As long as she is not last, Qin Fanfan doesn’t care about whether she is first or second.
No matter how bad it gets, it will just continue to count down.
Changmingzong has always implemented a laissez-faire model.
Compared to the strict and regular daily routines of the other four sects, theirs is much more relaxed, which has fostered a group of unruly disciples.
On the other side, the two talisman practitioners Mingxuan and Ye Qiao were sitting together in the room, discussing together what to draw for the next game.
"I have a spirit summoning talisman, an earth trapping talisman, an invisibility talisman, and some auxiliary ones." Ming Xuan blinked his eyes slightly, "What about you?"
Although Mingxuan knew that Ye Qiao could draw talismans and was very good at it, he had never seen what kind of talisman she had.
Ye Qiao fell silent for a moment after hearing this, then spread out the talisman and showed it to him.
"This is a crawling charm. If you can stick it on them, you might be lucky enough to see a group of disciples crawling on the spot. We can then get a few more recording stones to record it. I suggest you watch it every day."
"And this one, I gave it a name, called the Dance of Demons."
"Perhaps you'll see a group of protégés fighting in a dance."
Mingxuan: "..."
Perhaps because Second Senior Brother's expression was too silent, Ye Qiao also realized that she was not doing her job properly. She said, "I am holding the Fu cultivators back."
Mingxuan had seen people who let themselves go, but he had never seen anyone who was more clumsy than Ye Qiao. Since he could easily draw the four square talismans among the four major talismans, why did he bother to think about these abnormal things?
Who wants to watch that group of disciples dance together?
but……
Ming Xuan was itching to do so: "If I can really stick it on, can I enjoy seeing Ye Qinghan and Senior Brother holding hands and dancing hula together?"
Ye Qiao imagined the scene and took a breath.
After hearing this, she actually became a little excited.
Mingxuan is a serious person. Drawing talismans with him can at least give you a sense of the atmosphere of the King of Scrolls.
He also set a goal for Ye Qiao: "Three days and three nights, after we finish the painting, we will go to sleep."
"Think about the one million we bet in the casino." Ming Xuan did not forget to paint a big picture for this junior sister who was good at playing badly: "As long as we can get first place, we will get more than one million."
"How about it? Do you want to work hard with me?"
Ye Qiao's lifeless eyes gradually focused, and his originally sleepy eyes widened a little, "Okay!"
As a professional talisman master, Mingxuan had five new top-grade wolf-hair brushes in his hand. After learning that Ye Qiao could also draw talismans, he generously pushed them in front of her.
"Use whichever one you think is more useful."
Ye Qiao cheered up, tried them one by one, and finally picked one that suited him.
The difference between a top-grade spiritual weapon and a mid-grade spiritual weapon became apparent at this time. It took her a long time to draw a few pictures before, but with a top-grade spiritual weapon, she didn't have to worry about that. She could just pick it up and draw, and the process was very smooth.
She actually had many ancient talismans memorized in her mind at this moment, but they were all limited by her realm. With Ye Qiao's current level of cultivation, she could only draw some simple ones.
Ye Qiao was very steady when he was painting. Except for the last moment when he was careful, the rest of the time he painted the talisman with just one stroke.
Ming Xuan was halfway through drawing when he noticed the movements of his junior sister. The corners of his mouth twitched, "To be honest, if the old men in our family or Yun Hen saw your speed of drawing talismans, they would all be worshipped."
The faster the talisman cultivation speed is, the higher the talent and the stronger the spiritual awareness.
Ye Qiao’s speed was so fast that it seemed like his consciousness didn’t even need to stop, and he killed one person per minute.
Ming Xuan was just marveling at the speed of her junior sister, when the next second she saw a trace of blood dripping from the tip of the girl's nose. She was stunned for a moment, then bent down to wipe it off skillfully, then lay on the table to relax for a while.
The spiritual consciousness has been overdrawn again.
"I can't draw too much, or I'll feel dizzy." Ye Qiao sighed. If she didn't feel dizzy, she would have made a fortune by selling talismans.
Seeing this, Mingxuan poked her curiously, "You feel dizzy after painting like this, don't you have kidney deficiency?"
Ye Qiao: "...You are the weak one."
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