Xiao Yuanchen said, "Miss Zhao, I will listen to whatever you say. However, these masters are all experts. If they say no, you must give them an explanation."
Zhao Letong glanced at him and said, "It's hard for the Seventh Prince to find these masters. That's good, I have more helpers.
Come with me and I will assign tasks."
Several monks and Taoist priests were so angry that they laughed: "Little girl, we are old enough to be your grandfather. Do you think you can assign us?"
"Cultivation isn't about age. Didn't a thousand-year-old tortoise fail to ascend? If you're not convinced, feel free to challenge me. If I lose, I'll leave this formation to you.
But if I win, you all will kneel down and call me your ancestors. Do you dare to gamble?"
They were furious: "He may not be a big man, but he's so arrogant. What are you afraid of?"
"Okay, let's make a bet on drawing a talisman first. Let's just draw the simplest amulet for good luck. Come on, let's do it together."
Everyone dispersed. This mission was like child's play. Before it even started, the fight had already begun.
But they were also very happy to watch the fun.
Xiao Yuanchen sneered repeatedly, thinking that it was time for this little girl to suffer.
Xiao Shanjian's eyes were cold. Uncle Qi was so hostile to Le Tong, how could he have the nerve to bully a child?
But he was afraid that he would be disappointed, because Letong would teach him how to behave.
He only regretted that he was too young to handle him, causing Le Tong to suffer. He would study harder, make himself stronger, and help Le Tong vent his anger.
The competition here has already begun. The monks and Taoists brought their food and spread it on the table and started to draw talismans. Each one of them was smooth and flowing, with an air of immortality and full of momentum.
Zhao Letong stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for them to draw first.
Soon, everyone finished drawing. Zhao Letong hadn't started yet, so he asked unhappily, "Kid, why haven't you drawn yet?"
Zhao Letong: "I've already painted it, you just can't see it."
"How is that possible? Who are you kidding?"
"Have you never heard of the Void Painting Talisman?"
hiss……
They gasped, "That's just a legendary realm. Can you really do it?"
Zhao Letong waved his hand, and a red talisman appeared in the void. "You can look at it as you like. Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't."
The monks and Taoists didn't care about their own talismans. They gathered around the talisman to feel it and were horrified. "This is drawn with spiritual energy. It's a waste of natural resources. You used so much spiritual energy to draw a peace talisman. What a waste!"
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