"No, just read it once." Su Tang said.

The mosquito larva reached out to take the booklet, looked at Su Tang blankly, and then asked tentatively: "Little brother, have you... remembered it?"

"Don't worry about me for now." Su Tang said: "It's your turn to see."

After saying that, Su Tang had already lit another red fragrance.

The mosquito larva seemed uneasy, but in fact he was useless to see it now. If he had been counting on it now, he would not have been able to fight with Su Tang at all.

Su Tang closed his eyes slightly and kept practicing the portrayal of the talisman in his brain. He instinctively sensed that each talisman contained a unique vast power, but he could not comprehend for the time being.

The mosquito larvae was just consuming time. He didn't put his mind on the booklet. After a long time, he finally waited until the red fragrance burned out. He said weakly: "My junior brother, come on, let me see how many spiritual talismans you have recorded."

Detective Su Tang activated the magic sword with his hand, and his body swept into the air, circulated his divine thoughts, and used the tip of the sword to slash the spiritual talisman in the air.

Su Tang's movement was extremely fast, and hundreds of sword lights were drawn in an instant. At this time, his face showed a look of surprise, because the loss of his divine consciousness far exceeded his expectations, and even made him unable to be sure whether he could fully portray a talisman.

Wang An saw the clue below and hurriedly shouted: "My junior brother, it's just a demonstration. Even if you don't use your divine thoughts, the ancient spiritual spell can be formed. It's still too late to give up now. The power of backlash is not strong. You can bear it as much as possible. It won't work any later."

Su Tang's thoughts were turned on and then gave up. The runes that were still forming in the air suddenly burst out with a ray of light, and then exploded with a bang. Su Tang's figure was instantly wrapped in the bursting turbulent flow, but he had released his body-protecting spirit, and the turbulent flow could not hurt him.

"Haha... junior brother, you lost." The mosquito larvae shouted, his voice seemed weak, because according to common sense, it was impossible for Su Tang to record so much. The runes that had just formed could release their power, proving that Su Tang remembered correctly at all.

"Start again." Wang An was too lazy to know the mosquito larvae.

Su Tang fell to the ground, and this time he did not use his divine consciousness. He just used the tip of his sword to draw a rune in the soil. In just over thirty breaths, Su Tang had already drawn a complete spiritual talisman.

At this moment, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power in the pattern of the talisman, and then countless light spots emerged from the soil and slowly floated to the sky.

There is an indescribable force in the light spot, so although the pattern of the talisman is often distorted, it remains intact.

In a moment, the talisman floated dozens of meters high before slowly disappearing into the air.

"I remember the first talisman correctly. Junior brother, how many do you still remember?" Wang An asked.

"I remember everything." Su Tang said.

"What?" The mosquito larva suddenly screamed like a ghost: "I don't believe it when I talk nonsense."

"Since the person who bets with you doesn't believe it, then you can draw it one by one." Wang Andao, irrepressible excitement flashed between his eyebrows, and I don't know what he thought of.

"Okay." Su Tang responded lightly, then shook off the sword light again.

Time seemed to have slowed down at this time, but Su Tang's speed of carving the talisman became faster and faster. He carved the first talisman, took more than thirty breaths, portrayed the second talisman, and used exactly thirty breaths to carve the third talisman, and only took more than twenty breaths. However, the speed increase gradually became difficult, and finally maintained at about fifteen breaths.

One after another, the talisman floated out of the soil and flew into the sky. Everyone checked one by one. Su Tang drew thirty-six talismans, and there were actually quite a few.

The face of the mosquito larva turned pale when it turned blue. However, when the last talisman floated into the sky, he suddenly turned to joy. He was the first to applaud and laugh, cheering for Su Tang: "My junior brother really knows that this talent is unprecedented and no one comes later. It is amazing and powerful. In the past, there was a master who established a career, and in the future, the younger brother who carried it forward. My spiritual practice method can surpass the world hahahaha..."

"It's too late to say this now." Wang An said coldly: "My junior brother has drawn thirty-six spiritual talismans, mosquito larvae, it's your turn now."

"How dare I show my ugly face in front of my junior brother?" The mosquito larva smiled bitterly: "I have practiced that talisman for thousands of years, but I can only remember fifteen paths."

"Are you fifteen roads? Go and paint." Wang Andao.

"Wang An... are you still my junior brother?" The mosquito larva said helplessly: "Okay okay, okay, I'll tell the truth, I only recorded thirteen."

"Drawing" Wang An only spit out one word.

"You..." The mosquito larva's face changed and he said hatefully: "Wang An, you're good to take advantage of the situation. I tell you honestly, I only recorded ten things. Is this OK? You... you all bully others by virtue of your power, I just want to lose less."

"Drawing" Wang Andao.

"Wang An, do you really want to force me to the dead?" The mosquito larva looked extremely sad and angry: "Okay, I admit defeat, I admit defeat, I only remembered the eight spiritual talismans.

Wang An still only has one word in "painting".

"Are you still human? Ah? Or isn't you human?" The mosquito croaker cried: "Okay, I have always been naughty and have not practiced seriously. I have only recorded five spiritual talismans in total."

"I wasn't." This time, Wang Anduo said a few words, but in the end he returned to the essence: "Drawing"

"Are you..." The mosquito larvae almost cried, and then begged: "I only recorded three things. It's not that I don't want to demonstrate, but that I'm in a state of chaos and I can barely do it, so I probably won't be able to do it."

"Three Dao? That should be almost the same." Wang Andao then smiled: "Monola, it's not that I want to make things difficult for you. I just want to vent my anger for the hardships of decades. Okay, now that the anger has come out, I feel very comfortable. You don't need to give the ten taels of divine thoughts."

"Is this my good junior brother?" Seeing that Wang An exempted his gambling debt, the mosquito larvae was greatly boosted, and then he looked at Fang Yizhe with expectations: "Brother Xue Tu, what do you mean?"

"I don't have that friendship with you." Fang Yizhe put a bucket of cold water on the head of the mosquito larva without hesitation: "I am willing to accept the loss of the bet, and thirty taels of divine thoughts will be crystallized, and one or two can't be missing."

"You... are you still my brother?" the mosquito larvae shouted.

"No" Fang Yizhe answered more fragilely.

"Min is fifty taels." Xi Xiaoru shouted.
Chapter completed!