Demon recovery: the beginning of the full-level five thunder justice!

However, he couldn't say anything.

After all, if he wants to say something, it's hard to follow!

that's it.

Amidst Jiang Churan's laughter again and again.

This is the end of this lesson on writing burning symbols.

And the moment he finished speaking, the old Taoist breathed a long sigh of relief.

This is undoubtedly the most difficult lesson he has taught in the history of deception for so many years.

Being laughed at by Jiang Churan, high blood pressure is almost committed!

After the lecture, the next step is the practice session.

That is to let everyone, according to the method he taught just now, write the talisman by themselves.

There is nothing tricky about this link.

The talismans written by everyone have no effect, and the old Taoist will say that your skills are not enough.

The old Taoist took a stack of yellow paper and began to distribute one to everyone.

But when he sent Jiang Churan, he narrowed his eyes and sneered.

He put the yellow paper on the table in front of Jiang Churan, and said with a sneer, "Student Jiang, write a talisman yourself."

"If the talisman you wrote yourself can be burned again, it means that you are very talented and intelligent."

"Pindao may consider accepting you as an in-room disciple and joining my Maoshan master's sect!"

After one class, Jiang Churan's face almost froze with laughter.

But hearing these words, he couldn't help laughing again.

Enter the Maoshan division?

Do you do this, does Lin Dahai know?

Looking at the yellow paper on the table, Jiang Churan shook his head while smiling.

Seeing Jiang Churan shaking his head, the old Taoist thought he was afraid.

"Since you can't do it, then you have to listen to the class carefully and don't engage in crooked ways, otherwise you won't be able to learn it after the class is over. Don't say that the poor way taught you!"

After finishing speaking, he was full of force and turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

"Master Dao, I shake my head, not saying I can't do it."

But before he took a step, he only listened, Jiang Churan laughed again.

He squinted his eyes, turning his head in doubt.

I saw Jiang Churan pinching the blank yellow paper.

"I shook my head to say, I don't need to write at all, I can make this yellow talisman burn!"

The voice just fell.

The yellow talisman in his hand burned into a ball of fire again!

"Fuck!?"

The old Taoist's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. .

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This……

How can this be? !

Is it wrong again this time? !

He also picked up a piece of yellow paper.

But after tinkering for a long time, the talisman did not ignite.

"Daozhang, what's going on?!"

At this time, someone asked.

This question is exactly what all students want to ask.

The old Taoist looked around at the puzzled crowd, and suddenly he was sweating profusely.

He swallowed, and said: "This student Jiang is actually able to ignite the talisman directly with the internal force of the flame. The level of talent and intelligence is really rare for the poor."

"Student Jiang, do you intend to worship Pindao as your teacher?"

apprentice...

Talent is rare in life...

When the doubtful people heard this, they all felt relieved and cast envious glances at Jiang Churan.

But, they don't know.

If someone who knew Jiang Churan's identity heard this, he would probably cry on the spot.

Accept him as a disciple, I would rather not be worthy!

Jiang Churan smiled and waved his hands and said, "You don't need to be a teacher, how about this, Taoist priest, you can give me two code word accelerators. I have an author friend who wants it, but his code words are too slow."

"Code word accelerator?"

"what is that?"

Jiang Churan's request for a talisman undoubtedly made the old Taoist heave a sigh of relief.

But what made him a little confused was, what is a code word accelerator?

Jiang Churan pointed to the direction at the end of the corridor.

"It's the talisman on the poster."

poster?

The old Taoist looked in the direction of Jiang Churan's finger and suddenly understood.

But then, he sneered again.

"Student Jiang, since you don't understand, then don't make random guesses."

"The one you mentioned, it's not a code word acceleration, but a real ghost exorcist!"

"For the sake of your talent and intelligence, if you want, Pindao can give you one."

Jiang Churan: "..."

God fucking exorcist!

Is this when you are illiterate?

Under the talisman, there are four big characters, and the code word speeds up. Although it is extremely scribbled, it can still be seen if you look closely.

Where did this guy get the courage to tell himself so confidently that it was an exorcism talisman?

Jiang Churan didn't know.

The courage of this old Taoist actually comes from his illiterate...

"Well, since it's not a codeword accelerator, I don't want it!"

Jiang Churan waved his hand.

The old Taoist snorted coldly, turned around and continued to issue yellow papers to everyone.

However, he was still very puzzled as to how Jiang Churan managed to burn the yellow paper.

After distributing the yellow paper, he immediately ran to the back room to study the reason.

soon.

After the talismans written by everyone were unqualified, everyone considered the talisman learning class to be over.

The next thing to learn is the martial arts lesson taught by the magician Fu of Shaolin Temple, that is, the flat-headed monk!

Everyone changed venues and came to the second floor.

The second floor is an empty platform.

I saw that the flat-headed monk in a blue monk's robe had been waiting for a long time!

"The poor monk has seen all the benefactors!"

"Meet the monk!"

Jiang Churan watched the scene where everyone greeted each other.

He's a little skeptical now.

Are these more than 20 people all entrusted?

No, everyone dressed like a dog. If you put it on the street, you would look like a successful person. How could you be fooled into such a look?

Are people really stupid and have too much money?

magical!

Soon, the flat-headed monk started his day's fooling around.

"Dear benefactors, the poor monk will teach you the Shaolin Vajra Leg today."

"Everyone, please see!"

A man, holding a stick.

The flat-headed monk kicked from the lower section.

A click.

The thick and thin wooden stick of the arm broke in response!

The crowd immediately started applauding.

Immediately after, the flat-headed monk explained again, and said to find someone to come up and cooperate with him in teaching and demonstrating.

His eyes turned around in the crowd, and finally fell on Jiang Churan.

"It's up to you, student Jiang!"

Jiang classmate.

Jiang Churan raised an eyebrow.

When he heard the flat-headed monk address himself, he immediately understood.

It must be that the old Taoist told the flat-headed monk just now, asking him to find a way to clean himself up.

He can see it.

The wooden stick that the flat-headed monk split just now was a prop.

And the stick he brought up, prepared for himself, is a real stick.

If you are a normal person, you will definitely feel bad if you get kicked!

Following the instructions of the flat-headed monk, Jiang Churan walked up to the stick.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

"Use your whole body to drive your legs to exert force."

"Then kick it out with all your strength!"

The flat-headed monk's mouth twitched with a sneer.

Kicking this solid wooden stick with all your strength, even if a professional boxer comes, it will definitely not feel good!

It may even break a leg directly!

This is the price of talking too much!