Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Ouyang Mo's cheeks turned red, and he breathed out a breath. He felt his blood boiling, feeling very comfortable.

Every time he makes a talisman, he will have this feeling, as if he is leading thousands of troops into a battle formation, and he is the marshal who is strategizing.

Now that we have secured another position, how can we not be excited?

Looking at the purple electric talisman made in front of me, although the quality is not particularly good, it is also related to the common spiritual materials used to make the talisman.

Being able to turn this kind of rubbish spiritual material into a purple electric talisman that can kill at least ten levels of Qi refining instantly, I can count the number of people in the world who can do this on two hands.

After putting the Purple Lightning Talisman away, Ouyang Mo looked towards Fang Chen with a half-smile. Seeing that Fang Chen was still in the initial steps of making the Purple Lightning Talisman, the smile on his face became more intense.

Just as he was preparing to refine the next Purple Lightning Talisman, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at Fang Chen carefully for a while, and then realized that there was already a completed Purple Lightning Talisman beside him!

The smile on Ouyang Mo's face gradually disappeared, and while he continued to make the next purple electric talisman in an orderly manner, his mind flashed.

Why is the other party faster than him?

"Could it be that he possesses some kind of special magic weapon that can suppress his spiritual power to a level that ordinary people cannot?"

Various thoughts were running through his mind. Ouyang Mo suddenly condensed his expression and suppressed all distracting thoughts to start making the next purple electric talisman.

It doesn't matter if he is fast, as long as the quality is not as good as his, the opponent will definitely lose. It can only be said that the opponent is indeed somewhat talented in the way of talismans.

Since he couldn't save face as a disciple of the Dayan Taoist Sect, he had to regain some face for the Dayan Taoist Sect from Fang Chen as a disciple of the Huangyuan.

Today's talisman fight, he will win!

Neither side had any verbal disputes over the fighting talisman, and everything was going on peacefully.

"Did you notice it?"

The Huayan Master suddenly looked solemn: "Each of his purple electric talismans...the production time is exactly the same, with almost no difference."

Many people nodded lightly. These are all the masters of the Fu Department. They are monks in the Hedao stage and are proficient in the art of talismans. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are masters. You can't see this.

"This kind of phenomenon will only appear in the senior Fu Lu Master. It can only be said that in the Purple Lightning Talisman, his strength is already comparable to that of the Fu Lu Master."

"Yes, even you and I may not be able to defeat him in this way."

"It's a pity that he is not a disciple of the Fu Bu. If he were a disciple of the Fu Bu, he would definitely be very dazzling in the future."

Amidst everyone's chatter, Fang Chen unknowingly began to make the last purple electric talisman.

At the same time, something seemed to have gone wrong on Ouyang Mo's side, and a half-completed talisman suddenly burned into ashes.

Ouyang Mo's face instantly became very ugly, and he was silent for several breaths before he started to refine the next purple lightning talisman.

"Junior Brother Ouyang is confused."

"If it were you and me, I'm afraid it would be chaotic."

“It’s a pity that one talisman was broken, and now there are only nine talismans left, which is already inferior in this regard.

If the quality of the two talismans is similar, then Junior Brother Fang wins. "

Not long after that.

Fang Chen put down the last purple lightning talisman in his hand. He did not disturb Ouyang Mo, but just waited quietly.

Ouyang Mo was also making the last purple electric talisman, and he soon succeeded in making the talisman. When he saw that Fang Chen had finished the work early, the expression on his face became more and more ugly.

When Mr. Zhao saw this, a faint smile appeared on his face. With a wave of his hand, the formation covering the two people was immediately removed.

"Now that the talisman making is completed, let's start the talisman fight. Let's take a look at the purple electric talisman of the two of you. Which one is of higher quality? I happened to be passing by here today and added some luck. The winner will get one hundred middle-grade souls. stone."

Mr. Zhao smiled.

When Ouyang Mo saw that Mr. Zhao was coming in person, he quickly clasped his fists and bowed, feeling suddenly very uneasy.

"This Mr. Zhao should have appeared in the Ancient Demon Wasteland."

Fang Chen felt that the other person's tone was very familiar, and he also cupped his fists and bowed.

Then the two of them opened a certain distance, and at Mr. Zhao's instruction, they simultaneously threw the purple electric talisman towards each other, stimulating the power of the purple electric talisman.

boom--

Both purple lightning talismans erupted with bright electric light, and then bombarded each other, but Fang Chen's purple lightning talisman seemed to be more powerful. After a stalemate for a while, it drowned Ouyang Mo's purple lightning talisman. The thunderous purple lightning talisman The force almost fell on Ouyang Mo.

"You win the first round."

Mr. Zhao looked at Fang Chen and smiled.

Everyone looked at each other. It seemed that Ouyang Mo was not only unable to match his speed, but also seemed to be unable to keep up with the quality of the Purple Lightning Talisman.

Ouyang Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Come again."

The two of them threw out a purple lightning talisman again. This time, the purple lightning talismans of both sides seemed to be competing against each other, and the stalemate lasted for several breaths.

Ouyang Mo's eyes showed a hint of hope.

But the next second, his purple lightning talisman dissipated first again, but Fang Chen's took a while to dissipate.

Make a decision!

In the second round, Fang Chen still won!

Ouyang Mo's heart was already cold, but he still had seven purple electric talismans and was unwilling to give up!

As the purple electric symbols collided, Ouyang Mo felt an invisible hammer tapping his heart.

Again and again.

After all the remaining seven purple lightning talismans were exhausted, his expression became extremely pale, his whole body seemed to have lost strength, and his legs even began to tremble slightly.

Of the nine purple lightning talismans, he failed to win any of them, and now Fang Chen still has one purple lightning talisman left in his hand. There is almost no suspense in this talisman fight. Fang Chen wins with a crushing force and cannot tolerate the slightest correction by others.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, I accept the offer."

Fang Chen smiled and cupped his hands.

Ouyang Mo looked like his dead father, with a pale face he cupped his hands and said with a forced smile:

"Junior Brother Fang's Talisman Tao talent far exceeds mine. Today, he made Junior Brother Fang laugh."

"Just know your shortcomings, and spend some energy to make up for the shortcomings, so that you can go further and further."

Mr. Zhao said softly.

"What the teacher teaches is that the disciple understands."

Ouyang Mo's complexion gradually improved and he cupped his fists and bowed.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Zhao threw one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones to Fang Chen, then turned and left without staying here too long.

To her, today's talisman fight was just a small competition among the younger generations, and it was harmless.

"Junior Brother Fang, this is your middle-grade spiritual stone."

Hua Miaoqing handed over to Fang Chen the middle-grade spiritual stones that she had kept on her behalf, totaling two hundred and four.

Including Mr. Zhao's one hundred, Fang Chen's net worth increased by 20%, and the number of middle-grade spiritual stones reached more than 1,200.

This amount is not easy to come up with even for a third-level monk.

"Senior Sister Hua, I will continue to go to the library to read for a while."

Fang Chen said hello and flew towards the library.

The flower talker walked up to the expressionless Ouyang Mo and said calmly:

"Junior Brother Ouyang, it's best not to bring the feud between you and Junior Brother Fang to the Barren Courtyard. You know the rules of our Barren Courtyard. The dean doesn't like to kill each other."

Ouyang Mo nodded palely: "I... understand."