Yun Que carefully drew the wolf-hair brush along the talisman paper. It was much smoother than before. She was slightly happy and quickly put down the brush. At the moment of success, a tiny smile finally appeared at the corner of her lips.
“Hey.”
There were a few strange things in the air, and someone murmured, "Is this a blessing from heaven?"
This year's competition is really crazy, right? Everyone sends their blessings?
Ye Qiao was also startled. He looked up at the sky and saw a flash of golden light on the edge of the talisman in Yun Que's hand. At the moment when the blessing from heaven was almost taking shape, the talisman suddenly ignited and turned into ashes bit by bit.
The blessing that hadn't even had time to take shape was dissipated.
The Yueqing Sect elder's expectant smile froze slightly.
The burning of the talisman was a failure. The scene was silent for a few seconds. Ye Qiao looked up and glanced at it as if nothing had happened. He felt that there might be something wrong with this Heavenly Dao.
"This is the first time I've seen the top ten talisman practitioners fail in drawing talismans."
Anyone who can make it into the top ten is either a direct descendant or a personal disciple. How could they fail?
Hearing the monks' discussions, the elder of Yueqing Sect could no longer hold back his temper and raised his voice slightly: "Failure is normal. Everyone has failed. Victory and defeat are common in the military." He tried to find a skilled talisman cultivator to help his disciple regain face.
The other Fu Xiuquan went on stage to compete, and he didn't dare to disturb them. So he looked at Ye Qiao who was not involved in the competition and asked, "Ye Qiao, you have failed before, right?"
Ye Qiao was honest and nodded: "I have failed before."
"Look." He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately found evidence: "This is normal, isn't it?"
Ye Qiao added slowly: "The brushes I used at that time were all forked."
The crowd outside was laughing like crazy.
"You know how to finish off the enemy, Ye Qiaoqiao."
The elder of Yueqing Sect twitched his face and explained with a stiff face: "Then you must have been painting for a long time."
Ye Qiao held up his chin and smiled slightly: "If the east is dark, the west will be bright. I am the same as Song Hansheng."
"???"
What is Song Hansheng like?
The elder of Yueqing Sect subconsciously glanced at his eldest disciple, Song Hansheng, who was drawing talismans very quickly. The speed was so fast that others were amazed.
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I want to write a male protagonist, but I haven’t decided yet~~ Why do so many people not like the male protagonist? QAQ
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