"Next, Xu Xing from the Worship Hall will begin activating the talisman!"
Following the presiding monk's announcement, Xu Xing slowly walked to his talisman and picked it up gently.
Then, without a moment's pause, the talisman suddenly turned into a thin purple thread and suddenly wrapped around the remaining iron puppet.
Jiang Yun narrowed his eyes when he saw this. Just now, he could understand Zhang Fan's talisman to some extent, but now he couldn't understand Xu Xing's Zi Yang Talisman at all.
"Boom!" Before Jiang Yun could react, there was a loud roar. The entire iron puppet was suddenly blown into the air by the sudden explosion of the Purple Sun Talisman.
"Wow!" The audience erupted in a roar. Most of them were veterans of Ziyang City. They had seen fighting talismans dozens, if not hundreds, of times. But this was the first time they'd seen an experimental iron golem explode into the air. Was this a Ziyang Talisman or an Explosion Talisman?
Amidst the crowd's puzzled and expectant gazes, the puppet in mid-air suddenly emitted streaks of purple light, as if it had transformed into a purple sun talisman.
Instantly, the thick black demonic energy that had been entwined with the puppet dissipated. Furthermore, purple lines remained on its gray body. These lines seemed to have been painted on the puppet from the beginning.
After the puppet fell heavily to the ground, it didn't even dissipate or decrease in the slightest.
It was already noon. The audience looked up at the sky, expecting to wait for several sticks of incense before the judge spoke.
"These patterns have been tattooed on the puppet. Unless it encounters a large amount of demonic energy, they will not dissipate. Moreover, this puppet also has the function of protecting itself from demonic energy."
After hearing this, the other referees nodded in agreement.
At this time, Zhang Fan's face had become extremely ugly. By comparing the talismans of the two, the difference was obvious. It was obvious that Xu Xing was better.
At this moment, the judges had already picked up their pens and were about to write down the name of the final winner when they were suddenly stopped by a voice.
"Slow down!" Zhang Fan suddenly stepped out and stood in the center of the stage.
"Does Fellow Daoist Zhang Fan have anything to say?"
Seeing this, the presiding monk asked in a deep voice.
After hearing this, Zhang Fan turned to look at the judges who were about to write their decisions. With a slightly cold and firm voice, he said to the judges:
"What I want to say is that this competition is about understanding and drawing the patterns of the Purple Sun Divine Stone. It is a pure Purple Sun Talisman competition, not a talisman competition with some messy things added in."
The judges listened to Zhang Fan's words with a calm expression. Without a pause, they wrote down a name. Zhang Hong, sitting at the front, felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He also resented the Master Mingyi, whom he had been asked to look after. This Master Mingyi was Zhang Fan's uncle.
The judges wrote their names on a piece of white paper, folded it in half, and then a female cultivator nearby gently took it and placed it on a square plate made of transparent crystal, handing it to the presiding cultivator.
"Now, let's start the final winner!"
After the host announced loudly, he casually took out a folded piece of white paper and gently opened it under the expectation of the audience.
"Xu Xing from the Worship Hall!" The presiding monk held up the white paper high and shouted loudly.
Zhang Fan's face suddenly turned as cold as the bottom of a pot, frighteningly cold.
"Xu Xing from the Worship Hall!"
"Xu Xing from the Worship Hall!"
"Xu Xing from the Worship Hall!"
The host picked up four pieces of white paper in a row, and all of them were written with Xu Xing's name. Then he picked up the fifth one, looked at the name, and immediately glanced at Zhang Fan, who was as cold as ice beside him, and announced in a low voice:
"Xu Xing!"
This was the first time he had seen this in his long career as a presiding monk, having presided over countless battles. Normally, the difference in the battles was so great that the winner was announced on the spot. There was no refereeing at all. But this time, four consecutive cards were all Xu Xing's, yet there were seven judges in total, indicating that there was no need to continue watching.
However, according to the requirements, all the monks selected by the referees must be read out once. Although the presiding monk on the stage was at the foundation-building stage, he could already feel that to his right, Zhang Fan was emitting an extremely uncomfortable low pressure.
"Xu Xing!"
When the presiding monk shouted again, Zhang Fan immediately shouted loudly.
“That’s enough!”
"This..." The presiding monk had no choice but to look at the Jindan monk from Zi Yang Sect who was sitting at the edge.
"Alright, Xu Xing from the Worship Hall has won. That's it!"
Zhang Hongyi stood up and glared coldly at Zhang Fan. He left the scene in an instant. He couldn't afford to lose this man. It wasn't that Zhang Fan had lost, but that he looked like he couldn't afford to lose. Seeing Zhang Hongyi leave, Zhang Huayi snorted coldly and followed suit.
"Hmph!" Zhang Fan, seeing his backer gone, could only snort at the judges. The seven judges looked at Zhang Fan calmly, as if he were a clown, which only infuriated Zhang Fan further. He secretly made up his mind.
"One day, I will make you all pay the price!"
The judges and other monks all thought Zhang Fan was spoiled, and in their hearts, they pronounced his death sentence. With a personality like this, he would never be remembered again.
Because Zhang Fan lost both his parents when he was young, he lived with his uncle in the Ziyang Sect. Due to his awkward position, he grew up under the ridicule of his fellow sect members. His uncle, childless, doted on his only son, the one he left behind by his older brother. He not only personally taught him the art of talisman drawing but also frequently advocated for Zhang Fan within the sect.
This resulted in Zhang Fan having both an inferiority complex and an arrogant personality since childhood.
Looking at Xu Xing's beaming face, Zhang Fan became angrier and angrier. He didn't dare to vent his anger on the referees, so he could only stare at Xu Xing fiercely.
He took a step forward and shouted sternly:
"Xu Xing, do you dare to fight me to the death?"
The presiding monk had long disliked Zhang Fan. Initially, he hadn't said much, seeing his patron, Master Hongyi, present. But now that he had left, the referee on the stage, as well as Master Haoyi and Master Zhengping, seated below, all looked at Zhang Fan with displeasure. Suddenly, he found his opportunity.
"Zhang Fan, this is the Dou Fu Club, you are not allowed to mess around!"
After the presiding monk finished speaking, his late foundation building cultivation was immediately exposed. Although he did not usually participate in the struggle between the Offering Hall and the Zhang family's Pang line, he was also a resident monk in the Immortal Treasure Tower. His cultivation was not bad.
"You!" Zhang Fan groaned, feeling the weight of a mountain pressing down on him. He had never imagined that the once timid cultivator would dare to slap him in the face in front of so many people.
Zhang Fan tried to lean on Zhang Yuming, who was standing behind him, but he didn't realize that he had already been severely suppressed by some unknown Jindan cultivator on the stage. Zhang Yuming was also completely unable to move, and he cried out in his heart that he was wronged.
"Don't take me with you if you want to die!"
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