Going around and around, Qi Yun came to the foot of the mountain, looking at the various buildings on the mountain, his eyes flashed with essence.

A few steps forward, he asked a monk who looked a few years older than him, "Senior brother, I took over the task, where is the talisman room?" ”

The man pointed up the hill, "To the east, the largest complex, it says." ”

Qi Yun glanced at it from afar, thanked him, and then lightly walked and jumped a few feet to catch up.

Before, he had already inquired, it was indeed not very difficult to enter the Tibetan Gong Pavilion, he only needed to pay some contribution points, and he didn't even need to spend a spirit stone.

But he didn't have any contribution points now, so he thought of coming here and mixing up the contribution points with his own talisman making skills.

The entrance to the talisman room is full of people and looks very lively. Qi Yun stepped forward to find the steward here and expressed his intentions in the future.

Steward Wang, who had a small round face, waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, don't worry." ”

Qi Yun didn't know why, did he run into a little bureaucrat?

He frowned and patiently observed, and the discussions of the people around him quickly made him understand the reason for the matter.

"Senior Brother Zhang's one-handed fireball talisman is a must. It is said that ten can become five, which is not much worse than a monk who has been obsessed with this way for many years. ”

"Let me see, Senior Brother Liu is even better. Last month, he made an intermediate rune seal, and drawing some low-level rune seals is not a matter of hand-to-hand capture. ”

Roughly two good hands at drawing runes, to be witnessed by everyone, try to draw runes. In the same amount of time, see who draws the most low-level sigils and has a high success rate.

Since you want to compete, you can't help but add some color. The two agreed that whoever loses will pay each other 100 contribution points.

The two monks seemed to have some fame, and there were many people who followed them. There were many idlers among the monks, and most of them came to join in the fun.

One hundred contribution points, according to the task, it takes ten months to get them.

You can enter the Tibetan Gong Pavilion ten times.

Qi Yun pondered for a moment, and said to the round-faced steward beside him, "Can I join the competition between the two of them?"

When the little round-faced steward heard this, he turned his head and looked him up and down, "Are you sure? The two of them are good at drawing talismans of the new generation, and no one at the same level dares to compare with the two of them." ”

"By the way, I don't think you're so eye-catching, you haven't been here before!"

Qi Yun looked at the two young men who were talking in the distance, and retracted his gaze indifferently: "I participated in this year's Immortal Ascension Conference, and I just came. Competing with the two of them, I can make a bet with spirit stones of equal value. ”

"Okay, I'll ask them for you. The round-faced steward pinched a handful of his beard and decided to help him ask.

Anyway, it doesn't matter to him, a matter of a few words. Maybe the two of them will thank him and send a fool to help them make a fortune.

Qi Yun took advantage of the time to look at the transparent room not far away, and made an entire wall out of several large pieces of completely transparent glass.

The sound insulation inside and outside is good, standing outside, you can only see the movements of the people inside, but you can't hear the sound.

Transparent glass, this is a big killer to make money through ancient times, he can't help but feel a little sorry.

After waiting for a while, the round-faced steward ushered him in and introduced him to the two who were about to compete.

Zhang Jianguo, who has a donkey face, and Liu Shengsheng, whose nostrils are facing people.

Zhang Jianguo made a donkey face, "Okay, if you want to join in, we won't object, but your bet is five hundred spirit stones." Winner takes all, whoever wins takes the bet of the other two. ”

"Five hundred spirit stones, Senior Brother Zhang won't be bullying me just and don't understand the market, right?" Qi Yun frowned and said with some unhappiness.

He didn't want people to be like fat sheep.

"That's the price, if you don't want to, you can take the contribution points, or don't participate. Liu Zhengsheng raised his head, and a pair of dark nostrils were almost facing the sky.

Obviously, the two have reached a tacit understanding before, maybe the little round-faced person next to them has also been involved.

Although it is good to earn three hundred spirit stones, there is a chance to slaughter a knife, why give up.

Qi Yun swept the faces of the three of them and sneered: "Okay, I can agree." However, I would like to ask all of you outside to testify and write a copy in black and white. ”

"No problem, I have pen and paper here. The round-faced steward had pen and paper on hand, and set it on the table to begin writing the agreement.

A casual cultivator, fighting with the heavens and the earth, fighting with people, fighting for cultivation resources, fighting all the time.

Where will there be time to devote a moment to developing a sigil?

It's about a little fur.,It's good in casual practice.,I'm often held by people.,I think I'm great.。

There are people outside the world, and I am afraid that this time I will be full of bags to understand this truth.

can earn a hundred yuan in intermediary fees, and the little round face is very attentive, busy helping witnesses and acting as a middleman.

The monks who rushed to join in the fun, when they heard that Qi Yun had joined temporarily, they were all curious, and asked around who this person was?

A monk who looked like a thin monkey suddenly said, "I have seen him, Senior Brother Zeng led them through the formalities that day, and he joined our sect through the Immortal Ascension Conference. ”

"Oh, it's a loose cultivator. The fat man suddenly realized, and there was some disdain in his words. Looking down on casual cultivation is the political correctness of the immortal cultivation world.

"I can't say that, he's our fellow brother now. ”

The thin monkey scratched his cheeks: "But he is too stupid, how dare he compete with Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Liu! ”

"Who knows, maybe he's stupid. The fat man said.

The thin monkey disagreed: "It shouldn't be, how could a fool enter our sect?"

"Maybe he's arrogant? I don't think he's optimistic about him anyway. ”

The fat man made a final conclusion about the coffin, and the thin monkey really couldn't think of a suitable reason.

The other people around him also talked about it, but most of them were like the fat man, thinking that this handsome monk was iron-headed.

"What's the use of being handsome, your brain is not good, and you're blind with this skin!"

Hearing this person's undisguised muttering, many of the monks who were watching the excitement nodded thoughtfully, obviously agreeing with this view.

They are not optimistic about Qi Yun at all, the only uncertainty is that Senior Brother Zhang will win the competition, or Senior Brother Liu will win?

There are many people who bet on this.

In the room, through the huge transparent glass, Qi Yun took in the discussions of the people outside.

Even if he couldn't hear what those people were saying, he could imagine how these people didn't think highly of him.

Five hundred spirit stones were lost, and he threw people away for a while, does he look like a person who does such a stupid thing?