Chapter 127 One stroke of wind instrument (four thousand)

Just when Lin Xiao was still wondering why the talisman competition hadn't started yet, he heard a noise from the left side of the arena.

Turning around, he saw that a passage suddenly opened up in the crowd, and then among the greetings and greetings, four or five vague figures were walking towards the ring while clasping their fists in return.

It didn't take long for the five people to come to the stage. Judging from their appearance and behavior, except for the middle-aged man in the middle, they should be the owners of various talisman shops.

However, the one who firmly caught Lin Xiao's eyes was an old man with frosty hair and a strong spirit. For no other reason than that, he was the master of Mingyu Pavilion, the foundation-building monk Lu Rong.

Several people on the stage showed humility to each other, and four of them each looked for the company flags and sat down. However, the middle-aged man strolled forward, stood in the middle of the stage, looked around at the monks under the stage, clasped his fists and saluted, and the originally noisy voice suddenly became quiet.

Quiet.

"Xun Chenglie of Xia Songfeng Hall has met all of you fellow Taoists! Today is the last round of the Talisman Formation Competition in the Grand Ceremony. I am honored to invite four long-famous Talisman Formation masters from Zhushanfang City to judge."
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As soon as they finished speaking, the four people stood up, clasped their fists, and formally bowed to everyone in the audience. What followed was a roar of applause.

When the others sat down again, Xun Chenglie turned his head and looked at the bustling martial arts arena at the other end of the square, and joked.

"The four competitions in this grand ceremony are more lively than anything else. Even if we are patting ourselves on the back, we can't compare to the rough guys on the martial arts stage. But in terms of temperament and elegance, this talisman array is more than one level higher than the other three.

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"Of course, when the debate begins, it's probably very reserved, but later on, it's hard to say..."

Xun Chenglie's words made everyone in the audience burst into laughter. They saw a smile on his face and raised his hand to press it slightly.

"This is just a joke. Don't take it seriously. But since we are elegant here, we will be elegant to the end. This competition only involves literary fighting, not martial arts. If we want to discuss, let's discuss the level of means, not

Add a little water, I think you are also a member of this way, and you can all serve as a witness."

All the monks in the audience nodded their heads after hearing this. The so-called "literary battle" of the talisman array is a well-known method of competition among the monks. Specifically, it is the same topic, and the participants in the "literary battle" each have their own skills.

After careful consideration, the talisman formation will be drawn, and everyone will comment on it. The one with better skills will win.

In this way, the outcome of victory or defeat depends solely on the means of the talisman array, and the participants do not have to fight, and there is no need to involve any martial arts strength, so it is naturally extremely fair.

At this time, someone in the audience shouted: "Wenduo couldn't be better! Fellow Taoist, you might as well say clearly, what is the competition today and what is the topic? Say it quickly!"

Unexpectedly, Xun Chenglie smiled when he heard this. "I, the host, have stood upright in the square for two hours without being anxious. Fellow Taoist, why are you anxious?"

"Hahaha..."

Everyone in the audience burst into laughter again. It was obvious that many people were struggling to keep up with the grand ceremony just now and couldn't stand it any longer.

After Xun Chenglie laughed, he raised his hand and said loudly: "Okay, without further ado, please invite all the monks who are competing on the stage today to come up to the stage and meet you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under the ring, a group of monks in dark blue clothes immediately burst into applause.

"Come on, Senior Brother——!"

"Show them the tricks of my Yuzhu Academy!"

"..."

Amidst the shouts and shouts, a figure flew onto the stage. As soon as he landed, he looked at the monks under the stage and clasped his fists, turned around and bowed to the five judges on the stage.

"Junior Yuzhu Academy, Pang Hui, pays homage to all seniors."

At this time, three more people flew onto the ring amidst the cheers.

"The juniors Yi Nian Tang Luan Zhiying, Bailushan Chen Yi, and Sanxiu Tang Haochu, pay their respects to all seniors..."

The five people at the top were smiling, bowing their heads and looking at the four young talents in front of them, and they were quite satisfied.

At this moment, a thin, middle-aged scribe quietly came up behind Lu Rong, bowed his head and whispered a few words, and then looked somewhere down the stage.

The master of Mingyu Pavilion was startled, turned around and asked a few questions, then also cast his gaze over.

Here Xun Chenglie raised his palm to give a false support, and when the four contestants stood up, he continued to speak.

"Now that everyone is here, I will tell you today's topic..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly stopped talking, bowed slightly towards the audience, turned around and walked towards Lu Rong.

The incident happened so suddenly that not to mention the four people on the stage, but also the many monks in the audience were confused as to what was going on.

I saw that Lu Rong had left the table to greet him, and whispered a few words to Xun Chenglie. Then the other three judges also came forward and gathered together, seeming to be discussing something.

Before anyone in the audience could start talking, several people nodded their heads and returned to their seats as if they had reached a consensus.

Xun Chenglie thought about it for a moment, looked up at the people in the audience and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, everyone, something happened at the moment. This originally four-person talisman array competition has to be joined by one more person."

While speaking, he suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the front of the ring, among the crowd, and raised his hand to invite you again.

"This little friend, you are watching from the audience, why don't you practice on the stage, then come up!"

After saying this, there was a sound of surprise, and countless eyes looked in the direction Xun Chenglie asked. In a small circle of open space left by the crowd, a young man with a tall and tall figure and handsome appearance was looking at him.

He pointed back at himself in surprise and said something.

"Me?"

This person is not Lin Xiao, who else could he be?

Xun Chenglie on the stage nodded directly and said: "Yes, it's my little friend."

But before he could give an explanation, the disciples from Yuzhu Academy in the distance looked at Lin Xiao with unkind expressions and said, "Isn't there something wrong with temporarily adding people to the competition in the grand ceremony?"

Hearing someone start, other monks also followed up and asked questions.

"Yeah, he's just a kid, but he's only at the third level of Qi Refining. Why do you suddenly ask him to come on stage?"

"It is precisely for this reason that he can jump in the queue halfway and come on stage to teach skills at this time. Where will he leave the fellow Taoists who were eliminated in the previous games?"

"That's right, how could he be so virtuous and capable? Why should he come to power!"

"..."

Seeing people in the audience questioning, Lu Rong, who was sitting in the chair, frowned slightly. Just when he was about to stand up and explain, he saw Xun Chenglie turned around and said softly.

"Old sir, don't move."

Then he turned back, swept across the whole place, and shouted aloud with his secret energy.

"Just because he broke the jade talisman Xuanhong in Mingyu Pavilion, is that enough?!"

Hearing such a reply, the shouts and cheers that had been coming and going all around the arena suddenly disappeared. The spectators seemed to have their throats suddenly choked. They turned off all the sounds and just stared blankly at the unmoving young man in the audience.

People have different looks.

Even the four Pang Hui people who were originally participating in the competition were looking at Lin Xiao with probing eyes.

At this time, everyone seems to have the same question in their minds - who is the person who has been hiding for two days and has never been found to solve the problem?

Xun Chenglie, who was standing on the stage, seemed to be aware of the silent questioning, so he said.

"Since all of you here are fellow practitioners of Fu Zhen, you should understand that in the same realm, the level of cultivation determines the lower limit, and the upper limit is determined by steady eyes, steady hands, and keen spiritual sense. If you still want to 'judge people by their appearance', but they fall into the inferior category,

This is not the original intention of this Tao."

This sentence made the audience completely silent. Regardless of whether anyone objected, it successfully silenced everyone.

Xun Chenglie also knew that he had suppressed it through his foundation-building cultivation and his status as the host of the arena. Just as he was about to say something to smooth things over, he heard Lu Rong, who was sitting behind him, get up and hold his fists.

"Fellow Taoist friends Haihan, this jade talisman of my name has been here for three generations. I think you should give me a little favor, and let me, a man buried in the soil, take this opportunity to give this person

Comparing skills on the field adds to the glory."

Everyone in the audience saw that Lu Rong, a time-honored foundation-building monk, came out to give an explanation in person. How could he object in words? After all, he had seen the truth in his hands. If he was not strong enough, he would be humiliating himself if he went up, and it would not affect the outcome.

At this time, Lu Rong asked Pang Hui and the four people on the stage again.

"I wonder what the kids think? Can you let this broken-hearted doll come on stage to play?"

Pang Hui and others hurriedly bowed and said: "Senior, you are polite, why not? We have no objection."

"Okay."

Lu Rong agreed, looked at Lin Xiao in the audience and said with a smile: "The front and back joints are connected, little friend, do you dare to go on stage and give it a try?"

Lin Xiao replied loudly: "Why don't you dare?"

After saying that, he jumped up, flew up to the ring, bowed to the judges, and fisted with Pang Hui and the other four. "Sorry for the intrusion."

Those people returned the gift without saying much.

At this time, Lin Xiao suddenly heard a secret voice in his ears. It was Lu Rong's voice. He heard him whisper softly - Since I want to use this method to get on stage, I will help you and give you the two hundred dollars under my name.

The brand name of the year is placed on my little friend so that I can take care of myself.

Lin Xiao smiled but didn't reply, thinking that with his little conspiracy, there was no hope of escaping the eyes of the foundation-building monk who had lived for a hundred years.

Today, unless he doesn't show up, as long as he shows up and is recognized by the shopkeeper of Mingyu Pavilion, Lu Rong will definitely try his best to get on stage.

To say why, just because the bonus was broken, for a time-honored brand, it is actually a matter of damaging its reputation.

If you want to recover, you have to either prove that the problem solver is opportunistic and incompetent; or you can find a way to praise the problem solver, preferably as a one-of-a-kind person, which not only achieves the fame of both parties, but also if it is done properly, you may be able to promote your own business.

to new heights.

After counting this way, where else can I find a more suitable place than this arena?
To be continued...