After the two of them dispersed, Zhang Wei walked towards his guest room. From a distance, he saw the famous deacon holding a stack of magic talismans sticking on the wall, and then exerting a little true energy, and the magic talismans fell into the wall, hiding without a trace.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei went up and asked, "What are you doing? Don't you want this house and are going to bury the explosion talisman inside?" When the deacon who was working heard it, he turned around and saw that it was Zhang Wei, and replied with apologetically: "Return to Mr. Zhang, these divine talismans are not explosion talismans, but the windproof divine talismans given by Dean Zhao."

"What did Dean Zhao give you this? Why should I use it in the wall?"

The deacon said, "That's right, the little one doesn't know. I just knew that Dean Zhao asked for a stack of blank talismans. In less than an hour, he gave me such a stack of windproof talismans to let the little one stick in the wall to prevent some monks who would hide and escape skills."

When Zhang Wei heard this, he asked, "How much is this thing worth? Will the other party not be able to get through when putting it on the wall?"

"The windproof divine talisman costs about 500 taels of silver. The divine talisman made by Dean Zhao can be slightly more expensive. The function is what the layman said."

Zhang Wei stretched out his hand and said, "Come on, give me the divine talisman that is to be pasted on the Tianzi Shangfang No. 1, and I will post it myself."

After hearing this, the deacon gave Zhang Wei a few windproof talismans.

After Zhang Wei took it, he took it in his hand and pretended to go to his room to post it. In fact, those divine talismans had been put into his arms and embezzled these divine talismans. Thinking that he, a low-income household, had never been lifted out of poverty, he felt a little sad in his heart, and he was envious of the monks of the Wen School. The divine talisman made with a big pen can be sold for money. Unfortunately, his literary talent was not good, and Wenjuyuan refused to accept him.

That night, after Zhang Wei practiced, he saw that his body was full of true qi, and his realm was still in the early stage of entering the qi. This realm was already very stable, but he didn't know how to break through. At night, he casually read "Appreciation of Famous Works in Dahua Shenzhou" and then rested.

Yesterday, Zhang Wei slept well. After waking up, he was very energetic. After using early, he came to the martial arts venue. Seeing that the deacon next to his seat was already there, he stepped forward and said, "It's so good. I've been explaining it to me these days. I don't know what your name is."

The deacon bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are so polite. It is my duty to explain it to you. The youngest one is called Zhang Quancai."

When Zhang Wei heard this, he turned out to be a family member, so he chatted with Zhang Quancai for a while.

After a while, everyone in the martial arts stadium arrived. When everyone arrived, Zhang Wei sat down and watched today's trial project.

Today, not only Shang Guodong, the Minister of the Tongfan Division, but also Liu Juncai, the Seventh Prince, also attended. Seeing these two people present at the same time, the contestants had already thought that today's question was not simple, and this was the last time in the trial.

Shang Guodong looked up at the sun, then looked at Liu Juncai and said, "Seventh Prince, can the trial begin today?"

Liu Juncai responded lightly: "Shangshang can decide on his own, and there is no need to be polite."

Shangshu looked at everyone and said, "Today's trial begins." After that, he sat back on his seat, half-deserved, and chatted with the seventh prince Liu Juncai about the situation two days ago.

The Qingyi Man in the martial arts field was still the same as before, shouting loudly: "Today's Trial Question, Illusion."

Seeing that everyone's faces were not good, Zhang Wei asked Zhang Quancai: "Why are they not good at faces?"

The deacon Zhang Quancai replied: "I don't know what happened to this little trial, because there was no record before, so I guess everyone is unsure."

At this time, the Qingyi Man walked to Wen'an District, saluted to a middle-aged scholar, and said, "I have a sect leader."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Zhang Wei saw it on the side. As soon as he looked up, before he could ask Zhang Quancai, Zhang Quancai had already cleverly said to Zhang Wei: "The guest official in Wen'an District is the leader of the Wanxiang Sect, Ruo Xingguang. It seems that he wants to take action in this trial, and it is estimated that this trial will be very difficult."

Seeing that Zhang Quancai was so well-behaved, Zhang Wei felt that he should give something, but he didn't have anything valuable on him, so he patted Zhang Quancai on the shoulder to express his gratitude.

The Qingyi Manager returned to the martial arts stadium and said loudly: "All the remaining contestants will come on stage. After the trial begins, those who leave the martial arts stadium will be eliminated. The trial continues until the remaining sixteen people in the martial arts stadium. Now all contestants are asked to go on stage."

Following the instructions, everyone stood on the martial arts field. The martial arts field, which seemed empty and huge, seemed a little crowded at this time. The contestants were all in the martial arts field and tried to keep a distance from others. Ruo Xianguang, the leader of the Wanxiang Sect, held a book in his hand, as if he was musing in a low voice in his mouth. A fog gradually appeared on the martial arts field, covering the entire martial arts field.

Seeing all this in front of him, Zhang Wei had not even finished a piece of mung bean cake, and he saw someone running out of the fog. Shan Junwei of the Winter Flower Sect and several other contestants came out from different places, shouting nervously: "Go away, go away." After leaving the martial arts venue, the people suddenly woke up, their faces turned red, and they realized that they had just been hit by the illusion. At this time, Zhang Wei swallowed the mung bean cake, ran to Shan Junwei, and asked, "What's wrong with you kid, you ran out for no reason."

Shan Junwei said in annoyance: "Oh, I suddenly saw that I was in the fire scene, and my arm was burned. In desperation, I ran away from the fire scene, and the result..." After saying that, Shan Junwei lifted his sleeves. When the two saw that there was a blister after scalding on Shan Junwei's arm, it was obvious that the scene in the illusion was so real.

Zhang Wei asked, "What should you do when you come down? Are you going to go back to the Winter Flower Trip?"

"I'd better wait for junior brother. In short, I've been eliminated. It seems that this year's reward is out of my way. I hope my junior brother can pass the trial."

"You and Guo Xiude see different illusions in it?"

Shan Junwei shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Maybe the same, maybe it's not necessarily different. The master said before that although my cultivation level is slightly higher than my junior brother, my calmness and perseverance are lacking compared to my junior brother. This time I came to the Immortal Conference, which is true."

As the two were talking, someone suddenly came out from the inside. The man looked murderous intent and seemed to fight with someone. However, after leaving the martial arts field, the man suddenly became clear and his face turned red. When he recalled the scene just now, he found himself in an illusion.

Behind this person, another woman came out. Zhang Wei knew Gao Miaomiao from Penglai Island. She saw that her eyes were full of admiration. She looked at the vain in front of her and said, "I like you too, but Miaomiao is from a humble family. Your Luo family..." As soon as she said this, Gao Miaomiao walked forward, holding her hand forward, as if someone had held her hand. Suddenly, Gao Miaomiao's eyes became clear, and it turned out that she had just walked out of the martial arts venue. When she recalled what she had just said, she seemed to say what she had hidden in her heart, and she left here for a moment.

After watching for a while, more and more people came out of the martial arts stadium. At this time, a big bearded man had already walked to the edge of the martial arts stadium. He saw a trace of doubt in his eyes, and kept looking at his feet and looked around. This person was Gukli, Huosha Zong. He stood there and slanted his body, but he did not fall. After a while, Gukli's body was even more slanted. Zhang Wei was confused and asked Tiejun: "Uncle Tie, what's wrong with the disciple of Huosha Zong?"

Tie Jun replied with a smile: "If the old man is too bad, the illusion he used made Gu Kli think that the ground was slanted at this time, so he could only stand slanted, otherwise he would feel that he would fall." After hearing this, Zhang Wei seemed to understand, and felt that the illusion was too powerful, so he just made the other party nervous and didn't have to do anything.

In fact, Zhang Wei was not completely right. In the face of the huge gap in strength, the leader of the Wanxiang Sect almost casually puts illusions, without having to distinguish which illusions are on which contestant. It’s like stepping on an ant with his feet. It doesn’t matter which ants put more force on the ant. Even if the leader of the sect doesn’t use illusions, he still easily crushes everyone.

(End of this chapter)
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