Jiang Yun was stunned by this scene; he hadn't expected so much to happen during this time. Zhang Fan, who considered himself a direct descendant of the sect, completely ignored his own people. In Jiang Yun's opinion, this was simply a sign of someone who had become idiotic through cultivation. The talisman competition wasn't just about the quality of the talisman drawing.
At the same time, he also felt that Cao Zishi was ridiculous. He thought he could get close to the Ziyang Sect through Zhang Fan, but he didn't expect that this would be a disaster. But Jiang Yun didn't understand why an elder from the Qingyun Sect wanted to curry favor with the Ziyang Sect.
Finally, after all the referees took their seats, the final competition of the Fu Association began with the voice of the presiding monk.
Zhang Fan was the first to jump onto the platform, and immediately the monks below burst into cheers. These were the monks who had been watching the other side and supporting Zhang Fan for the past few days.
"Hmph, childish!" Lin Chengsi glanced at the monks below who were cheering enthusiastically and shouting Zhang Fan's name. He snorted coldly. The Talisman Competition wasn't a vote for these low-level monks, so what was the point of shouting louder?
Meanwhile, Xu Xing also arrived on the stage. Compared to Zhang Fan's high profile, Xu Xing was extremely low-key. After he took the stage, no one cheered for him, and no cultivators shouted his name. Only the presiding cultivator, after solemnly introducing Zhang Fan, began to introduce Xu Xing's name and origins.
"Shhhhhh!" Zhang Fan smiled as he listened to the boos from the crowd below, unable to hide the joy on his face. Meanwhile, Xu Xing remained calm, as if the boos from the crowd weren't directed at him.
"Haha, it's a sure thing! This time, I'll have to bet on Zhang Fan to earn some spirit stones."
A cultivator holding a small receipt in the lower room said happily. These were the cultivators who had bet on Zhang Fan's victory. Seeing this scene of popular support, they immediately felt safe.
"Unfortunately, there are too many cultivators betting on Zhang Fan. Even if he wins, he won't win much. It's better to bet on this person called Xu...Xu...Xing. It will be an upset!"
"Hmph, then why don't you bet on him? Although Xu Xing has a high odds, compared to the often invincible Zhang Fan, betting on him is like throwing away spirit stones!"
"That's right! That's right!"
Hearing the surrounding monks echoing in agreement, the monk who had said this was also very happy and continued to cheer for Zhang Fan.
"Okay, the competition begins, draw the winner first!"
Under the command of the presiding monk, a beautiful female monk came up carrying an ordinary black box.
Zhang Fan and Xu Xing came to the center of the stage under the gaze of everyone.
"Brother Xu, come first?"
Zhang Fan said this with a smile. Xu Xing didn't say anything, but just stretched out his arm, motioning the other party to go first.
Zhang Fan chuckled and didn't refuse. He strode forward to the beautiful female cultivator, reached into the black box, and took out a black bullet.
Seeing this, Xu Xing also walked over to the black box and took out the remaining black pellets. He then handed them all to the presiding monk. The presiding monk first took the pellets handed to him by Zhang Fan, took out a brush, and wrote the word "Zhang" on it. Then he wrote the word "Xu" on the pellets handed to him by Xu Xing.
"Release!" At the call of the presiding monk, a beautiful female monk came up, holding a white plate. She placed two black bullets on the plate and stood to the side of the platform.
"Okay, we'll start drawing the talisman. Please show us your talisman brushes and talisman paper for inspection by the seniors."
The host was a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building, the cultivator who usually presided over the auction. The judges were mostly masters of the talisman path, so he respectfully addressed them as "seniors."
Then, the group of seniors did not stand up, but released their spiritual consciousness one by one and began to carefully examine the two talisman pens, talisman ink, and talisman paper. Moreover, their spiritual consciousness kept intersecting, and it seemed that they were communicating non-stop.
"Okay! I've checked everything, and everything is correct. Now, let's summon the divine stone!"
In ordinary Doufu, the brush, ink, paper and inkstone are not checked. Because these cannot be faked, the more powerful one you can find is your ability. Moreover, the copies used to draw the talismans are all copies drawn by the master himself.
But in this crucial duel, not only did he inspect the writing brushes, inkstones, and paper in public to demonstrate fairness, but he also brought out the divine stone personally imitated by Yuanying from Ziyang City.
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Zhang Hongyi slowly ascended the platform. His late-stage Jindan cultivation was on full display, drawing the cultivators below to gaze at him with anticipation. The previously noisy venue suddenly fell silent.
"Rise!" Zhang Hongyi glanced at the monks below, then shouted, and a huge gray stone with a frame appeared on the platform. On the gray stone, there were extremely clear deep purple lines.
"well!"
All the cultivators who were watching had their eyes fixed on the magic stone, hoping to gain some insights from it. Because after each Zi Yang Talisman Meeting ended, it would be spread in the world of immortal cultivators that someone had gained some powerful skills or techniques by gaining insights from the magic stone, and finally joined the Zi Yang Sect.
And they will never know that these are news specially released by Zi Yang Sect in order to exaggerate the influence of Zi Yang Sect among the many independent cultivators.
Looking at the monks below who were staring at the sacred stone in complete silence, the host remained silent and waited quietly by the side until an incense stick of time had passed. Only then did he begin to announce loudly.
"The competition begins!"
After hearing this, Xu Xing and Zhang Fan both picked up the spiritual ink and began to grind it slowly with the inkstone.
Almost at the same time, the two of them ground the ink, picked up the talisman brushes, and began to draw on the talisman paper stroke by stroke.
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