However, although he looked surprised on the surface when he spoke, he actually felt relieved.

Because Chu Cheng's answer just now was like what he and Sang Wuyin planned, whether it was drawing or dismantling the talisman, he would use a fifth-grade Spring Rain Talisman.

"I can only try my best."

Chu Cheng replied slowly, and after saying that, he smiled at Xie Wenxuan.

It was this smile that made Xie Wenxuan's mood, which had already calmed down, jumped wildly again.

No matter how hard he tries to calm down, there will always be an inexplicable panic in his heart.

"What's wrong with me? Just a fifth-grade spring rain talisman, what kind of storms can arouse?"

Xie Wenxuan himself found it a little funny.

Fortunately, this inexplicable panic did not last long, so he also retreated to the position where he was standing and began to silently watch Chu Cheng draw the Spring Rain Talisman.

Others did not notice the conversation between the two, and more people were still paying attention to the competition with the mentality of seeing how Chu Cheng made a fool of himself.

"In fact, it's better to admit defeat now than to be seriously injured later."

"Yes, that's the sixth-grade Seven Saints Burning Wind Talisman, with all the six purple patterns full of them. Its power is a bit scary just by thinking about it."

"After all, he is an old man from the Pit clan. He has to act like this. If he is so scared that he can't even take up the talisman pen, he will be afraid that he will be embarrassed to go out in the future."

"Haha, it's reasonable, it's reasonable."

They watched Chu Cheng slowly sit down in front of the desk with a smile.

After sitting down, Chu Cheng did not rush to pick up the pen, but carefully placed a talisman in front of him, then poured Yu Mo from the inkstone into the pen and washed it, picked up a piece of fresh ink and grind it carefully.

"He is delaying time, right?"

"Let him drag it, it's only one hour anyway."

A disciple of Sang Wuyin complained, and someone immediately responded indifferently.

"This Chu City is not arrogant or impatient when encountering things, but his mind is very calm."

Listening to the discussion behind, Wen Huazi felt a little funny.

"After all this, he can do it well, I'm afraid that the only thing he can do is grind ink."

Zhang Wuji replied lightly.

As soon as the Burning Wind Talisman came out, no one was optimistic about Chucheng.

Although there was a bit noisy around, Chu Cheng still turned a blind eye to the things outside the window, quietly grinding ink, mixed with the blood of the spirit beasts and demons, melting little by little in Yantai. A strange ink fragrance spread out under the blowing of the hot wind.

After smelling this strange ink fragrance, the contempt on the faces of many talisman masters of the Sang family suddenly disappeared.

Although Chu Cheng's re-grinding ink is extremely time-consuming, it can reduce the dissipation of spiritual power in the talisman ink.

In fact, the Sang family talisman masters present knew that even the method of Chu Cheng’s ink cultivation is also the effective method of the Sang family talisman masters. This is almost the step that every disciple of the Sang family must learn to learn talismans.

However, because the process is complicated and time-consuming, except for the Sang family who have just learned talismans, few talisman masters will really follow this step by step.

What's more, even if all these processes are done, the power of the talisman is minimal.

But this was something passed down by our ancestors. Seeing that Chu Cheng and Old Chu completed it so hard, many people present felt a little guilty and therefore put aside their contempt for Chu Cheng.

At least they could see that Mr. Chu was in awe of the Sang family's talismans.

After about a stick of incense, Chu Cheng's ink was finally ground.

Unlike his consideration for Fu Mo, he seemed to have no requirements for Fu Pen, but just took one from the pen holder on the table calmly.

Because of his grinding behavior just now, many people began to look forward to the first stroke he made.

But soon, these people were disappointed. Chu Cheng's first move was very ordinary, so ordinary that you could not even notice the fluctuations of his soul power.

From a distance, his figure is no different from an ordinary scholar who writes and paints.

The talisman masters of the Sang family felt even more like they were being fooled, and began to sarcastically sarcasticly at him again.

"It turns out that it's just a sensational."

Xie Mingxuan also felt that the person being played with was also playing with. As soon as he saw Chu Cheng's grinding gesture, his heart almost suddenly rose to his throat. He felt that there must be something wrong with this strange behavior.

But just as he was very angry about this, a purple air above Jingxin Lake suddenly attracted his attention.

This purple air came abruptly, as if someone had made a stroke with purple ink in the blue sky.

But before he could figure out where the purple aura came from, another purple aura floated over.

In a moment, the sky above Jingxin Lake was filled with purple clouds.

"Is this...the purple aura condensed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

Xie Mingxuan used the power of his soul to investigate and found that the purple aura was completely condensed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

But what shocked him even more was the next scene.

I saw that the purple aura was sucked by an invisible force, and was pulled out of the air like a funnel. Finally, the purple aura was all poured into the tip of Chu Cheng's pen.

At this moment, the uneasiness in his heart finally turned into reality.

But the next moment, he felt relieved, because at least it proved that his intuition was correct.

Moreover, Chu Cheng took the initiative to reveal his identity, which proved the threat posed by his sixth-grade seven-saint wind burning talisman to him.

"Fifth-grade talismans are only fifth-grade after all, and the upper limit of the grade is just like the talent of cultivation. This is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, and not everyone can easily overcome it."

Although Chu Cheng's methods are amazing now, Xie Mingxuan is still very confident in his Seven Saints Burning Wind Talisman.

Not only him, Sang Wuyin, who was not far away, looked very ugly at this moment. He cursed in a low voice with a blue face:

"This old thing is actually hidden so deeply!"

Obviously, he had not suspected Li Yunsheng at this time, and blamed all this on the old man of the Pozi clan who had secretly hidden his strength over the years.

"I'm afraid this is the backup that Sang Bulun left for Sang Xiaoman during his lifetime."

Ma Yu's face was also very ugly at this moment.

"Fortunately, Mingxuan had already seen the clues and used a Seven Saints Burning Wind Talisman. This required a fifth-grade talisman. Not only was it irreversible in this game, but our strength towards him in the next game is likely to be kept in the dark."

He said a little scared.

Sang Wuyin, who calmed down, nodded, then frowned and said:

"It is very similar to the method of Sang Bulun, but it is impossible without a powerful soul to support it."

"Old Ma seems to me, what level has Chu Cheng's soul reached?"
Chapter completed!