Chapter 511 Isn't It Just a Ghost Painting?

When Yun Chujiu and Xue Wuji were halfway through eating, Di Beiming walked over with a blank expression, took out a chair and sat down, then took out a pair of bowls and chopsticks and ate slowly.

The blood is pumping without extreme anger, what's the matter, this is what this young master got it from staying up late, you face paralysis came to eat free food! However, if he finds trouble with Di Beiming, the little sister will definitely be unhappy, that's all, eat this face paralyzed! Just feed the pigs!

Xue Wuji soon discovered that Di Beiming and Yun Chujiu had no communication throughout the whole process, oh, it seems that the two have not reconciled! This young master's great opportunity has come!

So, Xue Wuji kept showing his diligence: "Little sister, is this Xiao Long Bao still to your liking?"

Yun Chujiu nodded: "It's delicious."

"Sister Jiu, my brother bought a lot of drawers, and I will transfer them to you later, lest you go back to Linghuazong and you won't be able to eat them. My brother also bought you some spiritual fruits, and you will get rid of the greasy after eating..."

Click!

The chopsticks in Di Beiming's hand snapped! Di Beiming calmly took out a pair of chopsticks and continued to eat.

Xue Wuji felt a little cold inexplicably, and finally restrained a little.

After the three of them had breakfast, the head of Xuanyuan led the people of Linghua Sect to the competition venue.

In front of the Wuwei Tower, a high platform has been erected for the competition. There are also two rows of seats on the high platform, which are reserved for the four leaders and referees.

Different from the first trial of the Tower of Wuwei, this time there were many, many people who came to watch the trial.

After half an hour, the competition officially started!

The order of the competition is based on talisman, tool refining, formation and alchemy. A total of 20 people will participate in each competition. For every five disciples sent to participate in the competition, the corresponding points will be awarded according to the final ranking. After the four competitions are completed, each group The points of the disciples are added up and then ranked.

The head of Xuanyuan was very relaxed. Since the first round of the Wuwei Pagoda trial Linghuazong won the first place, even if the last place in this round of tests is acceptable, it is still acceptable.

On the left of Yun Chujiu sat the expressionless Emperor Beiming, and on the right sat the gallant Xue Wuji!

"Little Sister Jiu, I specially bought you a lot of snacks. You can watch it while you eat it. Anyway, you won't be on stage to participate in the competition, just watch the fun."

Yun Chujiu said with a smile: "Thank you brother Wuji, you are right, I won't participate in the competition anyway, I will just cheer them on!"

Seeing Yun Chujiu and Xue Wuji chatting non-stop, Emperor Beiming gritted his teeth angrily, thinking of what Yun Chujiu said, he still endured it.

The competition started soon. The first round was the charm competition, and the content of the competition was the second-level flame charm.

It was the first time that Yun Chujiu saw someone making a talisman. He watched curiously with his eyes wide open. He saw that the contestants were holding a special talisman pen, dipped in the blood of a monster, and then slowly drew on the special talisman paper. .

"Brother Wuji, why did they draw so slowly?" Yun Chujiu asked in confusion.

"Little Ninth Sister, you don't know, the production of this talisman is about the uniformity of the output of spiritual power. If the output of spiritual power is not stable, then the talisman paper will burn itself..."

As if to verify Xue Wuji's words, a disciple of the Bixiao Palace on the stage might be nervous and the uneven spiritual power caused the talisman paper in his hand to burn!

There is no doubt that this talisman production failed, and this disciple is naturally the last in this round of talisman competition!

Yun Chujiu stared closely at the movements of those disciples, thinking in his heart, isn't it just a ghost painting talisman? As for that slow? !