My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

Today's competition adopts the form of a two-on-two knockout tournament, which means that as long as you can win one game, you will be in the top 50.

Yun Yang Zhenren finally said: "In order to be fair, the order of appearance will be decided by drawing lots. Now everyone line up to draw lots."

After saying that, someone brought up a wooden box. It could be seen that there was a small restriction on the box, which was to prevent the cultivators from cheating with their spiritual sense.

Chu Ci followed Han Feiyu, and the two chatted while waiting in line.

"Chu Ci, you are really good. I didn't expect that your cultivation level is not high, but your level of talisman making is not low."

"No, no, that's why I often refine these two kinds of talismans. If I change to other talismans, I won't be able to do it."

Just as the two were talking, Chu Ci suddenly felt someone bump into him with great force, and he sat down on the ground without any preparation.

When he looked up, he found that the person who bumped into him was Jiang Junjie who came to cause trouble yesterday.

"Ouch, sorry, are you okay, brother? Let me help you up."

As Jiang Junjie said this, he pretended to support Chu Ci. As soon as his hand grabbed the shoulder, Chu Ci felt a sharp pain. This guy definitely did it on purpose.

It hurts! Chu Ci instinctively wanted to shake it off, but found that he was being held tightly.

Then Jiang Junjie said with a smile: "Junior brother, the ground is cold, please get up quickly."

After saying this word, Jiang Junjie exerted force on his hands.

Hiss! Chu Ci broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't expect Jiang Junjie to be so strong that his bones seemed to be crushed.

"What are you doing!" Han Feiyu, who was standing by, saw that Chu Ci had a strange expression on his face, so he quickly came over and pushed Jiang Junjie, wanting him to let go. Unexpectedly, Jiang Junjie didn't move at all.

Han Feiyu was stunned, and then he pushed Jiang Junjie away with both hands.

Jiang Junjie looked at Han Feiyu, then at Chu Ci, and sneered: "Since Junior Brother doesn't need my support, forget it. I hope we can compete on the ring."

After saying that, he turned and walked out. A beautiful female monk next to him looked at Chu Ci with disgust, then she put her arm around Jiang Junjie and walked out of the crowd.

Chu Ci then noticed that Chen Yun was also beside Jiang Junjie, and the two of them looked like a couple.

Han Feiyu frowned and watched the two people go away, then turned to Chu Ci and asked, "How did you offend this person?"

Chu Ci smiled bitterly and didn't explain.

"This Jiang Junjie is not ordinary. From what I have observed, he may have practiced some kind of body-building technique. You have to be careful."

"Body-strengthening technique?" Chu Ci asked doubtfully. No wonder the opponent's seemingly casual grab just now made him almost cry out in pain.

Before they had time to check their injuries, it was their turn to draw lots. Han Feiyu reached into the wooden box and took out a piece of wood. He took a look at it and quickly put it into his clothes.

If your opponent sees your number and makes targeted preparations, you will be at a disadvantage.

Chu Ci also drew a wooden board. He looked down and saw that it was number 64, which meant that he would be fighting against the monk number 63 in a while.

Both of them installed the wooden boards and turned to walk out of the side hall.

After coming out, Chu Ci felt severe pain in his left shoulder and couldn't lift his entire arm. He made an excuse that he was going to the toilet and walked away.

There were more than a dozen toilets at the back of the square. Chu Ci found an empty one and went in.

He took off his clothes and exposed his shoulders. There was a dark bruise on his left shoulder, and the shape of a palm was very obvious.

Jiang Junjie was very ruthless in his attack. If Han Feiyu hadn't stopped him, he might have broken some bones.

This is a good opportunity to try out the effect of the Rejuvenation Talisman. A level 2 talisman should be able to easily heal this injury.

Chu Ci took out a rejuvenation talisman from his storage bag, stuck it on his body, and with a flash of light, the entire talisman sank into his body and disappeared.

At the same time, the bruises on his arms were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon they were as good as new.

The effect is quite good. This kind of injury cannot be recovered by using wood healing talismans.

Fortunately, I upgraded the golden pen yesterday, otherwise I would have played with an injury today and my combat effectiveness would have been greatly reduced.

When Chu Ci returned to the crowd, several sharp-eyed disciples immediately spotted him and ran over to ask about his well-being.

Soon more errand disciples came to join in the fun. Chu Ci also saw Zhao Yanyan, Sun Datou's former lover, in the crowd. She twisted her plump body and shouted Chu Ci's name, wanting to give him the tea she had brewed, but was instantly squeezed out by the others.

After finally dealing with this group of people, Chu Ci found a corner and stared at the competition on the stage.

While he was going to the bathroom, the performance on stage had already begun.

There are five pairs of monks fighting now. Each pair is inside a huge barrier, and outside each barrier there is a foundation-building monk protecting both fighting parties.

When low-level cultivators fight, they usually don't have many methods. It's nothing more than a one-on-one attack and defense, and it depends on who has deeper spiritual power, so the fight will take a longer time.

But there are exceptions. A cultivator on the stage, who appeared to be a disciple of the Wind and Thunder Hall, launched three purple lightning attacks at the other side as soon as the two sides started fighting. Each lightning was as thick as a bowl. The tall cultivator on the opposite side hurriedly raised a shield to block it.

At the same time, the disciple of the Wind and Thunder Hall flicked his finger, and a tiny ball of lightning shot out from his hand, but it did not go towards the opponent. Instead, it seemed to be controlled, circled around, and shot towards the back of the tall monk.

The tall monk was so flustered by the three lightning bolts that he didn't notice the lightning ball at all. He only discovered it when it was within a few feet of his body, but it was too late. He could only use his spiritual power to try his best to block it.

With a sound of magnetism, the lightning ball penetrated into the body without any hindrance, as if the spiritual power of the tall monk was useless.

Once hit, the tall monk felt as if his whole body was electrified. His hands and feet were no longer under his control and he fell to the ground with his head raised.

"Junior brother, thank you for letting me win!" The cultivator from Fenglei Hall clasped his fists and said with a smile.

The tall monk got up from the ground, blushing and clasping his fists. He knew that the other party was showing mercy, otherwise if the other party's lightning was a little stronger, he would probably have been electrocuted and knocked unconscious on the spot.

"Ma Zhijie from Fenglei Hall wins!"

In just one round, the winner was decided between the two monks.

"Now, please invite disciples No. 11 and No. 12 to come on stage!" Before the words were finished, two figures flew onto the stage.

Pairs of monks kept taking turns, the winners were elated and the losers were dejected, and Han Feiyu and Chen Yun also finished the competition one after another.

Han Feiyu was facing a disciple of the Bishui Hall who was also at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Although their cultivation levels were similar, Han Feiyu had a hard time because water controls fire.

The battle lasted for more than half an hour. As Han Feiyu's fan-shaped magic weapon shot out a fire dragon and threw three fire python talismans in a row, the opponent's protective barrier was finally shattered, and Han Feiyu finally won.

However, Han Feiyu also consumed a lot of spiritual energy and was exhausted and out of breath. After he got off the stage, he quickly sat down to meditate and rest.

Chen Yun's situation was much better. She controlled a top-grade flying sword and slashed left and right, breaking six or seven of the opponent's Vajra Talismans in succession, forcing her opponent into a corner, and finally forcing him to admit defeat.

Because all members of the Golden Talisman Sect make talismans, there are regulations for the sect's arena competitions, which allow talismans to be used, but only up to ten.