"Now that the phantom array is over, it's time for the next shadow skill, please get ready," he said, looking around.

All the sects began to prepare, and the disciples all walked towards the ring.

"Let's start drawing lots, the old rules" Min Jizong appeared in the name of "Decepticon", burly and tall, cultivating strength, the so-called strength broke ten thousand images, and it was a thin young man who fought against him.

"This time it's won, you see how strong the Decepticon's body is, and the one on the other side is as thin as a monkey" Many disciples of Min Jizong thought that it was a win.

Scattered but different views, a strong body does not mean that it is powerful, but it is not very agile, and the thin body is more flexible, so the outcome is difficult to judge.

The Decepticons came to power and threw a punch into the air, with a sound. Demonstrate to the opponent, while the opposite side smiled and did not say anything.

The Decepticons thought they were laughing, "Don't think I'm one of those wastes in the Phantom Array, it's useless," he said angrily.

After saying that, he began to attack, and the power was very great, and every time he threw a punch, there would be a sound, and the thin disciple kept dodging.

"Fight me head-on, cowardly, come on," the Decepticon cried out, even the sound of power was powerful.

"I didn't expect that Min Jizong would have such a disciple, if he cultivated a good practice, he would definitely make a difference in the way of strength," someone said regretfully.

And the thin little disciple was not provoked, but continued to dodge, and the Decepticons launched their shadow skills.

"Strength Tyrant" Decepticon shouted, his strength increased several times with the naked eye, and an impact was released, and the thin little disciple still dodged, but this time it was bleeding.

The thin little disciple of the "Rain Shelter Step" also launched the shadow technique, and the speed was faster, and the Decepticon had already dodged it with a punch.

If the Decepticons can't beat people, the fire will be even greater, and they will be tired of themselves, but the skinny little disciple is not much tired.

Everyone in the audience could see that the thin man wanted to exhaust the Decepticon's physical strength, and the Decepticon was still fighting like a fool. The air crackled, like a sneer at him, and he collapsed from exhaustion.

"Waste," Elder Zhang said. The other disciples were dumbfounded, they all lost such a good advantage, and their strength slapped their faces.

Trolley squirmed and pouted, the Decepticons are simple-minded and have developed limbs, to be honest, the Decepticons are tired, no one thought of it.

"Unexpectedly, this Decepticon is a fierce general, and he lost like this, and the next competition is hopeless," Li Zhenkui whispered.

"Come, you guys help him down, and you still lose like this" The other shadow skills disciples helped him down, although the Decepticon fell, but he didn't faint, his consciousness was still there, and the expression on his face was unwilling, aggrieved.

The results of the later competitions were not as Li Zhenkui said, they were all defeated, and they were eliminated in the first round.

This statement was not miserable by other sects, and Elder Zhang also had hope that he would not be there this time, and only hoped to leave quickly.

In the next beast summoning, Elder Zhang didn't watch it, and he was upset when he saw it. After another five days, the shadow skills were over, and Elder Zhang was tormented here, and he was told every day that he was unreasonable.

"The talisman competition will start tomorrow, and we will prepare the materials, and there are only six competitions"

After speaking, some people began to laugh and laugh at Min Jizong again, "It must be Min Jizong, hahaha, there was no last year" Elder Zhang was also helpless.

"This mountaintop is worthy of being the top of the mountain, not to mention the height, there is not even a shop, it is really boring to stay here every day," Li Zhenkui said to Drag.

"You can be content, you can watch so many genius disciples compete, how many people want to see it and can't see it, you are still impatient" said with a deflated glance at him.

The disciples of Min Jizong here have no conscience, they don't know what to say, they don't worry about winning or losing, what kind of face.

Elder Zhang is now a crying face, and the disciples behind him who have finished the competition dare not come out, for fear of suddenly scolding.

Now Min Jizong has only Lu San and Li Zhenkui not competed, Elder Zhang is already dead, even if he knows that Li Zhenkui is a genius, he still has no hope, and other sects are not short of geniuses at all.

And Dragan has never even heard of the name, let alone hope. Elder Zhang thought that he would retreat and cultivate when he returned to the sect this time, or he would wander around to cultivate worldly feelings, anyway, he didn't want to go back and see the faces of the sect again, thinking that this was also a wry smile, and he couldn't imagine that the incomparably brilliant Min Jizong would also fall to this point, which was really embarrassing.

By the next day, Min Jizong could only wait and see, and some of them still couldn't understand it.

"Talisman disciples, please come to the stage"

The big ring changed, and the small ring above it was gone, but instead it became a huge flat surface, with a table on it, and a stack of papers, and a pen, and a saucer of liquid.

This is the material for making talismans, the spirit pen, the book made of the spirit with the aura, the demon, the paper, and the liquid with the aura, all of which are of the same level on the platform, but there are disciples who sigh at the atmosphere of the master on the top of the mountain, and at first glance these are not low-level materials.

Everyone was at a table. "This time, there is no need to draw lots, you each use the materials on the table to make talismans, whoever has the highest grade will win the first place in practical effect, so don't take it lightly," Elder He said.

Each person is in place, luck feels the material, picks up the pen in luck, takes the paper, dips it in the spiritual liquid, and starts to make talismans.

Talisman making also needs to be quiet, not to be disturbed by the outside world, and the people in the audience are also interesting, no one speaks, and it is quiet.

"Poof"

Someone in the ring vomited blood and was eliminated directly, this is a lack of cultivation, I want to practice high-level spells, but I am counterattacked, and I want to win too much.

At this time, someone sighed unwillingly, and the disciple was taken off the stage, wiped off the bloodstains, and returned to his own sect. There was no blame, no comfort, it was quiet.

"Ahh

Dragsan deliberately accidentally sneezed, everyone looked at him, and there was actually a person on the stage whose spell was smoking, and another one was eliminated.

Everyone in the Yunsheng Sect looked at it and looked at it deadly, it was their disciples who were eliminated, and the others gloated, wishing that there were a few more disciples of others on the stage.

The elders in the ring didn't blame either, the talisman was supposed to be calm, who could blame it.

Yu San pouted, just look at it, I can't get used to you, tsk, if Yun Shengzong knew what Yu San was thinking now, he would definitely shoot him to death.

At this time, Li Zhenkui didn't dare to speak, he didn't want to be involved, but he looked at the eyes of the drag, there was admiration, he was the closest to the drag, and he had already seen that the mover was deliberate.

Yunsheng Sect has one less disciple and has become very disadvantaged.

The disciples on Min Jizong's side and Elder Zhang also looked at the dragging with blaming eyes, regardless of whether the dragging was intentional or not, if the Yunsheng Sect blamed, they would definitely not be able to get out of it.