Gods, Demons and Emperors

Naturally, other people outside the court did not dare to obstruct him in any way, but they always looked at Fang Chen and the others with a strange look.

Enter the hall and walk through the main entrance corridor to the place where the magician draws talismans.

There were about fifty people in the hall, including men, women, old and young, of all races. Of course, the majority were Qing people.

There are jade tables around, some are drawing talismans on the tables, and some are sitting cross-legged and meditating, looking for inspiration.

"This is the Talisman Painting Hall, where most second- and third-level magicians study Taoism." Sheng Qin introduced.

Fang Chen looked around, and finally his eyes fell on one person, because this person was starting to prepare to draw the talisman.

So he directly opened the Blue and White Dao Pupil, and also activated the God and Demon Heavenly Dao Bone.

At this moment, the man sat cross-legged and finished meditating. When he opened his eyes, a flash of spiritual light exploded. He then lifted the pen and dropped it. The pen danced in the talisman, and the spiritual light kept flashing. However, the pen never left the painting from the beginning to the end, until a talisman appeared. Completely done.

Fang Chen discovered that it only took ten breaths from the time he picked up the pen to the end of the talisman, which was unbelievably fast.

But at the same time, he also discovered that the probability of failure of the talisman was also terrifyingly high. At the same time, all the people who drew the talisman failed except for the one just now.

But even if they failed, they just sighed helplessly and threw away the talisman without feeling any distress.

Only then did he realize that the material cost of drawing a talisman was actually terrifyingly low!

He asked Sheng Qin: "How much does a talisman cost?"

Sheng Qin said casually: "The one you just looked at is a second-level low-grade talisman. It can probably be sold for about four thousand."

Fang Chen was quite disappointed when he heard this: "It's only four thousand spirit stones."

Sheng Qin joked: "A middle-grade spiritual stone."

And these words made Fang Chen tremble. He actually sold four thousand middle-grade spiritual stones at the second level! This money is too good to make.

"How many spiritual stones are needed for that material?" he asked again.

Sheng Qin said: "A better talisman pen costs about 100,000 mid-grade spiritual stones, but the pen can be used all the time. And the good talisman paper only costs a hundred medium-grade spiritual stones."

However, the failure rate of talismans reaches 70%, even for masters. This is why talismans are sold so expensive, but even so, the supply is still in short supply. After all, the power of magician's talismans is much more powerful than ordinary talismans. One in hand is the trump card. "

Fang Chen's heart moved: "If the grade is higher, wouldn't it be possible to sell it at a better price?"

His eyes lit up when he thought of this! Although he has no shortage of spiritual stones, he lacks cultivation resources, especially the resources for integrating the orifice.

What's more, even if he can really break through the spiritual sea in the future, the resources required are not what his current assets can bear.

If he mastered this way, wouldn't it?

Fang Chen stared at these people drawing talismans. In the eyes of others, the magician was just writing.

But in Fang Chen's eyes, these people's trajectories, rules, and even the use of spiritual power, the operation of Tao, etc. were all revealed to him without reservation, and at the same time, he was once again operating the Gods and Demons Heavenly Dao Bones!

After watching it several times, Fang Chen suddenly realized and murmured to himself: "That's it."

He has realized something.

Mengyao saw this and said, "What? Are you interested in this talisman?"

Fang Chen nodded: "I just took a look, and it doesn't feel too difficult."

What he said was not big talk.

"Not difficult?"

But these words made Sheng Qin dissatisfied, and he snorted coldly: "Huh, I drew talismans at the age of six, became a first-level magician at the age of twelve, a second-level magician at the age of twenty, and a third-level magician at the age of thirty. The amount of paper used to practice the talismans is Yiji, you actually said it’s not difficult? Do you really think it’s enough to just draw a few strokes on the paper?”

Sheng Qin's arrival certainly attracted the attention of many people, and Fang Chen's words immediately attracted the attention of others.

A woman came over and said disdainfully: "That's right, you little human ant, I don't know where you got the courage to say such big words!"

The woman is about twenty-three or four years old, Qingren, with a pure and beautiful appearance and light makeup on her face.

When Sheng Qin saw this woman, she smiled rarely: "Yan Jiao, you are here."

Yan Jiao nodded with a smile and said, "I've been here a long time ago, haven't I been waiting for you?"

Then she looked at Fang Chen again, with a hint of disgust in her disdain: "Where did this human race come from? Not only are they despicable, but they are so shameless. Do you know why I started to meditate? Why did I start writing? Why did I start writing?" Why? It’s easy to speak up when you don’t understand anything?

Sheng Qin, why did you bring these lowly people to the Shu Dao Hall? "

Sheng Qin said: "Yan Jiao, don't be rude. Although this guy likes to brag, they are my grandpa's distinguished guests."

"I see. No wonder you are so arrogant."

Yan Jiao suddenly understood, but she didn't want to let Fang Chen go like this. How could she let Fang Chen go so easily if he was ridiculed by a lowly person and didn't make him look embarrassed?

She stared at Fang Chen and said coldly: "Boy, you have to pay a price for speaking big words. You said drawing a talisman is easy, so draw a talisman now!"

Fang Chen frowned slightly. He didn't expect that his casual words would cause such a big reaction from the other party.

What I just said was indeed exaggerated, but it was also true. But the other party humiliated him again and again, and he didn't intend to let him go.

"So what about paintings."

He wanted to keep a low profile, but the other party actually provoked him, so he didn't want to be polite anymore. It just so happened that he also planned to try drawing talismans.

Yan Jiao continued: "If you can succeed, I will give you a spiritual pen worth 100,000 medium-grade spiritual stones. If you fail, then kneel down and apologize!"

Mengyao frowned slightly and sent a message to Fang Chen: "If it doesn't work, don't agree."

"Don't worry." Fang Chen replied: "Since you dare to answer, you are sure."

Meng Yao was surprised: "Do you really understand? But you didn't know about this magic talisman today."

"All the ways are the same, I have a general understanding and some confidence." Fang Chen replied.

Meng Yao was even more surprised. She knew that this talisman was difficult, and there were very few people who could practice it among the human race.

Although it is not impossible to practice, it is much inferior to the Qing people in terms of talent.

But seeing Fang Chen so confident, she was also curious whether he could really understand the talisman at a glance, so she didn't stop him.

Even if he couldn't, she would do it herself.

The matter here naturally attracted the attention of everyone present, and they gathered around, knowing what was going on.

For Fang Chen, a human, to say such big words, she was angry and contemptuous at the same time.

"What, you dare to talk big but don't dare to respond?"

"Haha, this is the human race, a lowly race that can only talk big."

"Such a race actually wants to compete for the top, it's ridiculous."

"It's just a flash in the pan."

Everyone mocked and despised, and more people encouraged Fang Chen to agree.

When he failed, they would humiliate him.

Fang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and finally his eyes fell on Yan Jiao: "Okay, I agree to your request, but I don't need your pen, I want you"