Brother Ji and the three of them each chose a table, took the talisman paper and started making talismans.

Compared to Brother Chicken, the woman in yellow and the middle-aged man are much more nervous. It takes several minutes to make a magic talisman, and the time to burn this incense is only half an hour. If it is faster, they can do it

Five or six cards, but what’s the success rate?

For low-level junior Talisman Masters, the success rate for making relatively high-level Talismans is about 20 to 30%. For Intermediate Talisman Masters, the success rate for making primary Talisman Talisman is around 50%. As for the Junior Advanced Talisman Masters, they will not make those few books.

As for the elementary talismans, most of them are mid-level talismans with greater production value.

Brother Ji took a few glances and found that the two people were just low-level junior talisman refiners, and they were only refining the lowest level of talismans. Looking at the cold sweat on their heads, you could tell how nervous they were now.

Brother Ji chuckled and started to draw a preliminary and intermediate magic talisman. Then, he slowly refined a few more failed talismans and pretended to be angry.

The two of them were concentrating on making magic talismans and were not watching his performance at all. However, the old man in yellow robe, who had his eyes closed to rest, did have his eyes twitching slightly.

The time of burning incense passed quickly. The woman in yellow and the middle-aged man had smiles on their faces, and each held two success talismans in their hands. Looking at their expressions, it was obvious that they both performed very well today!

At this moment, Brother Ji tilted his head slightly, took a look at the magic talisman completed by the two of them, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Brother Ji smiled lightly, and quickly drew a stroke on the talisman paper without leaving any trace with the talisman pen in his hand. Immediately, the second talisman was completed. After comparing with the two people, he could tell who was better.

The yellow-robed monk sitting cross-legged nodded slightly, opened his eyes, smiled lightly and said to the three of them: "Show me all the talismans you made!"

"Yes!" The three of them immediately stepped forward and handed over the completed talismans.

The old man in yellow robe raised his eyes and looked at the magic talisman in the hand of the woman in yellow, "Elementary and low-level 'frozen water talisman', haha, not bad, this kind of auxiliary talisman is not necessarily something that even elementary and intermediate talisman masters can refine so quickly.

Made!"

The woman in yellow's face turned a little red. She actually tried to refine this "frozen water talisman" after the first attack talisman. Unexpectedly, when she made the second one, she succeeded by luck. If

Normally, there is not even a 10% chance!

The old man in yellow robe looked at the talisman in the middle-aged man's hand and nodded slightly, "The two 'fire talismans' are the most powerful among the low-level and primary talismans. Although they are the most common, they are a little troublesome to make. It takes half a stick of incense.

It’s not bad if you refine two of them!”

"Haha, thank you for the compliment, senior!" The middle-aged man smiled naively, scratched his head and stepped aside.

It was Brother Chicken's turn. As soon as he presented the magic talisman, the yellow-robed monk immediately stood up and his eyes widened in surprise, "Elementary intermediate spiritual talisman! Hiss... your technique can actually make an intermediate spiritual talisman?!"

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When Brother Chicken was refining the magic talisman, the yellow-robed monk naturally noticed that Brother Chicken's skills were very fast. At that time, he thought Brother Chicken was making it randomly!

However, this cannot be blamed on Brother Chicken. He has tried his best to slow down the speed of refining the magic talisman. After all, the trick he has developed by himself is to be accomplished in one go. To outline it one stroke at a time, Brother Chicken's success rate is extremely low.

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Seeing that the yellow-robed monk was in disbelief, Brother Ji helplessly shrugged his shoulders, "Senior, even though I am a junior talisman master, I can also practice basic and advanced talismans, let alone these intermediate ones..."

"Hiss!" The expression of the old man in yellow robe suddenly became very weird. After a long time, he laughed, "Okay, okay, you already have this level of talisman refining at a young age. Well, your qualifications are pretty good.

Metal and water are the spiritual roots. Let me tell you, how come you have such a talent to practice at the ninth level of the Qi stage? You originally spent all your energy on practicing the talisman refining technique!"

The yellow-robed old man's words shocked the yellow-robed woman and the middle-aged man. They didn't expect this somewhat handsome young man to be so talented!

In fact, Brother Ji didn't want to either. The main reason was that on the stage, he took out so many spiritual talismans at once, and the Jindan monks of Fengyue Sect would definitely be impressed by him. If he didn't perform better, maybe he would

was suspected.

But now, at least the realm he showed was not very high, and they couldn't notice it.

All three people passed the test. The yellow-robed monk happily ran to the second floor and reported to Gong Ji's later junior brother. After a while, the short-haired monk came down with a smile on his face, said hello to Brother Ji and the others, and led

They flew away from the mountain.

Of course, the yellow-robed monk arranged for someone to report the situation to the head of the Fengyue Sect, and a dedicated person registered their names. From then on, Brother Ji was considered an official disciple of the Fengyue Sect.

Everyone flew out of Shenfu Peak and flew towards the largest peak in this fairy mountain.

This peak is the main peak of Fengyue Sect, with a height of three to four thousand feet. It is located between several peaks, like stars over the moon, overlooking other peaks including "Shenfu Peak". And this giant peak

, starting from the mountainside, it is shrouded in lavender mountain mist, hazy and full of unspeakable mystery.

But at the foot of this mountain peak, on the contrary, it was extremely lively.

Surrounding this mountain are densely packed buildings of various sizes, ranging from simple stone houses with a few rooms to huge halls with a height of tens of feet. There are also many market-like bluestone streets, which are formed chaotically and spontaneously.

There are various stalls on both sides of these streets, and some people are selling something. Moreover, there are actually many Fengyue Sect disciples walking among them, bargaining with the owners of these stalls.

Such a scene made Brother Ji and other three monks who were passing by these buildings and streets stunned. They didn't expect that Fengyue Sect actually did business here!

The short-haired monk had long been accustomed to it, so he turned a blind eye and flew past the magic weapon, flying straight to a stone palace standing alone hundreds of feet high.

This stone hall is all built with blue boulders, about twenty or thirty feet high. There is also a smaller side hall six or seven feet high on both sides. On the stone platform in front of the hall, there are a few monks.

Flying in and out.

The short-haired young man jumped off the flying sword and let Brother Ji and others walk off one by one. Then he pinched the magic spell, quickly shrunk the flying sword and put it into the storage bag.

"You guys stay here for a moment. I'll go to the headmaster first to make a briefing, and then I'll call you in." After saying this, the short-haired monk patted the dust on his body, adjusted his clothes, and strode forward with a serious look on his face.

Several monks in the Qi Refining Stage at the gate of the palace obviously knew the short-haired monk. They had no intention of coming forward to question him. Instead, they gave him a respectful salute and watched him enter the palace gate. After that, they looked at him curiously.

After looking at Brother Ji and the others who were a little further away, he seemed to have guessed some of their identities.

After a while, no one in the hall called them in, but another white light flew from the distance.

As a result, the light shone on the heads of Brother Ji and others, and a huge brocade handkerchief appeared. Standing on it was an old man in gray robe, as well as Fatty Luo's seven twelve brothers who were taken away in one step.

Casual cultivation above the Qi training stage.

The old man in gray robe looked condescendingly at Brother Ji and the others, showing a hint of surprise. Then he smiled and nodded towards them, lowered the magic weapon near them, and asked Fatty Luo and the other seven monks to stay where they were, while he

After tidying up my clothes, I solemnly walked into the stone hall.

"Murong, haha, I knew you were fine!" Fatty Luo laughed and ran over.

"Damn you, fat man, what are you doing?" Chicken Brother hugged him shoulder to shoulder, which was completely different from the rest of the people who were standing alone and in their own way.

Fatty Luo was stunned and shook his head, "I don't know what the others were doing. I was called into a room alone, and then the old man in gray clothes asked me to release my spiritual roots and show him. Hehe, don't you

You know, when the old man saw my wind-attribute spiritual root, his expression was wonderful, hahaha!"

"Damn... that's almost it! This time I joined Fengyue Sect as a talisman refiner. Tsk tsk, our old man who was taking the exam couldn't help but grin from ear to ear when he saw the elementary and advanced talisman I had refined!"

He looked at Fatty Luo and laughed obscenely.

By the way, Brother Ji really looks down on Fengyue Sect. It is such a big sect, but there are only 125 Talisman Refiners in it. Even the small Xiao family can make up more than 100 Talisman Refiners, hey,

How ironic!

However, Brother Ji never thought that the Xiao family has more than a hundred talisman refining masters, but there are no alchemy masters at all...

After everyone waited for a full meal, the short-haired monk finally walked out. As soon as he appeared at the door of the temple, he immediately waved to Brother Chicken and others, and then turned to look at Fatty Luo and the seven young people.

, nodded and said: "The four of you also come in together, the master will receive you disciples together." After saying this, the young man turned around and left.

The group of ten people did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly followed in. Everyone followed behind the short-haired monk and walked through a short corridor. Brother Ji and others were taken to a hall that was twenty or thirty feet in size.

There were seven or eight monks with different expressions in this hall, sitting on wooden chairs, chatting in low voices. When everyone saw the short-haired monk coming in with the new disciples, they immediately stopped talking and looked "swish".

He glanced at Brother Ji and the others.

Brother Ji seemed to be looking honestly at this moment, but after his spiritual consciousness was slightly released, the appearance and cultivation of these monks all came to mind.

There was one person in the late stage of foundation building, two people in the middle stage, and the rest were early stage monks. And the arrogant monk with a dead face was actually sitting among these people.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Chen. Sit down and rest." The blue-robed monk who was in the late stage of foundation building sitting on the main seat waved his hand at the short-haired monk and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" The short-haired monk cupped his hands and sat aside.
Chapter completed!