Other monsters: “…” Although they didn’t understand, they became unusually angry and manic.
While the two were having this meaningless conversation, Ye Qiao was practicing sword techniques. Although there was a gap in realm between him and those Jindan stage monsters, with the assistance of Song Hansheng who was setting up the formation beside them, they were able to temporarily control the situation with their cooperation.
Finally, Ye Qiao chose a red bird, then casually threw Duosun into the field, pointing at the Jindan-stage monster, "It's so big, isn't it specially for us to ride? Song Hansheng, this is it, quickly get rid of the other monsters, so we can ride it out."
The corners of Song Hansheng's mouth twitched. You are worthy of it.
"You go." He took a deep breath, "I'll draw some defensive talismans. The formation can't hold out for this long."
There were only a few talismans left, and since he didn't have to flee, Song Hansheng simply drew in the energy on the spot, connected his spiritual consciousness to the wolf-hair brush and began to draw talismans.
The talismans were very useful at the bottom of the cliff. The two of them used quite a lot of them, but now they are indeed not enough.
Seeing this, Ye Qiao nodded and did not disturb him, choosing to take action to deal with the monsters that were lured over.
Anyway, she has a lot of mustard seed bags, so if she can't win, she can still fight with elixirs, talismans, and magic weapons.
Ye Qiao experienced the joy of being a resource dog for the first time.
Song Hansheng drew the talisman quickly. After several hours, his face turned much paler.
Seeing his miserable appearance, Ye Qiao knew that this was the result of overdrawing his spiritual consciousness. He used the bamboo shoots to disperse the monster that was approaching and asked kindly, "Can you continue like this?"
Usually when she draws talismans, she will overdraw her spiritual consciousness, then wake up to continue, then faint after finishing, and repeat this process over and over again.
Song Hansheng: "Yes." After saying that, blood started flowing from under his nose again.
He wiped the blood with an expressionless face.
The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the face cannot be lost.
He is the most outstanding talisman practitioner of the Yueqing Sect.
"Forget it." Ye Qiao looked at him, who looked like he was losing too much blood and fainted in the next second. He was silent for a moment, "Let me draw it."
The bamboo shoot in her hand activated the Qingfeng Jue, and another Qingfeng move was launched, and the surrounding area was instantly cleared. "You just set up the formation to block these monsters, and I will draw the talisman."
Fighting monsters was easy, but drawing talismans was difficult. A talisman practitioner needed a quiet environment and full concentration to be successful. Song Hansheng's level was impeccable, and he did not fail at all in such an environment.
Ye Qiao sighed, there is a reason why the chief is the chief.
"Can you draw talismans?" Song Hansheng glanced at her. No one had ever seen Ye Qiao's level of talisman drawing. Her level remained a mystery until now.
This kind of talisman that can save lives at critical moments will break if you are not careful, and the success rate is extremely low. When Song Hansheng first came into contact with this kind of talisman, it took him a long time to figure it out.
The advantage of having two talisman practitioners is that if one's spiritual awareness is overdrawn, the other can take over.
Ye Qiao: "Yes." After she said that, she couldn't help but doubt her life for a moment.
Do I look like the kind of talisman practitioner who is so idle that he can only set up formations but not draw talismans?
Song Hansheng's sea of consciousness could no longer hold on, so he threw his wolf-hair brush to her and urged her, "Please hurry up."
Everyone has different talents in drawing talismans. If you draw too fast, the talisman may be ruined if you are not careful. Therefore, talisman practitioners with less talent need to draw it stroke by stroke.
He didn't expect Ye Qiao to be very fast with his talent, but at least he wouldn't be as fast as Yun Que.
Yun Que's speed of taking a break after painting each stroke almost made Song Hansheng so angry that he suffered a cerebral thrombosis.
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