"It's not good to let Zhai Lao Shang go so early. ”

As soon as Zhai Rong spoke, the old Sui Wei of the Baozimai clan behind him suddenly stepped forward.

"Sang Wuyun is obviously using these disciples to consume our divine souls, let Zhai Lao Shang so early, even if he wins this game, if he plays against some more complex talismans in the next game, he will be powerless. ”

He said persuasively.

"Elder Sui is right, Elder Zhai should wait and see first, let's go first. ”

The old Chu Cheng of the Soul Pulse Clan on the side also agreed.

However, Zhai Rong did not answer the two immediately, but looked at Sang Xiaoman.

Seeing this, Sang Xiaoman frowned, and after being silent for a moment, he looked at Sui Wei and Chu Cheng and said:

"We understand the kindness of the two of you, but let's let Zhai Lao go to this game, it's safer. ”

Although she didn't explain the specific reason, the meaning was actually obvious, that is, she didn't trust these two people.

"Well, I'm overthinking. ”

Sui Wei shook his hand and went directly off the platform.

Chu Cheng smiled bitterly and shook his head and followed, but when he went down the steps, he suddenly stopped, and after hesitating, he turned back to Sang Xiaoman and said:

"Xiaoman, do you remember that wine thief in the back mountain?"

Sang Xiaoman was stunned when she heard this, and then her pupils dilated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, this look of surprise only lasted for a moment, and then turned into a bright smile.

Xie Chu reminded, but this game is still fast. ”

She smiled brightly.

Because of this sentence, Sang Xiaoman's originally somewhat gloomy face was completely cleared up at this moment.

"Miss, what's the matter? What wine thief?"

Zhai Rong on the side asked a little confused.

"Nothing, remembered a funny thing. ”

At this time, Sang Xiaoman's whole person seemed to be glowing, and he looked particularly vibrant.

"It's Zhai Lao, they will definitely continue to use the talisman that delays time and consumes the soul in this game, you do what you can when the time comes, don't hurt the soul." ”

She reminded Zhai Rongdao.

"Don't worry, Miss, I know it. ”

Zhairong nodded.

"Have you decided on a second round?"

The nameless old man of the ancestral hall stepped forward and asked.

"It's set. ”

Sang Xiaoman nodded and said:

"In the second round, Lao Zhai Rong of my Tianzi Pulse Clan will fight. ”

The nameless old man nodded when he heard this, and then walked to Sang Wuyun's side.

The candidates on Sang Wuyun's side are also very straightforward, the third disciple Egg Zhenghao was on the last round, and this round was directly the turn of the second disciple Feng Lianggong.

Compared with the bookishness of the third disciple Egg Zhenghao, the appearance of the second disciple Feng Lianggong is more like a Zhuang household, with a burly and strong body, a coarse cloth and a short beat, which is not like the appearance of a talisman at all.

It's just that compared to the appearance of this Feng Lianggong, the rune pen he was carrying on his back was even more amazing, it was a pen made of dark iron, with a thin calf, and a huge rune pen five feet long.

"This round Zhao Xuanjun withdrew, the old Zhai of the Tianzi Yimai clan made up for it, and Feng Lianggong of Sang Wuyun faced it. ”

Seeing that both of them walked onto the perched platform, the nameless old man of the ancestral hall shouted with an expressionless face.

Then he repeated the rules of the competition word for word, just like the previous round.

This time, the two sides did not take the initiative to propose who would draw the talisman and who would dismantle it, but decided by throwing copper coins.

It's just that I don't know if Feng Lianggong is too lucky, or Zhai Lao's luck is too bad, this time it's already Sang Wuyun's side drawing.

"Elder Zhai, I have conceded. ”

This Feng Lianggong was also quite polite, and he hugged his fists and arched his hand to Zhai Rong.

"Please. ”

Zhai Rong also smiled.

Although there was constant friction between the two veins during this time, Feng Lianggong was still responsible and had not done anything particularly out of the ordinary.

Feng Lianggong was no longer polite, directly laid out the rune paper, stood in front of the table, lifted the huge rune pen with a heavy weight, and then dipped the tip of the pen in some vermilion rune ink, and then put down the pen without hesitation.

Although everyone couldn't read the notes on the rune paper clearly, they found that the moment Feng Lianggong put down the pen, the aura of heaven and earth around the meditation lake suddenly surged.

The majestic Mocang Mountain behind the Wuyun Tower was even more swaying, making a rustling sound.

"Sang Wuyun's two disciples are much stronger than the three disciples just now. ”

Xie Xuanchen was a little surprised.

"When you put down the pen, you don't move, and you go directly to the second silence realm, if you talk about the soul alone, I'm afraid that only my brother here can confront him. ”

Wen Huazi glanced at Zhang Wuji beside him.

"If it's true that it's only about the strength of the divine soul, but if you think about how to use the divine soul, I'm afraid I'm not as good as him. ”

Zhang Wuji replied very frankly, since he saw the remnants of the autumn water, he had become more and more modest about his originally conceited divine soul power.

"Brother Wuji is so humble, this is not like you, I'm afraid your Divine Soul Realm has touched the threshold of the Three Silences, right? . ”

Xie Xuanchen teased.

Zhang Wuji ignored him and returned his gaze to the end of the Qiyue platform.

Not long after the surging aura of heaven and earth just now rushed towards the Meditation Lake, with the Qiyue Platform as the center, a bone-chilling chill suddenly spread around the Meditation Lake.

The sky above the lake is condensing ice flowers little by little at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.

There is no doubt that the source of the sudden drop in temperature is the unfinished talisman on the table.

You don't need to look at it, Feng Lianggong's talisman must be another "celestial talisman".

"Fu Wei can change the celestial climate, this talisman must be at least six grades, the Sang family is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. ”

"Even if it is a six-grade talisman, according to the complexity of the talisman, as well as the strength of the talisman's divine soul, the power of the final talisman is very different, this is the real horror of the Sang family. ”

"I heard that the Xianmeng began to pay attention to the Sang family very early, but they didn't dare to do it, they didn't understand it before, but now they really have nothing to say, don't mess with anyone in these ten states. ”

Behind Wen Huazi, many guests who were invited by Sang Wuyun from the Ten States began to sigh.

"The Immortal League has never done anything to the Sang family, could it be that they are really afraid of these talismans of the Sang family?"

Zhang Wuji thought it was funny, so he smiled and asked Wen Huazi beside him.

"Sort of one of them. ”

Wen Huazi didn't shy away from it, but he didn't seem to want to talk about this topic much.

Both of them fell silent for a moment, and their eyes looked back at the perched platform.

Compared with Egg Zhenghao's extremely struggling expression at that time, Feng Lianggong's expression when he drew the talisman was much more relaxed, and the rune pen was like a wooden stick in a bucket, frantically stirring the heaven and earth aura, making the originally very irritable heaven and earth aura become docile little by little, and finally obediently integrated into the rune ink on the tip of his pen and sealed it in the talisman.

The opposite of his expression at this time was the climate around this lake of meditation

The entire surface of the Meditation Lake has been frozen into ice, and even the surroundings of the Qiyue Platform are covered with frost, even the Wuyun Tower, which is far away, is full of ice cubes on the eaves at this time.

The monks only felt that they had entered the cold winter moon early.

Just drawing the talisman to make such a movement, everyone couldn't help but look forward to Feng Lianggong's six-grade talisman.

After about half an hour, Feng Lianggong finally finished writing.

A talisman emitting six blue spirit patterns slowly rose from the table in front of him, and finally levitated above the perched platform.

"Six-Rank Frost Sky Cold Flame Talisman. ”

Feng Lianggong once again rushed to Zhai Rong and hugged his fists:

"Please give me advice. ”

The old Chu Cheng of the Lu Zimai clan and the old Sui Wei of the Hugging Zimai clan