Ye Qiao drew in the energy on the spot, "I know." Of course she knew she had to be quick, but the environment was too chaotic and it was easy to fail in drawing the talisman.
Song Hansheng's wolf-hair brush is more useful than hers. As soon as Ye Qiao held it, she felt the difference between it and a top-grade spiritual weapon. She blinked her eyes and said, "This brush of yours is not a top-grade spiritual weapon, right?"
Song Han said with his fingertips, making a talisman without even turning his head: "Top quality."
The price of a top-grade spiritual weapon is so expensive that Ye Qiao couldn't even imagine it.
As she picked up the pen, she couldn't help but sigh, "How disrespectful, rich kid."
No wonder Song Hansheng looks down on people every day.
As she spoke, Ye Qiao used her spiritual sense to pick up the wolf-hair brush, calmed down and stared at the talisman paper. Defensive talismans were the most difficult to draw. She had never drawn them before. In the sect, it was always the second senior brother who was responsible for drawing the defensive talismans and then distributing them to the others.
This was the first time Ye Qiao drew a defensive talisman. She repeatedly recalled the common characteristics of Mingxuan and Song Hansheng when they drew defensive talismans. There were some similarities in the defenses, but the overall drawing methods were not the same, and the two styles were also different.
Ye Qiao was a bit bolder and wanted to try the effect of combining the two together.
Because it was the first time I tried to modify the talismans, three of them were wasted in just three minutes.
Song Hansheng changed from being indifferent at the beginning to a complete death stare, "What are you doing Ye Qiao?"
Three pieces were wasted in three minutes. He hoped that Ye Qiao could draw the talismans faster. Now he is drawing them quite fast, but can you see which talisman maker fails every time he draws one piece?
Ye Qiao: "Don't worry about my success rate, just tell me how fast it is or not."
Song Hansheng sneered.
If Ye Qiao is a bad player, Song Hansheng is definitely a good student. Before, Yun Que's level of drawing talismans and arranging formations was not good, and he was criticized by him every day. Now Ye Qiao is even worse than Yun Que. The reason he didn't criticize him is not because of his good quality, but because there are too many monsters now and he can't make room.
Ye Qiao knew that Song Hansheng was on the verge of exploding. She ignored him, rehearsed it over and over in her mind for a while, and tried again with the pen. This time it went very smoothly and she succeeded in connecting the dots with one stroke.
Song Hansheng looked back and saw that he had successfully retracted the death gaze. He sneered, "I thought you had become a waste like Yun Que."
In his eyes, Ye Qiao was one of the few people he considered to have decent talent.
Ye Qiao took the opportunity to touch his valuable wolf-hair brush a little more and sneered back: "If you can't speak, just shut up."
She drew a picture, and Song Hansheng picked it up and studied it for a while. At first, he thought it was a talisman of Changming Sect, but at the first glance, Song Hansheng strangely saw the shadow of Yueqing Sect in it.
But the overall painting style is similar to that of Chang Mingzong, and the combination of the two appears unexpectedly harmonious.
Song Hansheng frowned tightly, "You failed three times, are you going to do this kind of thing?"
No one in the cultivation world has ever tried to see if the combination of the two could succeed. After all, in the lineage of talismans, the founders of each sect have left behind different mental methods and techniques. Mixing the two together like this is a complete disrespect to the founders.
"What else?" Ye Qiao picked up the talisman he had drawn and tried it. The defensive effect was indeed much better than a single one. Chang Ming Zong focused on speed, and it could offset the attack first when it was cast, but its defensive ability was a little poor.
The defense of Yueqing Sect is better than theirs. Combining the two will form a new talisman.
"Has no one tried it before?" Ye Qiao encouraged him, "It's quite useful, you can try it too."
Song Hansheng glanced at her and said, "In the past, no one would disrespect the ancestors, and no one would be like you, learning the talismans of one sect and then learning another sect. And you even openly combined the two."
If other people saw this, they would simply say you are a heretic.
Ye Qiao felt embarrassed. It seemed a bit immoral to secretly learn the talismans of another sect and then say such things in front of their chief disciple.
After she succeeded for the first time, everything went much more smoothly afterwards, and she could draw the talisman in one stroke throughout the whole process.
The speed was so fast that Song Hansheng gradually became numb from watching it at the beginning.
He could also draw a symbol with one stroke, but in this environment, it was easy to lose focus.
Moreover, Ye Qiao combined the talismans of two sects. She was able to succeed in this rebellious and unconventional approach.
"Ye Qiao." Song Hansheng choked his chest, laughed angrily, and asked, "What is the level of your spiritual roots?"
Ye Qiao guessed that he would ask, and thinking of the outside world's contempt and evaluation of her spiritual roots, she asked back: "Middle-grade spiritual roots, do you believe it?"
"Pretend." Song Hansheng looked at her coldly, "Keep pretending."
Who in the family has the spiritual root to be able to draw talismans with one stroke?
At least high quality or top quality.
"Why ask if you don't believe me?" Ye Qiao rolled her eyes. She had a wide range of knowledge, so it wasn't that hard for her to paint.
When she couldn't hold on any longer, she asked Song Hansheng to come over. The two of them took turns painting in tacit understanding. When her sea of consciousness couldn't hold on any longer, she took the elixir from the Bishui Sect to replenish her mind. After they finished painting a dozen talisman papers, the monsters surrounding outside were gradually almost eliminated.
"Let's go, let's go." Ye Qiao had been painting non-stop, and her wrists were a little sore. She jumped up and said, "Let's go out."
Song Hansheng stood up immediately afterwards. He didn't want to stay in this damn place for even a second. It was cold and dirty.
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Vines can be seen everywhere in the secret realm.
The demon boy held a knife in his hand and shattered the defensive and offensive formations with two simple cuts. As the several formations he had set up shattered one after another, Su Zhuo's face turned pale, "Here they come."
Chu Xingzhi casually broke off a branch and threw it to the sword practitioners present: "Use it for now." There are no other weapons now.
The alchemy cultivators and weapon cultivators ran away first, while the remaining disciples who had some resistance ability stayed behind to buy time.
Mingxuan's formation was the last one, and he wanted to defend it a little longer. However, the consequence of doing so by force was that he vomited blood due to the backlash.
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