Chapter 78 Armor Talisman, Sword Talisman, Evil-Breaking Talisman...

Shuhang found a deserted place and opened the express package. ()

The small box contained a stack of black and yellow talisman papers, with mysterious runes and formation diagrams painted with golden-red paint on each piece of paper. There is also a note from the Master of the Seven Lives Talisman Palace, introducing the functions of this stack of talisman papers.

There are twenty pieces of talisman paper in total.

The top five are armor talismans. As the name suggests, the talisman can activate the energy in the talisman to become a layer of personal defense armor, which can block the attacks of monks below the third level.

The method of use is also extremely simple. You only need to press your thumb on the center of the talisman paper formation diagram, use your mental power to guide the aura in the talisman, and lightly drink the armor to summon the armor.

Each of the five talismans can only be used once. If used properly, it can protect Song Shuhang five times.

The five cards in the middle are sword talismans. This talisman is used for attack. The method of use is the same as the armor talisman. To activate the talisman, you only need to lightly drink the sword word.

Once deployed, it can create a sword energy attack at the level of a third-grade acquired war king, capable of splitting mountains and rocks. Ordinary second-grade true master monks, if they don't have some special defense means, they will lose half their lives if they are not killed by a sword.

The largest number is ten evil-breaking talismans.

According to the master of the Seven Lives Talisman Palace, the opponent is an evil ghost cultivator who can control ghost-like evil objects to attack, making it difficult for people to guard against him.

Ghost-like evil creatures are immune to ordinary physical attacks, and some have special invisibility and latent abilities. They are very troublesome opponents for monks with insufficient strength.

Ten evil-breaking talismans can help Shuhang destroy the opponent's ghost-like evil objects.

Song Shuhang held this box of talismans. The Lord of the Seven Lives Talisman Palace was not just providing help in times of need, this was simply providing one-stop services including clothing, food, housing, and transportation in times of need.

"This is such an unexpected surprise." Song Shuhang squeezed the talisman tightly.

With this batch of talismans, he even gained the confidence to confront the altar master head-on. Of course, he would not be so stupid as to hold the talisman and rush forward to fight.

As long as he can get rid of the altar leader, he can do whatever it takes.

He just wants the result, no matter what the process is, as long as he can kill the other party

Carefully put the talisman away, everything is ready, all you need is the east wind

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7:30 am.

The sports meeting in Jiangnan University Town officially opened.

Before the opening, it is customary for the school leader to give a speech. The leader's speech is a magical thing. No matter how advanced the technology is, it will always remain unchanged.

They usually start with "Now, let me say a few short sentences." During this period, they go through countless short two sentences, torturing the students to the point of intoxication and ecstasy, and finally the sports meeting begins.

At 8:40, the men's 5,000-meter long-distance race started.

Song Shuhang, surrounded by three roommates and seven or eight boys with whom he had good relationships, came to the runway.

The roommates and classmates had dazzling smiles on their faces. They were not cheering for Song Shuhang at all, but came to see how Shuhang was exhausted on the five-thousand-meter track. It would be best to run until his legs were weak and vomited, so that they would enjoy seeing it.

The 5,000-meter race is a tough race.

One lap of the track is 400 meters, and a total of twelve and a half laps are required.

It is a completely thankless event, without the passion of sprinting in the 100-meter race, and without the happy cooperation of the mixed male and female relay race. The distance is long and the pace is slow; there are few people watching, and even fewer girls watching the game.

There were no girls around to watch, and the male students competing were even less motivated.

The other players chose their positions and stood up. Song Shuhang stood at his position while yawning.

"Student Shuhang, come on." At this time, a clear voice came over: "Try to come back in first place."

The sweet voice is particularly pleasant.

Song Shuhang looked up and found that the girl who liked to stay close to him recently was waving vigorously at him, with a youthful smile on her face.

There were four girls beside her. It seemed that they had just watched other sports and happened to pass by.

It should be called Lu Fei

Song Shuhang laughed and gave her a thumbs up.

My roommate and several male classmates immediately took the opportunity to make a fuss.

Tu Bo and Gao Moumou said in unison, holding their throats and imitating Lu Fei's tone: "Student Shuhang, come on!"

"Try to come back in first place!" Others nearby also screamed at the top of their lungs.

Song Shuhang turned around and gestured with his two middle fingers: "Why don't you die?"

At this time, a dark and muscular classmate next to Song Shuhang sneered at him: "Hey, first place pretty boy, do you think you can win the five-thousand-meter long distance race with your face?"

As he spoke, he waved his muscular legs, which are the kind of thighs that can only be cultivated by running for a long time. The pretty boy next to him has thin arms and legs. It would be difficult for him to run even one thousand meters, let alone five thousand meters.

"Young pretty boy, are you talking about me?" Song Shuhang asked. He touched his face. Due to the effect of the body quenching liquid, his skin did become a little whiter and tenderer.

It turns out that this handsome guy can really cause trouble.

Shuhang nodded secretly and asked smoothly: "Are you envious of my skin?"

"I envy your anus. I would envy a pretty face like yours." The dark boy classmate felt that the veins on his forehead were slightly swollen due to the instant congestion.

"Haha, don't worry about this classmate. This black guy is jealous that you have a girl cheering for you. By the way, were you also forced to come to compete by the people in your class?" Shuhang's face on the other side was slightly chubby, and at first glance, he looked like he was long-term. Zhai's classmate asked with a smile: "My name is Yang Shangfa, from the computer department."

"That's right, because no one is participating in the 5,000-meter race, and I happened to be on leave, so the men's 5,000-meter long-distance race fell on me. My name is Song Shuhang." Shuhang replied with a smile.

"We are both fallen people from the end of the world." Yang Shangfa burst into tears.

While speaking, the teacher in charge of the starting gun said solemnly: "Everyone is at your position and ready."

All runners take their starting positions.

"Damn little pretty boy, I want you to see what a five-thousand-meter race is. In this race, I will at least beat you by a mile," the dark-coloured classmate gritted his teeth.

"The streets behind me are at least eight hundred meters long, that is, more than two circles." After thinking about it, Song Shuhang advised him considerately: "Well, it's impossible, just give up."

"Chi" Yang Shangfa, who was slightly chubby, couldn't help laughing.

"" The black classmate almost broke his teeth.

boom

The command gun fired.

The black classmate jumped up and ran forward at a speed of 100 meters. His endurance is very good, and his long-distance running level far exceeds the level of ordinary college students in school sports competitions. His endurance is enough for him to first open a desperate distance from other runners at a speed of 100 meters, and then maintain this distance. Distance leads all the way to the finish line

"Humph, let's shake it up, pretty boy. I'm just saying nice things about you. If I really show my strength, I can at least dump a pretty boy like you four times or more." Heihuhu said proudly in his heart.

In a 5,000-meter long-distance race, everyone needs to maintain the rhythm. No one will run at a 100-meter speed from the beginning. Therefore, Heihuhu quickly separated himself from the ordinary players by a wide margin.

"How's it going, pretty boy? You're in despair, right?" Classmate Hei Huhu confidently turned his head and took a look, wanting to see where the pretty boy had been thrown. He was so white and tender, he was probably hanging at the end of the team to eat ashes.

However, when he turned his head, he found that pretty face one meter behind him, following him closely, never leaving.

This pretty boy actually sprinted after him

"Ha, are you a fool? You actually followed me at a sprinting speed in the beginning. With your physical strength, you will be exhausted after one lap." Heihuhu said through gritted teeth.

"Sprint" Song Shuhang was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled gently and said: "No, I'm just running at a very normal speed. You don't have to worry about me. You look so cool, but I didn't expect you to care about others." Of."

I care about you, uncle. Heihuhu's classmate was furious.

"You damn duck has a tough mouth. Let's see how long you can hold on. I hope you don't fall to the ground after one lap." Heihuhu gritted his teeth and estimated his own physical strength in his mind, and then he speeded up a little.

This pretty boy is definitely an amateur at long-distance running, but even so, he will never allow his opponent to surpass him. So, throw him away, throw this pretty boy far away

Classmate Heihuhu started sprinting again.

After running nearly a hundred meters in one breath, he felt that he had almost reached the range of his expected physical strength, and it was time to slow down a little.

Such a long distance must have completely shaken off that layman.

Thinking, he turned his head and took a look.

When he turned around, his eyes almost dazzled. According to the script, he was supposed to throw away the pretty boy, but he still followed him closely one meter behind him, not leaving even an inch.

This feels like a part-timer who is about to die according to the script, but has died several times without dying.

"How is it possible? Am I hallucinating?" Hei Huhu muttered~ You can read the following chapters as quickly as possible by searching the basket color