Because Zhong Lin's opponents are all high-level talisman masters, and each of them has five opponents, it is not his turn to play for a while. He also wanted to see what the competition method was, so he hit the palms with Mr. Zhang, Shanying, Plum Blossom Bird and Zizhu Taoist, wishing them good luck. Then he retreated to the sidelines, stood in a position not too far from Mr. Zhang, and temporarily became an audience.

Mr. Zhang’s first opponent is a newly promoted first-level talisman master and an inner disciple.

"Senior, hello, I am Zhang Song, an inner disciple. I think you are not young anymore!" The inner disciple saw that Mr. Zhang could be his grandfather at all ages, so he spoke very politely.

"Hello, little Taoist, I am ninety-three this year, but don't look at me as old as the saying goes, "Shoulder and head are all together" are brothers. You can't let me go after the competition later!" Mr. Zhang said, stroked his white beard with his hands, and laughed loudly, which was like a man talking about a teenager.

In fact, the inner disciple had already felt aroused when he saw that Mr. Zhang was his first opponent. After all, Mr. Zhang was old. As the saying goes, "Ginger is the hottest thing." Mr. Zhang's age has already formed an invisible pressure on him. He made him feel twelve points and did not dare to slack off at all.

Although the opponent is randomly drawn, the content of the competition is still stipulated in advance. Adversaries at level 5 and below level 5 can use talismans to attack, one side is attacking and the other side is defending. The types of talismans are also strictly specified, and they can only be primary talismans such as headache talismans or stomachache talismans, that is, talismans that will not cause greater harm to the body.

In addition, opponents of the same level can determine who will attack first through negotiation, because the first attack often has an advantage. However, when a high-level talisman master is facing a low-level talisman master, if there is no special situation, the low-level talisman master must attack first. If the attack does not work for a high-level talisman master, the low-level talisman master will choose to accept the attack of a high-level talisman master. In this case, the low-level talisman master will often directly choose to admit defeat, because even if you bear it, it will only be a draw at most, but the taste of being attacked by a high-level talisman master is very sour...

"Senior, why not attack me first to defend." Although Zhang Song, an inner disciple, felt a little frustrated with Mr. Zhang, after all, he was nearly a hundred years old. If he really attacked first, he would be considered to be invincible even if he wins, and would be laughed at by his fellow disciples. If he loses, the person would lose even bigger.

"Okay, fellow Taoist, then you have to be ready. I'm going to chant the stomachache curse." Old Master Zhang didn't give in. After all, his strength was there, and there were three high-level talisman masters waiting for him, so he agreed with the flow.

However, Zhang Song immediately regretted after hearing Mr. Zhang's words! Because ordinary low-level talisman masters have to draw talismans first and cast talismans for stomachache or headache. They will only chant the mantra directly after reaching a certain level. He looked at the cloud pattern on Mr. Zhang's clouds, and after confirming that it was indeed a cloud pattern, he could only smile bitterly. As the saying goes: what he said is like water splashed out, and he can't take it back if he wants to collect it. Besides, a man can't shit, sit back, so he could only grit his teeth and wait for Mr. Zhang to chant the mantra.

I saw Mr. Zhang’s lips slightly moved, as if he had already recited a spell. In just half a minute, Zhang Song’s face was already red, the blue veins on his forehead were leaping, and beads of sweat as big as beans fell down...

It can be seen that Mr. Zhang’s spell has already played a role in Zhang Song.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, senior, stop quickly! I can't stand it anymore, I admit defeat, I admit defeat! Ouch, it hurts so much..."

Zhang Song covered his stomach with one hand and waved his throne to Old Master Zhang with the other hand, shouting constantly! It was obvious that he had been holding on at the beginning, trying to rely on his youth and had a good physique to hold on, but in the end he couldn't help it.

Seeing this, Old Master Zhang hurriedly stopped chanting the spell. He stepped forward, stretched out his arms, held Zhang Song and said, "Friend Taoist, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay..." Although Zhang Song's stomach no longer hurts so much, his legs are still trembling slightly, and he has no strength to speak.

After a while, Zhang Song looked at the cloud patterns on the clouds in the Taoist robe worn by Mr. Zhang again, and looked at Mr. Zhang's face and said, "Senior, are you really a first-class talisman master?"

Mr. Zhang was stunned at first, and then said, "Yes, I am indeed a first-class talisman master. I have participated in several graded competitions before, but I have not advanced. Later, I have not participated again for a long time. Fellow Taoist, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt that much now." Zhang Song said with a smile barely squeezed out of his face.

"Then you, come and attack me now!" Mr. Zhang took a step back and was ready to "take up".

"No, no, I admit defeat, senior, we, you won the competition..."

Zhang Song gritted his teeth and stepped aside. He didn't even know if he could still participate in the subsequent competition.

Mr. Zhang felt a little guilty because it had been more than twenty years since he last took the Talisman Level Test, and there were five games left in the future, so he chose a more powerful stomachache curse, but he did not expect that Zhang Song would suffer.

Mr. Zhang's second opponent was another first-level talisman master, who was also an inner disciple. After seeing Zhang Song's experience, the inner disciple stood upright after introducing him to Mr. Zhang, looking at his nose, looking at his nose, and asking his heart. He was like a primary school student standing upright and not talking.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang knew that the other party was scared by him and did not dare to ask him to attack first, so he did not make things difficult for him and said directly: "Friend Taoist, you attack me first, I will defend."

Seeing that his "conspiracy" succeeded, the inner disciple immediately became energetic and said, "Old senior, then you are ready. I will start casting talismans!"

"Friends, please..."

Mr. Zhang showed his signature move, stroked his white beard, and looked at the inner disciple with a smile, which made the inner disciple feel furious.

He quickly drew a talisman with a white talisman paper, then pinched the talisman paper to his fingertips, muttering in his mouth...

Mr. Zhang only remembered that the other party hadn't said whether it was a stomachache talisman, a headache talisman or something else just now, but he couldn't blame him, and he didn't ask at all. He had already started chanting the mantra, so it would definitely not work to ask again. He could only hold his breath and concentrate and deal with it carefully.

Half a minute passed, and Mr. Zhang didn't feel anything...

A minute passed, and Mr. Zhang opened his eyes slightly, looked at the inner disciple standing opposite, and then confirmed that the other party was still chanting the mantra, and closed his eyes...

Three minutes passed, and Mr. Zhang still didn't feel any discomfort...

Soon the five-minute time limit came, and the little Taoist priest next to him reminded the inner disciples not to continue chanting the mantra. The inner disciple looked at the talisman paper in his hand with some anger. He was a little doubtful if his talisman paper was drawn incorrectly. But no matter what, his attack ended in failure!

"Friend Taoist, do you want to take a break? Next, it's my turn to attack..." Old Master Zhang said with a smile at the inner disciple.

"This, I'll drink a little water first and let me prepare..."

The inner disciple said as he picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a few sips. To be honest, he was indeed a little dry-mouthed after chanting the spell for five minutes. Speaking of which, he still knew very well about Mr. Zhang’s first opponent, Zhang Song. Although he was not the same master, he was a fellow disciple after all, and he would usually have a chance to compete. He knew very well that his strength was not as strong as Zhang Song, so he was just slick at the beginning and deliberately "pretending to be stupid" and not mentioning who attacked first.

His abacus was very good. When he attacked, he first won the old man in front of him. Then when the other party attacked him, he could tolerate him if he could. If he couldn't, he would admit defeat. In general, he was still tied, and he would not lose points. But what he didn't expect was that his attack had no effect on Mr. Zhang...

"Avoid the dust, I think you should give up, save your strength, and prepare for the competition below." Zhang Song, who was beside him, said kindly. After a few minutes of rest, he had slowly recovered and his face became much better.

"Okay, the hero will not suffer the loss in front of him. I will keep the green mountains without worrying about the lack of firewood. Thank you, Senior Brother, I will listen to you!" Yu Chen said, turning his head, looking at Mr. Zhang and then said, "Senior, I admit defeat, you won the competition between us!"

"Friend Taoist, I've given up, thank you." Mr. Zhang bowed and thanked.

After the first two competitions, Mr. Zhang has tied his best results when participating in the talisman master level assessment. The remaining three opponents are talisman masters with higher ranks than Mr. Zhang. As long as you win another game, you can keep the clouds clear and the moon is bright and you will successfully advance.
Chapter completed!