The bearded man walked barefoot on the mountain road covered with wind and snow. He approached the top of the mountain. Under the clear starry sky, the thin old man stood quietly in thin clothes, holding an empty wine pot that had been drunk, looking into the distance. Snowflakes fell on his thin shoulders and piled up half a foot.

The bearded man stood behind the old man and patted the snowflakes gently. He looked at the direction of the old man's eyes and looked out, and smiled knowingly: "Is the Lord looking at the Young Master?"

The old man realized it and wrapped his clothes and smiled, "Aren't you watching Chang Xi sit late at night and enjoying the blessings of all people? If others see this scene, they will probably be mostly heartbroken by both male and female disciples."

Shi Tianhan, who was half a step behind the Lord, smiled and said.

"Master, do you think Chang Xi has a chance to win against Nangong Congyun tomorrow?" Shi Tian quickly curled his smile and bowed his burly body toward the master.

The old man said lightly without looking back: "If he follows his current mental state, he will first show a decline after insisting on a hundred moves in the final tomorrow. It is almost a foregone conclusion that he will lose after three hundred moves. His spiritual realm has soared in the past two days but his mood is restless. He should have used a very biased method of grinding spiritual consciousness in the upper realm. This method cannot be endorsed by those who are not strong and persevering. Although it can greatly increase the intensity of spiritual consciousness in a short period of time, there are many problems. But if he does not take risks like this, he will not be able to win the competition in the previous two days, and he must make a choice."

"It's impossible to achieve both worldly things." The old man exhaled a breath of heat, which was very meaningful.

The face of Devouring Heaven was a little dull, and the master's eyes were fierce and every word of the word. Since the master had already spoken, the chance of the young master winning tomorrow was almost slim. What qualifications and potential of the young master have to lose in the short and short years of practice, how can he be willing to be willing?

The old man looked at the loyal and protecting the Lord without looking back, and then chuckled: "But you don't need to worry too much. I have been waiting and watching Chang Xi for a long time and found that tomorrow's finals are turning around."

Instead of being like the gods in the sky, they were more like rich men. He said slowly: "After four games, Chang Xi's trump card has been exposed to others' eyes. It is no secret that the dragon bloodline of all beasts, the little Buddhist vilistic body, Yan Hui and Denglong are all in front of Nangong Congyun. If he wants to win, he must have other unknown trump card to surprise him, and use this to make up for his disadvantages in cultivation."

"The disadvantages of the method of grinding the divine consciousness are not without solutions, but he just needs to understand them himself. Tonight, these two girls are indeed a timely help. After a long talk, it seems that he really found a solution. These two girls are still competent granddaughter-in-laws, and it is not in vain that I made the promise before."

Even if the thin old man who is a candle-holding dragon is very knowledgeable, even if his spiritual sense is as strong as him, he can't stand the sweet and sweet atmosphere in the wooden house for several hours. The old man who seemed to have been stuffed with dog food in his mouth was bitter. If he continues to look at it, he may be really peeping. Then he laughed and said, "It's so good to be young." He broke the spiritual sense floating on Tianxiu Peak, turned around and slowly walked down Qinglongyan, which was standing thousands of feet high in the wall.

Qingxuan grinds ink in the wooden house, Xin Tong warms wine, and Chang Xi spreads out a roll of talisman paper.

Standing beside Chang Xi, Qingxuan, who was grinding the strange fragrance, saw a hundred talisman paper on the table. She remembered the ten talismans that Chang Xi gave her to save her life at that time. She couldn't help but say surprise: "Is this going to draw a brand new talisman?"

Chang Xi buried his head and placed blank talisman paper neatly and said, "Yes, the ability to draw sword talismans is my hidden killer move, but I really can't find time to draw sword talismans recently. I participated in the four competitions, and the existence of sword talismans has not been exposed yet. Few people know that I can draw sword talismans. You must know that when I was wandering to Cangxizhou, where I was unfamiliar with my life, these sword talismans saved my life countless times."

The pot of Xin Tong's warm wine and the ink ingots that Qing Xuan grinded ink together trembled.

All the ink with the fragrance of flowers was grinded and melted. Qing Xuan hesitated for a long time and finally made up her mind to ask softly: "Although the sword that killed Yu Ji was very powerful, the power of the ten sword talismans alone has no deterrence to monks above the Jindan realm?"

Chang Xi took a sip of Xin Tong and handed it warm nectar, his body became flexibly, and he pretended to be mysterious to the two girls: "You should be optimistic, don't speak out."

Chang Xi's fingers smeared Yuehong's extremely sharp sword blade, squeezed out a drop of golden blood and dripped into the ink. A strange color that looked like gold and not gold suddenly appeared in the dark ink. Chang Xi used his fingers to his pen, dipped his fingertips on the ink on the talisman paper, and slowly outlined strange lines that were invisible.

Xin Tong found a chair and sat quietly beside Chang Xi, holding her cheek with her hands, quietly looking at the outline of her lover's side face, which was extremely focused and serious. It has to be said that when a man is fully focused on something, there is always an indescribable temperament that invisibly attracts others and makes her indulge in it.

To draw a sword talisman, you need to pour your own energy and sword intention into the talisman paper from your fingertips. Since that is the case, Chang Xi couldn't help but have a bold idea. He wanted to inject all the deformed killing desires that were lingering in his mind because of grinding his spiritual sense into the sword talisman.

Although Chang Xi has not drawn the Cong Blade Talisman for a long time, as long as he draws the first stroke, the once extremely familiar talisman paper suddenly comes to his heart. The infinite deformed desires almost condense into substance on his fingertips. Qing Xuan behind him lightly covered his mouth and couldn't believe it. The disadvantages of this method of sharpening the spiritual consciousness are so terrible? It's hard for Chang Xi to stay awake under these evil desires for several days and even have to participate in the competition?

Three endless tides were drawn on the coniferous blade talisman. The sharp sword intent that was surging like a tide was removed from the dark ink. At this moment, there were many strange things that were rolling like tentacles. Countless tentacles wanted to break free from the confiscation cage from the ink. There could be vaguely heard the hissings and shouts filled with all kinds of negative emotions, but they were all firmly suppressed by the slowly turning three sharp sword energy.

Every time a tactile talisman was drawn, Chang Xi's deformed desire to kill in his mind was reduced by a minute. After understanding the true meaning of the secret sword technique Yan Hui, Chang Xi ingeniously simulated the essence of Yan Hui's three-stage sword technique integrated into the square inch sword talisman. Although it is quite different from the power of the real commander's three swords to use Yan Hui, it is because it does not require tedious activation, and can use the Xiaoyan Hui technique to use it.

Chang Xi wanted to give this meaningful Xiaoyan return talisman to Xin Tong and Qing Xuan, but considering that these Xiaoyan return talismans were all infected with his evil thoughts, strictly speaking, they were unclean and ominous things, so he suppressed this idea.
Chapter completed!