It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Whitebeard was thrown into the air and was about to turn in the air, but A Jiao didn't give him the chance and took out a paper figure from behind.

This was just given to him by his master. It was a paper figure of a strongman, and the muscles on his arms were as big as a mountain.

After the paper man grew bigger in the wind, he jumped over and hugged Whitebeard, who had just landed on the ground, with his arms.

"Ah hey——" Ajiao did a backflip and put the long knife on White Beard's neck.

"I don't want to play anymore. Isn't it okay for me to let you pass?" White Beard was hugged tightly by the paper man of the strongman.

The opponent's force was so great that it hurt his ribs.

Not to mention there was A Jiao. Even if A Jiao didn't take action, he suspected that the paper man behind him would be broken into two pieces alive.

Seeing that the old man had surrendered, Song Tang glanced at the incense that had not yet burned out, and after a moment of silence, he signaled the strongman paper figurine to let go.

The strongman paper figurine obediently let go, and something unexpected happened!

The white-bearded old man kicked back, kicked away the paper figure of the strongman behind him, and then pounced on Ajiao who had just put down the knife.

Song Tang had been prepared for this move, and almost at the same time, he attached a Qianjun Talisman to the white-bearded old man.

The old man instantly felt a huge force in front of him, which pulled him down at once.

With a thud, the old man with white beard fell to the ground.

Between him and the ground, there was a poor Ajiao.

However, this meat pad is just a piece of paper and cannot provide any shock-absorbing effect.

"Ouch, ouch - my waist -" the white-bearded old man held his waist and wailed.

Song Tang was startled and quickly ran over to peel off the talisman paper and help the man up.

The white-bearded old man rubbed his waist while taking the talisman from Song Tang's hand and asked, "Is this the Qianjun Talisman?"

Song Tang didn't understand and nodded.

"This talisman of yours is too strong. My waist is about to break." The white-bearded old man flipped through the talisman in his hand.

They soon discovered something was wrong. This talisman was different from the Qianjun Talisman they usually used. Its drawing method was more complicated and ancient.

Although this talisman is called the Qianjun Talisman, its actual force is less than 100 kilograms. At most, it can restrict the opponent's actions.

However, Song Tang's talisman could make him completely unable to move, as if a mountain was pressing down on his head. It must be really heavy.

He tilted his head to look at the two paper figures standing next to him, and stopped rubbing his waist. He touched his chin and said, "Your inheritance seems to be different from all the current sects."

"This is the unsimplified version, so it's naturally different." Song Tang told the truth.

"Finished? I made up my mind to give up the exam, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't catch up."

"You don't know whether you gave up voluntarily or passively. Don't flatter yourself."

"The second to last person laughs at the last person? You can do that!"

Qian Lai and Jin Bao are both troublesome people in the Taoist Association, and both are in their thirties.

Both of them have no talent, but they each represent a sect.

Now, each of these two sects only has this one descendant left. The seniors of the Taoist Association are just about to chew the rice into pieces and feed it to these two people.

They were afraid that the two sects would be destroyed before they could even close their doors.

Qian Lai and Jin Bao knew they had a heavy responsibility and really wanted to learn Taoism well, but the knowledge just wouldn't enter their brains.

Let alone Taoism, even drawing the most basic amulet may not be successful at the moment.

I have been taking the exam since I became an adult, but now more than ten years have passed and I still haven't received the Taoist certificate.

In order to make a living, the two still have to perform rituals outside, which is considered as practicing Taoism without a license, but the Taoist Association turns a blind eye.

Fortunately, these two people are very self-aware and would never dare to catch ghosts. They only dare to take on funeral ceremonies.

Although he may not be good at anything else, he is extremely skilled in the ritual process, so he is quite famous in the local area.

Ever since they heard that Song Tang was going to accept a disciple, the two of them stopped bickering for the first time in their lives and developed an inexplicable tacit understanding.

After hesitating for a few minutes, they both gave up the exam and ran out to watch the game.

With their levels, they naturally couldn't tell how good Song Tang was at drawing talismans. No matter how they hinted or explained, the teacher with a small mustache just wouldn't say anything.

The two had no choice but to run to the martial arts arena. Considering the white-bearded old man's identity as a Qigong practitioner, if Song Tang could hold on for an incense stick, he must really have some skills.

Little did they know that Song Tang had more than just skills. In less than ten minutes, the white-bearded old man was knocked down.

When they came over, they just saw the old man with white beard lying on the ground.

"Mr. Bai, did you really lose?" Qian Lai leaned on the martial arts stage, leaning forward with his plump, round face, looking incredulous.

Old Bai rubbed his waist. His sneak attack failed and the junior injured his waist. Qian Lai, the big mouth, saw it.

He could already imagine that soon the entire Xuanmen would know that he was beaten down by his juniors.

"So what?" Boss Bai frowned and glanced at Song Tang who was supporting him.

Song Tang touched her nose a little embarrassedly, and finally understood why Dean Zhang asked her to respect her teacher.

Perhaps what Dean Zhang wanted to say at that time was to let her respect the elderly and love the young?

It was also the first time for her to see someone with such an introverted spiritual aura. Coupled with his excellent skills, he really looked a bit like a Xuanmen person from thousands of years ago, so she took it a little seriously.

Who would have thought that just this little bit would cause this centenarian to sprain his waist.

Song Tang quickly took out a talisman for curing all diseases and handed it over, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't use enough force. Elder Bai, stick this talisman on your waist, and your back pain will get better in about ten minutes."

This is the complete version of the talisman that can cure all diseases. It really has the effect of curing all diseases. It not only contains complex Taoist techniques but also the power of Song Tang’s faith.

Of course, this kind of talisman is only effective if it is drawn by Song Tang himself. The rest of the people are willing but unable to do so.

Song Tang never dared to use this kind of talisman directly, for fear of causing people to have false thoughts.

Old Bai is an extraordinary cultivator, so Song Tang can naturally use him with confidence.

Old Bai took the talisman and upon hearing that there was such a magical talisman, he couldn't help but look at it over and over again.

Then he waved his hand and said, "In a competition, there are naturally winners and losers. How can I blame you for my inferior skills? Besides, just now, ahem, I asked for it."

He was so engrossed in the fight that he forgot for a moment that he was over a hundred years old.

He is no longer the young man who could still jump around after breaking his leg.

Moreover, spiritual energy is scarce now, and the spiritual energy he has stored in his body with great difficulty cannot be used at will unless it is a critical moment.

"So it's not an accident, Mr. Bai really lost?" Jin Bao also came over.

Like Qian Lai, Jinbao also has a round face and looks quite festive. The two round faces put together look like two big dumplings.

Now the two dumplings were standing side by side next to the martial arts stage, both looking at the two people on the stage with a look of disgust on their faces.

So what this girl said was true, she really could draw various long-lost talismans, and could easily defeat the only one of the two Qigong monks in the Taoist Association.

Old Bai glared at the two men unhappily. He watched their master grow up, and also watched their master die unexpectedly in his sixties.

These two people were entrusted to the Taoist Association headquarters when they were just teenagers.