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Chapter 128

Mr. Zhang's third opponent is a second-level talisman master who is about 30 years old. Although he is a second-level talisman master, it seems that his previous record is not very good. He played against the first two games, but he only achieved one victory and one draw in the competition.

"Hello, senior, junior Chen Buqi, what if we decide who attacks first by throwing coins?" said Chen Buqi, the second-level talisman master.

There is a reason why he said this, because he was waiting by the side when Yuchen gave up just now. In addition, Zhang Song advised Yuchen to give up directly, he had already smelled some scent from it, that is, the old man in front of him seemed not easy to mess with. In addition, his previous record was not very good, and he had to face a high-level talisman master in the next two competitions, so the competition in front of him must be won. Therefore, after thinking about it over and over again, he decided not to give in.

"Okay, fellow Taoist, then you throw the coins!" Mr. Zhang agreed readily.

"good!"

While agreeing, Chen Buqi took out a one-yuan coin from his pocket in the Taoist robe, and then continued: "Old senior, if the national emblem is facing upwards, you will attack me first. Otherwise, if the national emblem is facing downwards, I will attack you first."

"Okay, you throw it away!"

As soon as Mr. Zhang finished speaking, the coins in Chen Buqi's hand had already rolled into the air...

"Yes, old seniors are the words!" Chen Buqi blurted out.

"Senior is not a word, haha, fellow Taoist, you attack me first." Old Master Zhang said with a smile.

It was not until then that Chen Buqi realized that he seemed to be overly excited just now, and blushed and said, "Third senior, you are ready. After a while, I will use the stomachache curse to attack you!"

Mr. Zhang didn't say anything, but just nodded at Chen Buqi with a smile.

Chen Buqi took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, drew a piece of talisman paper bit by bit, and then recited a spell...

When Mr. Zhang saw that the other party was using yellow talisman paper, he felt a little worried, but he had no choice but to pass this level, so he cheered up and dealt with it carefully.

However, what surprised Mr. Zhang was that during the five minutes of the opponent's attack, he still did not feel any physical discomfort.

At the reminder of the little Taoist priest who was responsible for the timing, Chen Buqi had to stop chanting the spell, like a frost-beating eggplant, and suddenly became wilted. In fact, it was no wonder that he was unable to succeed in the attack, which meant that this contest could only be a draw at most. For him, it would be impossible to win the next two competitions against the high-level talisman master, and it also meant that he would have no hope of advancing this year!

"Friend Taoist, then it's my turn to attack you next. Please be prepared." Mr. Zhang looked at Chen Buqi and said with a smile. At this time, he was already 80% sure that he could successfully advance this time.

"Friends, little fellow Taoist..."

After Mr. Zhang shouted twice in a row, Chen Buqi finally recovered.

"Okay, then you, you are ready to attack..."

Chen Buqi thought to himself: "It's a 'death'. If you fight today, if you survive, you still have the chance to 'qualify'."

After Mr. Zhang confirmed again that Chen Buqi was ready, he recited the curse of stomachache...

In less than half a minute, Chen Buqi's reaction was the same as Zhang Song before. The blue veins on his forehead swelled, his face turned green, and he was gasping for breath. Although he did not exhale in pain, he could no longer bear it and could only give up giving up.

In this way, Mr. Zhang has won three competitions, and one of them defeated the talisman master who is one level higher than him, which means Mr. Zhang can definitely be promoted to a talisman master of level two.

"Old Zhang, congratulations!" Zhong Lin walked to Mr. Zhang and congratulated him.

"Thank you, Zhong Lin, it seems that my cultivation has improved a lot during this period!" Mr. Zhang said with a smile.

"Then you next..."

Zhong Lin originally wanted to ask Mr. Zhang if he would have a competition next time. After all, his next two opponents were level 4 and level 5 talisman masters. But when he saw Mr. Zhang waved his hand to him, he said half of the words and swallowed them back.

"What? Zhong Lin, are you afraid that my old bone will be lost?" Old Master Zhang raised his head and said with his back straight.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang, how can you call it Lao Bo? Your name is Lao Dong stronger, but it is better to be careful after all." Zhong Lin said with a smile.

"Well, it's okay, I feel confident, not to mention that they are already waiting here, so I have to try it!"

Mr. Zhang had already seen a middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties standing next to Zhong Lin. The number card on his body had already shown that he was his fourth next opponent - the fourth-level talisman master.

"I'm talking about a young man who is crazy, holding yellow on the left, holding blue on the right, holding a brocade hat and sable fur, and rolling a thousand horsemen. In order to repay the beautiful city, he followed the prefect, shot the tiger in person and looked at Sun Lang.

After drinking, my chest and guts are still open. My hair is slightly frosted, so what's wrong! When will Feng Tang be sent to the clouds? I can tie the carving bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the sky wolf."

Mr. Zhang had a handsome face and a handsome face. He even felt a whim and recited Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Hunting from Mizhou".

Seeing this, Zhong Lin didn't say much. He thought that Mr. Zhang finally managed to see the moon brightly, so he let him have fun, so he hit the old man again to wish him good luck.

The fourth-level talisman master is named Zhang Yibin. I don’t know if it has anything to do with Zhang Yifan. He looks quite easy-going and asked Mr. Zhang to attack first with great humility.

Mr. Zhang was not humble either. After all, his opponent was a level 4 talisman master, and he was just a level 1 talisman master.

As the saying goes, "Eat all over the world with one trick", Mr. Zhang is still using his specialty "Belly Pain Curse". He has used this belly pain curse for decades and is often used to tease a few old guys. However, it was sometimes effective before, sometimes not. However, this time it was very effective. Judging from the reactions of the two opponents before, he was wondering if the other party was too exaggerated...

However, something unexpected happened to him. Just two minutes after he started chanting the spell, Zhang Yibin gave in. Even Zhang Yibin proposed to rest for two minutes before attacking, of course, according to the competition rules, this situation was allowed.

Two minutes later, Zhang Yibin was about to start attacking. He first took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, then put the yellow talisman paper back, and changed to another piece of blue talisman paper. However, when he looked up at Mr. Zhang, hesitated for a moment, put the blue talisman paper back, and changed it back to the yellow talisman paper again.

Zhong Lin couldn't help but nodded secretly. Zhang Yibin was a bit interesting. Regardless of whether he had anything to do with Zhang Yifan, it can be seen by choosing the talisman paper alone that his character is absolutely insignificant. Just when he wanted to continue watching the battle, someone next to him was talking.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, don't keep watching others compete. I've been waiting for you for a long time. See when will we compete?"

The person who spoke was a second-level talisman master. From his license plate, Zhong Lin could see that he was an opponent of him.

"That's right, I've finished the other four games, and it's only yours. When do you want me to wait? Are you here to compete by yourself or to see someone else's competition?" said a third-level talisman master, and he is naturally a rival to Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin realized that when he was watching Mr. Zhang compete, his opponent had already come to him, and some had even come to him for the second time. No wonder they were anxious. They couldn't let others wait again and again.

Zhong Lin looked at the four talisman masters around him, one level 2, two level 3, and one level 4. From their respective number cards, we can see that there is a common opponent, that is himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, everyone, I didn't pay attention just now, just watching the competition for the seniors. I don't know you're all waiting for me. I'm really sorry." Zhong Lin apologized repeatedly.

"Then we can compete now, right?" said the fourth-level talisman master who was about 40 years old.

"Yes, yes, we'll start right away." Zhong Lin said.

"Who starts first? I didn't notice it just now. It turned out that the four of us came to find him. What's the matter? You have to wait for a long time!" said another level 3 talisman master.

"Otherwise I'll do it first, my time may not be too long." The fourth-level talisman master said confidently.

"You may be short, but don't forget that according to the competition rules, he has to attack first, which means we have to wait at least five more minutes. I think I'd better find another opponent first." The second-level talisman master who was speaking first said, shook his head and made a gesture and was about to walk away.

"Otherwise, how about you four of you attack me first?" Zhong Lin said.

"What?! The four of us attack you together, right?" said the fourth-level talisman master, looking at Zhong Lin with a strange look.

"That's right, are you crazy, what's going on?"

"Yes, do you want to give up on your own initiative?!"

The four people were a little amused by Zhong Lin's sudden or incredible Jianyi.

At this time, all five competitions belonging to Zhang Zisheng had ended. Back to Zhong Lin, unexpectedly, all five competitions against high-level talisman masters ended in failure.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, this talisman is quite powerful. The higher the level, the greater the damage it causes. I think you should come one by one." Zhang Zisheng said with a grin, which shows that he has not fully recovered from the pain.

"It's okay, don't worry!" Zhong Lin said to Zhang Zisheng.

"No, is this kid playing tricks? According to regulations, a low-level talisman master must first attack the high-level talisman master. He asked us to attack him first, and attack him together. Does he want us to foul and then be judged to win?" The second-level talisman master said suddenly.
Chapter completed!
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