Next, Xiao Fengqing used the Finger Talisman to win eight games, and became the talk of the town for a while. The power of the Finger Talisman also became famous in the Jiuyang Sect, a middle-class sect in the Eastern Wilderness.
Even the Nine Yang Sect leader Feng Qingyang and other bigwigs in the center of the square couldn't help but look sideways.
It turns out that the finger symbol is so powerful!
Xiao Fengqing's fighting style undoubtedly opened a new door for many big men to seek the way of asking.
Next to Zhen Yang Zhenren, an elder smiled at him and said:
"Brother Zhenyang, it turns out that you have practiced the art of talismans to such an extent. You are so unworthy that you actually kept a trick for us old brothers. It is so well hidden. If it weren't for your disciple using it, we would not have known about it. Brothers, don't you agree?"
"Well... after all, we have been friends for hundreds of years. What Senior Brother Zhenyang did was indeed unkind. Normally, everyone would ask who has such a great ability, but it was only Brother Zhenyang who did it. It's unacceptable!"
"In my opinion, Brother Zhenyang may have made some breakthroughs in the art of talismans, so he kept it in his personal box and didn't show it easily. Everyone, don't force Brother Zhenyang. It's not a secret weapon. We should go back and figure it out!"
"Right, right, right. If Brother Zhenyang doesn't tell us, then we should figure it out on our own. We will eventually gain something!"
…
Facing the ridicule of a group of old friends who have been around for hundreds of years, Zhen Yang Zhen Yang showed a trace of helplessness and said:
"Brothers, you have misunderstood. The way of talismans that this disciple of mine learned was not taught by me at all. I used to say that he was not doing his job properly! He was drawing talismans all day long, which delayed his breakthrough!"
"oh?"
Everyone became interested when they heard this, and someone asked with a smile, "No way, you don't even have a master? Then who taught you?"
Zhen Yang said: "I don't know either. After I sent him to the canteen a few days ago, he seemed to have changed into a different person. Later, he often went to Yutuofeng, and I don't know why!"
"Jade Hump?"
Instantly, all the big guys turned their eyes to Taoist Lingxu, and someone shouted, "Brother Lingxu, didn't you teach Junior Brother Xiao about the art of talismans? If you openly snatch disciples like this, be careful that Brother Zhenyang will hold you accountable!"
When Taoist Lingxu heard this, he got angry: "What nonsense! I, Taoist Lingxu, have lived an upright life. How could it be possible that I taught him? It has nothing to do with me. I don't know. Don't talk nonsense. I am not very interested in talismans. If you want to ask... ask my disciple!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Changan knew that trouble was coming. His master was no longer willing to take the blame for him.
"apprentice?"
At the same time, the eyes of all the big guys instantly focused on the person behind Taoist Lingxu... Wang Changshou.
Yes, taught by the quasi-holy son
If it was him, why didn't he leave
Oh~~~ I understand. At this moment, Wang Changshou is probably just laying the groundwork for the upcoming battle with the Son of God... No, the real battle for the Son of God has already begun from this moment.
Xiao Fengqing in the square is just his spokesperson.
A group of bigwigs thought so.
This person's mind is so dark and terrifying!
They had to think so, because among the younger generation of the Nine Yang Sect, there were only a few who had the opportunity to win the title of Holy Son.
The king of Jade Hump is long-lived.
Jiuxingtian of Jiuyang Peak.
Ye Qingmei’s junior fellow disciple from Qingyang Peak—Ye Xinwu.
The others are much worse, and the one who has the best chance of becoming the next generation of Holy Son is none other than Wang Changshou.
Not for any other reason, but just because he is the peerless genius among the male disciples of the younger generation of Jiuyang Sect, and he and Ye Qingmei, the strongest contestant among the female disciples, are known as the two heroes of the younger generation of Jiuyang Sect.
Just when everyone thought that it was Wang Changshou who taught Xiao Fengqing, he coughed lightly and said without any hesitation: "Masters, you have misunderstood. The finger talisman was definitely not drawn by me who taught Junior Brother Xiao, but... by someone else!"
Um?!
As soon as he said this, he slowly looked at Chen Changan who was standing beside him, with everyone's gazes on him.
Dry!
At this moment, only this one word came to Chen Changan's mind, and he felt like crying but had no tears. Uncle masters, please don't look at me, I really don't want to be famous!
However, he could no longer do whatever he wanted. A big shot smiled at Taoist Lingxu:
"Brother, this disciple of yours is very strange, it seems I have never seen him before!"
Dao Jiu, who was standing by, was immediately displeased and said, "Who said that? I know him. He was on the front line of the sect war a few years ago. At that time, Ling Xu also told me to take good care of him. Now that I think about it, hehe..."
After saying this, Daojiu looked at Taoist Lingxu with a deceived look in his eyes, which were full of complaints.
Taoist Lingxu laughed and said to the big guys: "Daojiu, my disciple is nothing special except that he is good at refining pills, drawing talismans, and setting up formations. As for the realm of cultivation, it's a little... Haha, in short, apart from cultivation, he is perfect in other aspects. I treasure him very much, so I asked you to fight and take care of him. Don't get me wrong, he is really not good at fighting!"
As soon as he said this, some of the canteen's fellows and Xiao Fengqing who were far away almost staggered at the same time. It seemed as if they were saying, "Uncle Master, are you sure what you said is human language?"
If Senior Brother Chen was not strong, would we respect him so much
A lot of sighs were heard in the square, and everyone rolled their eyes at Taoist Lingxu, as if to say, Xiao Fengqing is so powerful, how can your disciple be weak
If winning eight games in a row using only talismans is considered weak, then you, Taoist Lingxu, are you a little too proud!
"He really is not practicing fast enough, he has only just formed a pill... How many pills has he formed, Changan, tell me yourself!"
Taoist Lingxu turned around and looked at his second disciple with a smile.
He has learned his lesson now and will never show off by using Chen Changan's abilities. Instead, he will show off by using Chen Changan himself.
Taoist Lingxu raised his legs like a wooden horse, shaking them as if to say, "Fellow Taoists, come and have a look at the disciple I, Lingxu. Except for his poor level of cultivation, he is very capable in other aspects."
Are you all envious
Are you jealous
Looking at his master's smug look, Chen Changan wanted to get away from here immediately. Damn, he should have withdrawn two days ago. What's going on? He was just squatting and attracted so much attention. Oh my God!
He whispered, "Master, I have reached the eighth level of Jindan!"
"Oh~~~Yes, yes, everyone heard it, right? My apprentice is now at the eighth level of Jindan. He has been in the mountains for more than 20 years. He used to be able to maintain a level improvement every year, but now, he can't even break through a level in a year. Do you think he is weak
The old Taoist is definitely not hiding anything, his talent for cultivation is really poor!"
“Oh~~~”
The big guys all had expressions of understanding, but many of them still looked at Chen Changan with curiosity.
This polarized cultivation talent is really an eye-opener.
In the square, Xiao Fengqing shrugged his shoulders. What else could he say? He was speechless. These people were all deceived by Uncle Lingxu. When Senior Brother Chen fought, he killed one person with one axe. He was very skillful. Look how he fooled you all.
He really wanted to say it, but he couldn't. Chen Changan had cursed him, so he could only hold it in.
In the distance, the fellow sect members in the cafeteria also held their breath and did not say a word.
There was no way, they had once had the same experience as Xiao Fengqing.
That was a memory that I couldn't bear to look back on.
The only one in the canteen who did not swear to carry the curse was Xiao Chong, but... he chose to know nothing. Of course, he really didn't know, but he had a vague feeling that the brothers in the canteen were deliberately helping Brother Chen hide something.
That's when it happened.
Suddenly, the white fox slowly stood up, glanced around with its beautiful eyes, and a soft and pleasant voice floated out from its red lips:
"One is at the first stage of Sunshine Mirror, the other is at the eighth stage of Formation Core, one is a mentor, the other is a learner. Who is stronger and who is weaker? Wouldn't we know after a fight?"