Tushan Chujiu quietly looked at the heat wave brushing through her body, the slightly distorted figure of the witch after the heat wave, and the boy opened his mouth, as if he had said something, but she couldn't hear a word.
The series of magical impacts caused by the collision of Jueyin Bird and the fireball made her blood tumbling all over her body, and a buzzing sound in her ears. She felt her face getting hot.
This should be the sequelae of the tumultuous blood. She thought in her heart. Of course, it may also be because of the heat waves that are still rolling on the stage.
She took a deep breath and was still very calm.
“It’s still time to stop now.”
Tu Shanchujiu looked at Zheng Qing with a calm expression, and his hand in his sleeve in front of him quickly pinched the magic trick. The three fox tails that were originally raised behind him suddenly opened, like a blooming iris flower, with a bit of sincerity in his tone: "I have just figured out the attack method I will use next. It is very powerful, but I am not skilled enough... If I lose control, you will probably go to the hospital for a while. So, it is still time to stop now."
This is a very tactful way to persuade surrender.
Zheng Qing smiled shyly, without saying a word, and also politely rejected the witch's kindness.
Negotiation failed.
The fox tail behind the witch suddenly fell, and the sound of the wind suddenly rose.
Fire beads as big as beans appeared silently around Tushan Chujiu, like a group of foraging lights, spinning and flying lively and enthusiastically in the strong wind.
Zheng Qing saw it very clearly.
Although the fire beads were much smaller this time, the blazing feeling became stronger and stronger. Even just a glance showed a feeling of burning eyes. In addition, the wind assisted the fire, Tushan Chujiu's saying "very powerful" is definitely not a false statement.
He let out a sigh of relief, took out a stack of talismans that had been prepared from the gray cloth bag, skillfully removed the thin deer-skin lines that tied them, and stretched out his hand and dozens of talismans that were flashing with glimmers floated neatly and arranged in front of him.
Still no Dharma books or mantras are used.
But this time, no matter on the bank of Crescent Lake or above Lishan, everyone saw the curse light flashing at the fingertips of the male witch.
The spell lights were like dragonflies, clicking through the talisman papers.
Light blue birds rolled out of the spell light, flapping their wings, surrounding the male and witches, staring vigilantly at the rain of fire that seemed to fall at any time around the witch.
Everyone held their breath.
The aura on the stage was almost frozen.
Zheng Qing didn't know how long this depressing atmosphere lasted - it might have been a confrontation for a long time, or it might have been just a moment - he just felt a hot wind coming and his mind moved slightly.
"Like the wind surrounds! With wings!"
"Like that rain and snow! Gather the Weishen first!"
The light blue birds sang melodious spells, and rushed towards the fire beads against the wind with a stream of cold air. This time, there was no violent magical impact of ice and fire collision on the stage, nor the rolling heat waves after the fire beads got out of control. There was only the war between birds and insects - either the birds pecked at the "light bugs", or the insects melted the birds.
The strong wind swept through the Yifu platform, and the steaming water vapor was sent to a high place before it was formed and accumulated together. Soon, a thick layer of clouds condensed not far above the Yifu platform.
Tushan Chujiu looked at the light blue figures passing by the water vapor, and anger rose inexplicably in his heart.
She had reason to be angry.
On the one hand, she felt frustrated because of the other party again and again.
On the other hand, it is because of the talisman used by the other party.
Indeed, talismans are also one of the normal methods for wizards to fight enemies. But in places like the Modao, everyone will tacitly not use talismans, because it is difficult to truly demonstrate a wizard's mastery of magic skills. In Tushan Chujiu's mind, Su Shijun's man should not only have this little tool.
"I'm curious, how many talismans do you have to waste like this?"
The witch's eyebrows slightly raised, and her tone was a hint of provocation and dissatisfaction.
"I drew these talismans myself."
Zheng Qing rarely explained.
This is also the first thing Zheng Qing said after the challenge began. When he spoke, he smiled embarrassedly, moved out a paulownia box from the gray cloth bag, wiped the dust on it, and then opened the lid of the box, which was filled with neat standard talismans, pierced one by one.
There was an uproar on the banks of Crescent Lake.
Even the old wizards above Lishan were silent for a moment.
Everyone knows that talismans are convenient and powerful. But people rarely use talismans in places like the ritual stage because it is too unprofitable. To put it more commonly, large-scale use of talismans is to burn money. What is competing with is not the magic skills of the wizards, but their respective wealth and wealth.
Just like now.
When Zheng Qing looked out, he saw that there were at least a thousand talismans inside. According to the market price of a standard talisman and a golden bean on the market, there were at least one hundred and twenty talismans in this box. You should know that many small families had only two or three hundred jade coins in their entire working capital.
Although the Tushan family has a solid foundation, it is not as generous as to waste hundreds of jade coins on such occasions.
"It makes sense for Congressman Su to choose him just by looking at such generous tricks."
Zhan Yuchen lay on the railing, looking at the 'golden' box on the stage, his tone was a little depressed: "No wonder this kid dared to be half-hearted..."
"Why do I think he was quite poor before?" Deng Xiaojian's face was filled with suspicion.
"Many rich people like to pretend to be poor." Zhao Qiao showed a look of grace on his face and sighed heavily: "...it's like many big people like to pretend to be little wizards and play Fengchen."
"Tactics are just one aspect. Don't you think that his use of the transforming curse is the most exciting place?" Zhang Shuzhi hugged his arms, and his tone was a little emotional: "No wonder my younger brother is willing to surrender."
On the stage.
Tushan Chujiu looked at the thousands of talismans in the box, his face turned pale.
It looks very much like the color of the fluff on her tail.
She screamed, and the three fox tails that had originally hung on the ground behind her were twisted together like windmills, turning into a larger, larger, but became somewhat ugly due to excessive force. The undulating lines of the fox tails were like strong muscles, giving people a strong sense of visual impact.
At the same time, the Dharma books floating in front of the witch were also windless, and they flipped the page quickly, and the rapid spells were connected together, making people feel as if she had three tongues and recited several spells at the same time. The sound became blurred and distorted due to the mix, which almost made people unable to tell whether she was chanting a spell or simply screaming.
The strong wind blew.
The clouds accumulated above the head are painted black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Thunder rumbling from the clouds.
One silver-white fireball as big as beans mixed with white thunder beads fell from the clouds in the sound of wind and thunder, and like a sudden rain in summer, it covered the sky and smashed towards Zheng Qing's head. Every time one meter landed, the fireballs and thunder beads rose a little larger. In just a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the whole world had turned white.
He let out a sigh of relief.
Pressing his hands on the copper-plate book, the thick magic power surged out from the unknown, poured into the spell he copied, and a spell light enveloped the paulownia box. In just a moment, it seemed as if a thousand birds woke up in the morning, and the boy's hair was blown up with a dense and sharp chirping.
Then the birds rushed out of the box like a flood, facing the sky full of fire.