"This rule is to set a 'defeat book' in advance!"

"Lost book?"

"Yes. The so-called defeat is that each party extracts the luck of their own altars, makes a defeat letter with their minds, and then throws it into the other party's altar. ”

"If it is a normal battle for the spirit kiln, the winner takes all, and the loser has nothing. However, if the defeat is cast in advance, the spirit kiln will not rob all the luck, but will leave 40% or 50% of the remnants and return them to the loser, so that he will not gain nothing. ”

Chen Fusheng listened to Lan Gongzi's narration and pondered carefully.

This method really avoids being too cruel and benefits the losers.

But the ordinary people in the mortal world still eat the weak and the strong, and they take it by all means. The cultivation world is even more than that, who wants to let go?

Chen Fusheng voiced his doubts.

Lan Gongzi nodded and said:

"That's true. Everyone is a talent with a background backer, and who wants to be sure in advance that they will lose if they spend a lot of effort to build a temple?"

"Besides, if you make a losing book, the benefits for the winner will be reduced. For practitioners, one step is poor, and one step is lagging behind. Who wants to take it?"

"What's more, the ten major factions are fighting openly and secretly, and they have formed many eternal grudges, who is willing to set up a defeat with their mortal enemies? Wouldn't they increase the morale of others and destroy their own prestige?"

"So since there was the rule of 'losing books', since ancient times, not many people have been willing to accept it. On the contrary, it is still a cutthroat competition, and the winner takes all!"

When Lan Gongzi said this, the words changed:

"However, unwillingness is unwillingness. There are many people who don't accept the rules, but it's not none. There are also cultivators in the world who have good relationships, or who don't like to fight by nature, but are still willing to make a bad book. ”

"Every once in a while in this world, there are not many nameless towns that have the foundation to create temples. Therefore, whenever it appears, it will inevitably cause many cultivators to come and participate in the competition. ”

"There are many people, there are grudges and struggles, but naturally there are alliances and associations. ”

"Today's world is not as good as the ancients, and there are more monks and less porridge. The strong nature is the one who is strong to the end, ignoring all sentient beings. But the weak, but they have to huddle together to keep warm, in order to survive. ”

After listening to Lan Gongzi's story, Chen Fusheng thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but say:

"What Lan Gongzi means is that he wants me to create a temple by myself, and then make an agreement with Chaochun Tower, and the two sides will make a letter of defeat?"

Lan Gongzi smiled:

"If you have a benevolent relationship with Chaochun Tower, it is not considered hostile. Decide to lose, whether you are conscientious and watching, or fighting for your own family, your position is reasonable. ”

"With a book of defeat, there is also a covenant. Presumably, after thinking about it, the ginger mud girl would not refuse. Your own family wins, and Chaochun Tower has not suffered much loss. Chaochun Lou wins, you yourself don't lose much, and both sides benefit. ”

Chen Fusheng thought about it and felt that this method was indeed feasible.

But suddenly I thought about it again, and I couldn't help but look up and say:

"What if other temples become winners?"

Lan Gongzi said indifferently:

"Now that you have built a temple and stepped into the battle for the spiritual kiln in Baoqi Town, you can only compete to be the winner! Chaochun Tower is because of kindness and righteousness, and everything else will be punished!"

Although this male ghost senior was possessed by Zhu Yan, as soon as these words came out, his whole body suddenly burst into a majestic murderous aura.

In an instant, it was like a thousand swords coming out!

It was the first time for Chen Fusheng to see his wanton sharp momentum, and he couldn't help but shake his heart, his eyebrows and eyes jumped, and he had a feeling of facing an extremely murderous god.

At the moment when Chen Fusheng's breathing was stagnant.

Lan Gongzi blinked, instantly retracted all his momentum, and turned into a weak posture like a fox girl, and there was nothing surprising about it.

Chen Fusheng smacked his tongue secretly, then settled down, and said respectfully:

"The disciples are willing to create temples. Then he followed the instructions of his mentor and made a letter of defeat with Chaochun Lou and formed an alliance. ”

Lan Gongzi smiled slightly:

"There is another benefit to losing the book, but at this time, it will inevitably delay your enterprising spirit, so it is better not to say it. ”

Chen Fusheng muttered secretly in his heart, but he was still silent, and said politely:

"Everything is under the guidance of Young Master Lan!"

"You kid is clever, and it's not in vain that I take a fancy to you and accept you as a registered disciple. ”

Lan Gongzi waved his hand freely, "I am willing to help you create a temple, first, you are a kid who is in line with my heart, and I will give you a master-apprentice fate."

Second, when you are successfully promoted to the master of the spirit kiln, I have something to ask you. But it's too early now, and it's not too late to say it in the future!"

Chen Fusheng didn't say much, and thanked him respectfully.

Lan Gongzi raised his wrist, stretched out four fingers, and said indifferently:

"You go and hunt down a male demon who has cultivated in the second realm, and take his heart. Then search for a female demon who has cultivated in the second realm, and take her double pupils. ”

"Hunt down a male ghost and a female ghost and imprison them together. ”

"Four essential things, after you take them, go to the top of this ruined temple, raise your sword and wait. I have a sense, so I will immediately come to you, and then teach you how to create a temple. ”

Chen Fusheng silently remembered and immediately responded:

"The disciple has written it down, and it will be completed!"

"Okay, there are a lot of cultivators with deep backgrounds in Baoqi Town, and the competition is fierce. Remember to get ahead of the curve. ”

After Lan Gongzi finished speaking, he stood up.

Zhu Yan's face changed, and his body was slightly distorted, as if a rippling "mist" was about to break out.

Chen Fusheng saw that Lan Gongzi was about to leave, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Teacher, I have something to ask for!"

Lan Gongzi staggered and detached, and asked in a ghostly voice:

"What?"

Chen Fusheng held his sword in both hands, stepped forward, and whispered:

"Thanks to Lan Gongzi's previous skill, I left a flame mark on this sword, allowing me to avoid a catastrophe...... Now that this flame is extinguished, can Lan Gongzi recover......"

Previously, a sword frightened Tuoba Devouring Tiger, the flame on the iron sword was extinguished, and the traces faded, and it seemed that it could no longer be used.

When Lan Gongzi heard Chen Fusheng's plea, he frowned and said:

"What flame? When will I leave the flame?"

Chen Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and stepped forward with his sword, "Young Master Lan, please look!"

Lan Gongzi took the iron sword, glanced at it, and muttered with some confusion:

"Well, there is indeed a mark...... Did I really do it? Why can't I remember......

As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers and rubbed his fingers against the blade of his sword.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the faint and invisible imprint of the flame drew a clear line again. And it seems to be a little thicker than before, and it seems to be deep and unfathomable.

Chen Fusheng was overjoyed and thanked him.

Lan Gongzi shook his head a little blankly, wanting to say something, but he didn't speak. Instead, he flicked his sleeves, and a "mist" appeared on Zhu Yan's body again.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Yan fell down as if he was asleep.

The mist moved away from the temple and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Fusheng saluted respectfully and watched the named master leave.

The temple was silent again.

"The real fire on the sword has reappeared, then I have more means of self-preservation. ”

Chen Fusheng whispered in his heart, staring at the blade carefully.

The three first-generation talismans in his hands were amazingly powerful, but after all, they consumed too much mana, and they also needed the support of dragon medicine.

If used, a primordial talisman would be able to drain him.

It can only be a critical moment of life and death, and the first generation of talismans can be used as a killer weapon.

However, the iron sword is ready to use, and with this True Fire Mark, its power is stronger than that of the original talisman.

Although a sword is out, it is not easy to bear itself, but it is better to be fast and accurate.

"I dug the opportunity first and then go back to Baoqi Town, I can't delay it any longer!"

Chen Fusheng's gaze fell on the bottom of the towering incense burner.

Immediately leaned over, squatted down again, condensed his eyes, and probed inch by inch.

About tea time.

In Chen Fusheng's sight, a faint flickering light had already appeared. More than anything I had seen before, it was almost gone.

Sure enough, the opportunity should not be neglected, it is fleeting!

Chen Fusheng did not hesitate, hurriedly surged mana, and swung his sword to dig down.

The soil inside the temple is quite hard, a few points stronger than the rock. If it weren't for the "Infernal Dragon Sparrow" but a divine soldier, Chen Fusheng would really be difficult to start this time.

After such vigorous excavation, a pit several feet deep has been dug.

Moment!

A bronze color, like a copper lock with a key in it, emerges in the sludge.