In the past two days, when Ding Rong was not around, Tu Nian went to Yuqing again. However, he didn't know whether the other party noticed him or they just happened to miss each other, but Tu Nian didn't run into Ding Rong again, nor did he even run into the hooded man.
It is a pity that there are no more clues, but if they can really survive the competition safely, it is also within Tu Nian's acceptable range.
On the day of the talisman competition, the three of them met in Chu Qiurong's room. Tu Nian sipped his freshly baked hot porridge and said, "Xiao Song and I are going to compete today. Brother, you better be careful and don't let others plot against you."
"You two have been so exaggerated these past two days, who could not tell that there is something fishy going on? Even if you really wanted to plot something, you wouldn't dare to do it. You would probably run away halfway."
Chu Qiurong was peeling a tea egg in her hand, and threw it in front of her after she finished speaking.
"That's even better," Tu Nian picked up the tea egg and took a bite, puffing out his cheeks and saying, "No one is causing trouble. Getting a good grade is much more important than catching a traitor."
"That's true."
Seeing her enjoying the meal, Chu Qiurong couldn't help but peel one for herself as well. "Come to think of it, Master said you were injured during the formation competition. Can you still make it in the talisman competition today?"
"I'm asking you, is it okay?" Seeing Song Chengming hunched over in his seat like a mute, Tu Nian reached out and poked him.
Song Chengming raised his head, looking aggrieved. "Let me be quiet. I'm so nervous now thinking about provoking the referee later."
"Provoking the referee!" Chu Qiurong was so shocked that she almost fell off her seat. "Don't scare me, you two."
"What a fuss."
Tu Nian quickly cleaned up the remaining porridge, then pulled up the trembling Song Chengming and said to Chu Qiurong, "Just wait and watch our performance."
It was another sunny day at the competition arena, and the seats were packed. The audience was keen to cheer for the sect and the contestants, and the sound waves were louder and louder.
Due to the high threshold for practicing talismans, the number of talisman practitioners produced by various sects over the years is not large, and the number of people who participate in talisman competitions is also the least. Therefore, talisman competitions have never used lotteries to divide people into groups. Everyone rushes on stage, and the competition ends after a while.
Some with sharp eyes had already spotted Tu Nian, who had previously displayed his prowess in the formation competition, and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that the formation cultivator who took first place in the formation competition? How did he appear here?"
"No way, could it be that she is practicing both formation and talisman?"
"It's hard to say. In order to make up the number of participants, many athletes have signed up for other events. She might be here to make up the numbers."
"Yes, talismans are different from formations. They rely heavily on spiritual energy. She looks so young, so her cultivation level can't be that high..."
In these discussions, a large part is filled with incoherent gossip and speculation. Most people just listen for fun, but there are a very few who don't.
After the formation competition, the man in the black robe with gold patterns and his lame companion in a straw hat appeared again in the stands of the wandering cultivators.
"It's her."
Recognizing Tu Nian in the crowd at a glance, Mo Qingshan swung his black robe back, his eyes cold, "Dual cultivation of formations and talismans, what else do you have to say?"
"You're such a donkey! Which eye of yours saw her use the talisman?"
Yuchi Chen sat in the stands with his good leg resting on his lame one, twisting a pair of inferior yin-yang beads in his hands. He said contentedly, "Besides, didn't you hear people say that these were just piles of snow to make up the numbers?"
Mo Qingshan lowered his eyes slightly, "I'd rather kill a thousand people by mistake..."
"Hey, hey."
Yuchi Chen raised his hand and waved it towards him. The two Yin-Yang beads clashed and made a clicking sound. "We finally get to meet each other outside. Don't make things difficult for me. Let's finish watching the competition first, and then talk about useless things."
“…”
Mo Qingshan fell silent and glanced to his side. From his angle, he could only see the other man's tattered and soft straw hat, and the tattered clothes beneath it that looked out of place in a martial arts competition.
He closed his eyes again, and the competition had already begun.
Just like the formation competition, the first item of the talisman competition is drawing talismans, which also consists of twenty questions from easy to difficult and lasts for two quarters of an hour.
Talismans, as the most complicated of the seven methods of cultivation, have fewer contestants than other events, but the level they demonstrate is outstanding.
Tu Nian paddled while observing. Among the less than fifty people on the field, nearly half of them had cultivation levels higher than hers.
Especially the one with the fastest movements. Because the talisman was so small, the audience outside the venue might not have been able to truly appreciate its terrifying power. However, Tu Nian, who was present at the scene, judged from the aura released when the talisman was drawn that this person's cultivation level must be above the Nascent Soul stage.
Everyone in the venue who realized this was shocked.
There is no other word to describe a Nascent Soul who is less than 25 years old except genius. With the existence of such a person, not to mention there will be no suspense in the talisman competition, even in the sect melee, he will definitely stand out from the crowd.
Who is this person?
"I just said a few days ago that Yan Chen's personal disciple was extraordinary, but I didn't expect that your Mingdao Tower was even more hidden. Yuanying, tsk tsk."
Taishu Linglong narrowed his eyes meaningfully and looked at Gong Huaisheng, turning the teacup in his hand, "It seems that the Gong family is determined to win the championship of this competition."
With a faint curl of his lips, Gong Huaisheng said, "Compared to Yuqing Fifteen's Golden Core and Jixue's gifted Talisman Array Dual Cultivation, my mere Nascent Soul is nothing."
"Master Gong is being a bit too modest. Actually, there's no need for us to hide things."
He glanced at the people on the terrace with interest. In the corner of the terrace, Nan Ziyan, who was leaning on Pei Xuancheng's shoulder, said slowly: "Mingdao Tower, Yuqing, Jixue, Tianyin, and Yinyue Hall."
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