"And this is a fellow Ke Daoyou from our Xiumu City who has been immersed in the way of talisman making for more than 300 years. ”

The big butler of Xiuyi looked at the short middle-aged man who was already sitting next to the three big housekeepers of Xiumu City on the left.

"Friends, friends, you can call the old man Ke Lao. ”

The short middle-aged Ke Lao hugged his fists and smiled at everyone.

"Fellow Daoists, I will explain to you the rules of this finals. ”

The housekeeper looked at the audience and explained.

The finals of this talisman contest are also based on a scoring system, but unlike the previous full score system, the total score of this talisman contest is 100 points.

This 100 points were scored by the four big butlers of Xiumu City in the ring, as well as the diminutive monk Ke Lao, as well as people from Kaishan City and Red Lantern Temple.

The total score that each person can give is 10, and the total score given by the ten judges is counted in the ranking.

In the first round of the finals, their scores will be listed, and only those in the top 100 will be able to enter the next round.

The higher the score, the more benefits they can get and the more likely they are to advance to the next round.

And this time, the judges are undoubtedly professional and seem to be very fair.

If one of the judges is biased in favor of their respective forces, anyone present can raise an objection......

"Okay, in the finals of this talisman making competition, we still have plenty of time, so unlike before, all of you Daoists can come forward one by one and show their talisman making skills. ”

After the housekeeper said this, Fang Yan and the others were stunned, but they didn't expect that this time they would not show off their skills on the same stage with everyone, but go alone.

"As for the order of precedence, for the sake of fairness, the ten of us decided to let all the fellow Daoists draw lots to decide. ”

As soon as Xiuyi's butler's voice fell, a monk from the foundation building period escort team walked out of the crowd, holding a square wooden box in his hand, and came to the first row of participating monks.

The monk put his hand into it and took a token.

This token is not depicted, but written in special ink, so it is impossible to judge the numbers on these number plates by feel, everything is a matter of luck.

After the participating monk drew the number plate, the monk of the foundation building period, who was holding the wooden box, took the wooden box again and came to the other monk.

......

Finally, it was Fang Yan's turn.

Without hesitation, Fang Yan put his hand in and found that his number plate was one hundred and eighty-three.

After Fang Yan, the wooden box was held in front of Shi Cheng on the right, and Shi Cheng's number plate was ninety-five.

After everyone had drawn out the number plate representing their serial number, the monk holding the wooden box retreated.

At this time, a delicate woman with the same advanced cultivation appeared in the ring, and Fang Yan and other low-level monks could not see it at all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, little girl Xiu Wu, serve as the host of this finals. ”

Xiu Wu said, and after saluting the chief manager of Xiumu City on the left and right, and the Kaishan City on the right and the people of the Red Lantern Temple, he bowed to Fang Yan and the others again.

"Xiugo?"

As far as Fang Yan knew, there were only four big butlers in Xiumu City, could this Xiu Wu be the successor of a certain big butler?

At this moment, everyone was attracted by the identity of this woman's show five, and their faces were groaning.

At this time, Fang Yan also subconsciously looked to the left side of the ring, and saw that except for the four big butlers, the other three big butlers also showed surprise at this moment.

Only then, a trace of worry flashed on the faces of the three chief butlers, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

However, a moment later, the four butlers of Xiumu City returned to normal.

"Okay, fellow Daoists, in the first round of the finals, let's start with the low-level talismans. ”

Xiu Wu said and looked at the audience.

Hearing this, several monks immediately carried a well-colored spiritual wood table and a chair and placed them in the middle of the ring.

"On this, there are enough materials to make common low-level runes, and you fellow Daoists can come up to make runes at that time.

As for the type of talisman, we don't prescribe it, just make what you are good at. ”

"However, it is worth noting that it is best for you to make your own familiar talismans, although in the process of making talismans, it is inevitable to fail.

But once you fail ten times......"

Xiu Wu once again explained some precautions in detail, and only after there were no mistakes did he step aside and stand up.

"Fellow Daoists who have obtained the No. 1 token, please step forward!"

As soon as Xiuwu's words fell, a thin young man with a worried face stood up from the crowd and walked towards the ring.

Everyone looked at the thin young man one after another, and a look of sympathy flashed in their eyes.

After all, the first monk to go up will inevitably be nervous, and he is the only one on the stage, presumably a little worse mentality, which will affect the performance.

However, this is a number plate drawn by myself, and I can't say anything.

When the thin young man came to the ring, he respectfully clasped his fists left and right and saluted, and then came to sit down in front of the table in the middle.

The thin young man swept over the table and found that he found that the material of a low-level talisman he wanted to draw was also available, and his face was suddenly happy.

Afterwards, the thin young man put away all the materials of the low-level talisman he wanted to draw, tried his best to restrain his nervousness and apprehension, and then began to pick up the talisman pen and dipped it in cinnabar to draw.

At this moment, the thin young man was shocked to find that the place he was in had changed, and all the eyes around him seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

After those scrutinizing and inquiring eyes disappeared, the apprehension and nervousness on the thin young man's face also disappeared.

At this moment, the thin young man has completely forgotten that he is participating in the talisman making competition, and he doesn't remember anything about the finals.

Everything around him, in the eyes of the thin young man, had become the room where he often made talismans, a room that made him familiar and reassuring.

Even, inexplicably, the emaciated young man had a feeling of extreme relief.

All the noise and distraction between heaven and earth are completely gone at this moment!

Fang Yan and the others naturally didn't know about all this, everyone looked at the thin young man who was calm and relaxed strangely, obviously he still had a worried look on his face before, he didn't expect to be calm and calm so quickly, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart.

So, the thin young man began to make talismans without distraction.

After failing several times in a row, the thin young man finally drew a low-level talisman, looking at the talisman in his hand, the thin young man's face showed a look of relief.

And just when the thin young man just put down the talisman pen, everything around him changed instantly, and the thin young man remembered that he was now in the talisman making competition.

But at this moment, since the talisman in his hand had been successfully made, most of the thin young man's nervous expression had disappeared.

"Okay! This fellow Daoist has successfully made a low-level talisman, please give your scores to the judges!"

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