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Chapter 132 Blue Peak Headache Talisman

Zhuo Yihang's face was ashen at this moment, and he was so gloomy that he could drip out of water, not because of pain, but because of shame and annoyance! He knew in his heart that even if he succeeded when he attacked, he would only be able to tie the new first-level talisman master in front of him.

As the most proud disciple of Zhenren Feng, he must have known the news that he mainly selected disciples in the room. Others don’t know it. Zhenren Feng had already disclosed the news to him and had high hopes for him. Whether in terms of age or ability, Zhuo Yihang was a seed player. Until he drew five opponents, Zhuo Yihang was even more confident, because from the level of the opponent, he did not pose any threat to him at all, and he was simply a sign-up.

However, with the highest level among the five opponents being the third-level talisman master, the final score of three wins and two draws is far from being able to advance to Zhuo Yihang. The final attack was just for honor. Although it was for honor, he had already made up his mind that he would show off his skills and make the first-level talisman master in front of him beg for mercy in a shorter time. Only in this way can he save some face. Thinking of this, a gleam flashed through his eyes...

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, are you ready? If you are ready, I will start attacking you." Zhuo Yihang said, and a smile appeared on his face. He said he was laughing, but it was better than crying and couldn't see much.

"Brother Zhuo, I'm ready, you can start attacking at any time." Zhong Lin said very politely.

After hearing Zhong Lin's words, Zhuo Yihang showed a smile on his face in a slight sense of difficulty, then took out a piece of blue talisman paper and began to draw a headache talisman.

"Tsk tsk tsk, blue talisman paper!"

"Drawing a headache talisman with blue talisman paper is really good..."

The talisman master watching the fun around him sighed.

Unlike Zhong Lin and Mr. Zhang, the disciples of Zixia Palace will use a piece of talisman paper when using stomachache spells or headache spells. That is because the talisman paper combined with the form of the spells will make the effect of the talisman more obvious. If you use blue talisman paper to combine with the headache spell to attack ordinary people without defense, it will make the attacker feel a splitting headache and lose his combat power. In severe cases, it may even cause fainting or brain damage.

After the headache talisman was drawn, Zhuo Yihang glanced at the Taoist priest who was in charge of the timing and said, "Wait a minute and you will be timed again when the game is over."

After hearing this, the little Taoist priest in charge of timing nodded at Zhuo Yihang.

"Senior Brother Zhuo is going to show his power. See if he can break the shortest record of attack victory!" said an inner disciple.

"I think of Senior Brother Zhuo. He is my idol. A tiger doesn't show off. Don't let others be sick cats. I'll show them good-looking right away!" Another first-level talisman master from the inner sect said, glancing at Zhong Lin and the outer disciples standing behind Zhong Lin.

At this time, Zhuo Yihang pinched the headache talisman with one hand, raised his other hand high, and then said to start the timing. When the word "时" just came out and the raised hand fell halfway, he had already started to recite the spell. Then the little Taoist priest in charge of the timing also pressed the timer.

Zhuo Yihang really "fighted", just like an athlete running with a gun, not wanting to waste a millisecond of time. His purpose is very simple to create a record of "shortest time" to save face.

It turned out that Zhang Zhenren and Feng Zhenren were all here at the scene. Feng Zhenren came to visit his beloved disciple and encouraged him, but what he didn't expect was that Zhuo Yihang was so embarrassed. He had not been able to defeat a new first-level talisman master in almost ten minutes, and now he was forced to use the blood talisman!

"Feng Zhenren, Zhang Zhenren."

"Zhang Zhenren, Feng Zhenren."

...

The onlookers of the inner sect and the outer sect who knew Zhenren Zhang and Zhenren Feng saw that the two real people came, and they saluted and greeted them.

Zhenren Zhang smiled and returned the favor to everyone one by one, but Zhenren Feng changed his normal state at this moment. There was no smile on his face that had been smiling before, because he had already seen that even though Zhuo Yihang did not hesitate to bite his finger and use the blood talisman, it seemed that there was no effect. Zhong Lin stood there like a statue, motionless.

"It should be five minutes, right?" At this moment, Shanying said.

"Five...five minutes."

The little Taoist priest in charge of the timing looked at Zhuo Yihang, and then looked at Feng Zhenren, whose face was also a little blue at this time, and he whispered. In fact, the time had already come just now, but he just looked at Feng Zhenren without saying anything. After Shan Ying asked this, he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he had to repay the situation.

"How could this happen? This is impossible. How could a first-level talisman master who came from an unknown Taoist temple and could not be called a Taoist priest resist the attack of my blue peak blood talisman! This is impossible!" Zhuo Yihang shouted, his face as he looked extremely ugly.

"Yihang, don't talk about it anymore. Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. Go back to the back hall!" Feng Zhenren said with a gloomy face.

"No, Master, I seriously doubt his identity now. I doubt whether he is an island country..."

"Stop!" Feng Zhenren stopped Zhuo Yihang before he could finish his words.

"If you lose, you lose. You still doubt our identity. This is a bit over. Are we from the island country? Just ask Zhenren Zhang and you will know..." Shan Ying looked at Zhenren Zhang and said.

Zhenren Zhang coughed lightly and said, "Yihang, you go back to the back hall to rest. I do know these people. Not only are they not islanders, but they also snatched the thunder-striking peach wood from the islanders. The half of the thunder-striking peach wood I brought back from the Shili Taolin was exchanged for them."

"Ah, the thunder-striking peach wood was exchanged for it?"

"Then there is no need to doubt their identity."

"Yes, there is nothing to doubt. The lightning-striking peach wood brought back by Zhenren Zhang has created a miracle."

"Yes, just one quarter of the thunder-striking peach wood made five hundred yellow talisman paper, one hundred blue talisman paper, and twenty orange talisman paper. This is something that has never happened before. It also shows that half of the thunder-striking peach wood is a real and good material. If the islanders were not there, they would give it to us!" said the fifth-level talisman master who was called "Senior Brother Lan".

However, as soon as he finished speaking, it was Zhang Zhenren's turn to look ugly...
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