Peak of the Inner Gate.
After the results of the game were announced, Xiao Liefeng was picked up by Fan Yongchang and slipped here without saying a word.
"You know how to prepare cotton for yourself to plug your ears, why don't you remember to remind us!" Fan Yongchang's face is comparable to the ash at the bottom of the pot, it can't be darker, it is estimated that he can write with a brush and a swipe, and the writing is still a big killing word!
As long as he thought of the time when he was buzzing and deaf, the two balls of cotton that Xiao Liefeng threw off seemed to smash his face, and the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed at all.
Even Qin Shi, who usually treats people gently and knows how to advance and retreat, can't help but want to press Xiao Liefeng to the ground and rub it!
At first glance, the giant ape talisman was drawn by Su Yu, who likes to take unusual paths! When he wants to use her light charm, remember to tell them to close their eyes!
"Hehe, this, this is an accident!" Xiao Liefeng shrunk his neck, "If I say, I forgot, you, believe it or not!" ”
What answered Xiao Liefeng was a big fist of love that was as fierce as the wind!
"Do you want to be so ruthless!" When the dust fell, Xiao Liefeng covered his swollen face like a pig's head, looked at the three people who were getting farther and farther away under the sunset, and wiped away the tears that pretended to be sad.
After a while, in the silent sword mound, Xiao Liefeng burst into laughter.
What about being beaten! Being able to see Fan Yongchang's black face, that's the biggest gain!
However, when the afterglow of the setting sun was about to leave the Land of the Sword Shrine, Xiao Liefeng couldn't laugh anymore!
There are countless dusty swords standing or lying in the sword mound, which seem to add some vitality under the illumination of the setting sun, and where the light can't find it, there seem to be countless unjust souls hidden in it, and they can't stop wailing!
If the sword shrine during the day is majestic, then the sword shrine at night is terrifying!
There was once a disciple who stayed in the sword mound for one night, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to stay alone for a long time.
Watching the sun set little by little, Xiao Liefeng was startled, and opened his dry lips against his pig-headed face, "Fan Yongchang, Senior Brother Fan!" Boss Fan! Xiaoxian is wrong, can you please raise your noble hand and let Xiaoxian go! ”
"Wrong! Wrong, Xiaoxian really knows it's wrong! "Xiao Liefeng's mouth is very dry, as long as you can let him leave this hellish place, let him say anything!
"Senior Brother Fan, come back soon! Xiaoxian really knows that it's wrong, why are you still angry! ”
"Fan Yongchang! If you have this, you can go forward and see if Xiaoxian is not friends with you! ”
"Boss Fan! You've got something left behind! Don't forget to take it with you! ”
"Fan Yongchang! You're inhumane! Obviously, it was Lao Tzu who turned the tide of the war, what are you doing here! Lao Tzu is a hero! There's nothing wrong with Lao Tzu! ”
"You're unloading the mill and killing the donkey! Ahh The fairy is not a donkey! ”
"Fan Yongchang! Your humiliation of the heroes of the Tianwen Sect, the thunder of the Heavenly Dao! ”
"Qin Shi! Shengping! Your bastard! Inhumanity! ”
……
Sheng Ping, who was innocently lying on the gun, said that he had not performed in the team competition this time and was injured. Once or twice, it hurts either the eyes or the ears!
Although Senior Brother Qin Shi said that he should close his eyes, he was distracted, his speed slowed down a little, and he was flashed, he was embarrassed to say!
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After the team competition, Fu Xiaoyun asked about the source of Qin Shi and Xiao Liefeng's talismans.
Almost as soon as he learned the news here, the entire Tianwen Sect knew that Su Yu had a powerful talisman in his hand!
"I haven't heard that the talismans sold by Fairy Su are much better than those made by ordinary talismans!"
"What's a good way to do that?" A disciple who didn't know why asked softly.
"Xiaoxian secretly told you, don't tell anyone else!" The disciple who bit his ear didn't wait for the other person to agree, and said excitedly, "The talisman in Fairy Su's hand only needs a little spiritual power to stimulate the powerful ability in the talisman!" ”
"It's unlikely!"
"Hey, don't believe it, this is confirmed by the Ethereal Sect Fu Immortal You! He is a talisman master himself, if it is not good, can he let him chase people and ask? After finishing speaking, he also gave a proud slap in the face.
"Don't believe it, Xiaoxian also heard that when the disciples of the Xinghe Sect entered the Tianwen Sect, they bought all the talismans that Su Xiaoxian sold at the foot of the mountain!" Another disciple added.
"Ahh The surrounding disciples exclaimed.
"There is a personal competition later, Su Xiaoxian sold the talisman to the other party, is she helping other sects deal with our own sect?"
"Probably not!"
"She just went out of her eyes, knowing that doing so would harm the interests of the sect, and she wanted to sell it to others!" Some unconvinced disciples sneered.
"You can't say that, Xiaoxian has heard that the talismans that Su Xiaoxian sold to other sects are all basic talismans, and they don't have much impact on the competition." There are disciples who explain.
"Then do the disciples of our sect participate in this kind of talisman?" Some disciples asked worriedly, fearing that the benefits that originally belonged to their own sect would be added to other sects.
"Yes, I heard Senior Brother Qin say that Little Fairy Su gave him a complete set for free!"
"Wow!"
"Is this talisman made by Fairy Su?"
"It must have been drawn by the Dustless Immortal Monarch!"
"I haven't heard of the Dustless Immortal Monarch before, and he's also a talisman master!".
"You stupid! If the Dustless Immortal Monarch was not a talisman master, then where would Su Xiaoxian learn the method of talisman drawing? ”
"That seems to make sense!"
……
Unspeakable secrets can often become tacit secrets.
Not long after Yueniang just showed her face, all corners of Tianwen Sect started with whispering and ended with exclamation.
When Xiao Liefeng broke free from the sword mound and floated towards his bedroom like a ghost, he suddenly heard their conversation and almost fainted.
Qin Shi's talisman was actually given by Su Xiaoxian!
Still a whole set!
He thought that his set of elementary, intermediate, and high-level talismans had been bought by him for a lot of spirit stones, and most importantly, he also cooperated with Su Xiaoxian to be an experimental sample of talismans!
He was so angry that he wanted to run away!
Do you go to Qin Shi or go to Su Yu to ask for an explanation!
Later, when he heard the disciples in the sect guessing who drew the talisman, his manic heart inexplicably felt a little comfortable.
Hearing it again, everyone denied that it could not have been drawn by Su Xiaoxian, and a secret pleasure rose in his heart.
It seems that Little Fairy Su still believes in him and is willing to ask him to try out her newly made talisman!
By the time he dragged his tired body back to the bedroom, he had comforted himself.
Su Xiaoxian's unknown secret, he has to help her keep it!
When Su Yu just wanted to try the power of the giant ape talisman, he happened to be seen by Xiao Liefeng, and he didn't want to lie to him, so he didn't say anything, and asked him to help try it.
After all, she still had a good impression of this disciple who was willing to help her at the beginning and lent her the spiritual bamboo in Zizhu Peak.
I didn't expect that I would be able to make myself less troubled.