Chu Nan felt very good and was immersed in refining talismans. Everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Originally, he only wanted to refine a dozen or so and give them to Sun Xiang first, and then mortgage the rest to him.
In this way, wouldn't it be possible to maintain long-term contact with Sun Xiang, this wealthy man?
But he entered a state of ecstasy, immersed in mystery, completing one picture after another, and he was no longer carving to complete a task, but carving while comprehending, at a very slow speed, and sometimes he would stop to reflect.
Sun Xiang was waiting in the box. The food had already gone cold but Chu Nan still hadn't arrived. He couldn't help but frown. What does this mean? How dare you play tricks on me, Sun Xiang, the direct disciple of the Dan Sect?
Although I am a Dan cultivator, I am not someone you can easily mess with.
Sun Xiang went straight to the box where Chu Nan was. He knocked on the door first, but there was no response from inside. Sun Xiang pushed the door open and saw Chu Nan sleeping on the table.
On his desk, there was a thick stack of talismans.
Sun Xiang walked over and saw that it was an explosive talisman. His eyes lit up. He pointed his finger at the talisman, sensed it slightly, and couldn't help but smile.
This talisman is exactly the explosive talisman of the Seven Treasures Sect, which is not weaker than the one used by the sect’s direct disciples.
Hey, a wolf-hair brush, could it be that he drew these talismans?
Sun Xiang picked up the wolf-hair brush that had fallen on the table. The moment he touched it, he felt a sense of heaviness from the Heavenly Dao. Looking at the letter "g", his heart trembled inexplicably, as if his body had suddenly gained several times the weight.
Sun Xiang was horrified, and as soon as he loosened his grip, the feeling disappeared.
It seems that these talismans were all drawn by the person in front of me, and this wolf-hair brush is the one given by Heaven to write calligraphy.
In other words, the person in front of him was the genius of Fu Feng from Qingxuan Sect, who was no less talented than the genius taught directly by Fu Sect.
"Wake up, wake up," Sun Xiang pushed Chu Nan. Chu Nan was not asleep, but his mental energy was exhausted.
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