Shuhang found a secluded place and opened the package.
The small box was filled with a stack of dark yellow talisman papers. Every piece of paper was painted with mysterious Runes and Formation Diagrams using golden-red paint. In addition, there was also a note from Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman, explaining the function of the talisman papers.
There were a total of twenty talisman papers.
The top five talismans were called 'Armor Talismans'. Just like its name, these talismans could activate the energy within the talisman treasure to form a layer of close-fitting armor that could block the attacks of cultivators below the Third Stage.
The method to use it was also very simple. One only had to press one's thumb on the center of the talisman paper or the formation diagram, and use one's spiritual energy to guide the spiritual energy in the talisman. Then, one could call out the word 'armor', and one could summon the armor.
Each of the five talismans could only be used once. If used properly, it could protect Song Shuhang five times.
The five talismans in the middle were called 'Sword Talismans'. These talismans were meant for attacking, and their usage was the same as the Armor Talismans. To activate the talisman, one only needed to shout the word 'sword'.
Once it was used, it could create a Third Grade Houtian Combat King's Sword Qi attack, which could easily split open a mountain. If an ordinary Second Stage True Master didn't have any special defensive means, then even if they didn't die, they would still lose half their life.
Most of them were ten Exorcism Talismans.
According to Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman's introduction, because the other party was a ghost cultivator of the evil path, he could control ghost-type evil creatures to attack, making it impossible to defend against.
Ghost-type evil creatures were immune to ordinary physical attacks. Some of them possessed special stealth and lurking abilities. For cultivators with insufficient strength, they were a very troublesome opponent.
Ten exorcism talismans could help Shuhang get rid of his opponent's ghost-type evil beings!
Song Shuhang held the box of talismans. Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman had not only provided charcoal in a snowstorm, he had practically provided clothing, food, shelter, and transportation in a snowstorm!
"This is really a pleasant surprise." Song Shuhang squeezed the talisman treasure tightly.
With this batch of treasure talismans, he even had the confidence to face an Altar Leader head-on. Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid as to rush up and fight with his life on the line with the talisman.
As long as he could get rid of Altar Master, he would do anything.
He only wanted the result, no matter what the process was, as long as he could kill his opponent!
He carefully kept the talisman treasure. Everything was ready, all that was left was the last thing he needed...
* * * * *
7: 30 in the morning.
The Sports Meet of Jiangnan University City officially opened.
Before the opening ceremony, it was customary for the school leaders to give a speech. A leader's speech was a very magical thing. No matter how advanced technology was, it would never change.
Usually, the opening remarks would be, "Now, let me briefly say a few words". During this period, there would be countless "brief words", tormenting the students to the point that they would wish they were dead. Only then would the prelude to the Sports Meet begin.
At 8: 40, the men's 5km long-distance race began.
Song Shuhang, surrounded by his three roommates and seven or eight guys who were close to him, arrived at the track.
His roommates and classmates all had lascivious smiles on their faces. They weren't there to cheer for Song Shuhang at all, but to see how Song Shuhang would tire himself out on the 5km track. It would be best if he ran until his legs went soft and he vomited. That would be a good thing to see.
The 5km long-distance race was a tough race.
One lap of the track was 400 meters long, so he needed to run a total of 12 and a half laps.
It was a completely strenuous and unrewarding event. It didn't have the passion of the 100m sprint, and it didn't have the joy of a mixed relay. The distance was long, and the pace was slow. There were few onlookers, and there were even fewer girls watching the race.
Without girls watching, the male students in the race were even less motivated.
The other contestants chose their positions and stood there. Song Shuhang yawned and stood in his position.
"Student Shuhang, do your best!" At this moment, a clear and melodious voice was heard. "Try to get the first place!"
The sweet voice was exceptionally pleasing to the ear.
Song Shuhang raised his head and saw that the girl who liked to stick to him was waving at him with all her might. Her face was brimming with a youthful smile.
There were four other girls beside her. It seemed that they were watching other events and happened to pass by.
Her name should be Lu Fei, right?
Song Shuhang laughed and gave her a thumbs up.
His roommates and a few other male students immediately took the opportunity to jeer.
Tubo and Gao Mou spoke in unison. They pinched their throats and imitated Lu Fei's tone. "Student Shuhang, do your best!"
"Try to get the first place!" The others beside them also pinched their throats and screamed.
Song Shuhang turned his head and gave them two middle fingers. "Why don't you go and die!"
At this moment, a tanned and robust student beside Song Shuhang sneered at him. "Hehe, first place? Pretty boy, do you think that the 5km sprint is won by relying on your face? "
As he spoke, he swung his muscular legs. These were the thighs that could only be developed by running for a long time. The pretty boy beside him had thin arms and legs. Not to mention 5km, it would be difficult for him to even run a kilometer.
"Pretty boy? Are you talking about me? " Song Shuhang asked. He touched his face. Due to the effects of the Body Tempering Liquid, his skin had indeed become somewhat fair and tender.
It turned out that being handsome really caused trouble?
Song Shuhang nodded his head and asked, "Are you envious of my skin?"
"... Envious of your chrysanthemum? Why would I be envious of a pretty boy like you?! "The tanned male student felt the veins on his forehead bulging from the sudden rush of blood.
"Haha, don't mind him. This tanned guy is just jealous that you have a girl cheering for you. By the way, were you also forced by your class to participate in the race? " On the other side of Song Shuhang, who had a slightly chubby face, looked like a long-term homebody. He laughed and said, "My name is Yang Shangfa. I'm from the Computer Science Department."
"You can say that. Since no one is participating in the 5km sprint and I happened to be on leave, the 5km male long-distance race fell to me. My name is Song Shuhang. "Song Shuhang replied with a smile.
"We are all in the same boat." Yang Shangfa's eyes were brimming with tears.
As they spoke, the teacher in charge of the starting pistol said in a deep voice, "Everyone, get ready ~"
All the contestants got into their starting positions.
"Despicable pretty boy, I will let you see what a 5km sprint is like. This time, I will leave you in the dust!" The tanned student gritted his teeth.
"Leave me in the dust? A street is at least 800 meters long, which is more than two laps? "Song Shuhang thought for a moment and advised considerately," Yes, that's impossible. You should give up. "
"Ha!" The slightly chubby Yang Shangfa couldn't help but laugh.
"…" The tanned student gritted his teeth so hard that they almost broke.
"Bang!"
The gunshot sounded.
The tanned student's body moved, and he sprinted forward at the speed of a 100m sprint. His endurance was very good, and his long-distance running level was far beyond the level of an ordinary university student! In this kind of school sports competition, his endurance was enough for him to create a hopeless distance from the other contestants with the speed of a 100m sprint. Then, he would maintain this distance all the way to the finish line!
Hmph, you must be shocked, pretty boy. Leaving you in the dust was just me being polite. If I use my true strength, I will at least leave a pretty boy like you in the dust by more than four laps! The tanned student thought proudly in his heart.
In a 5km sprint, everyone needed to maintain their rhythm. No one would run at the speed of a 100m sprint at the start. Therefore, the tanned student quickly created a huge gap between him and the other contestants.
"How is it, pretty boy? Are you desperate now? " The tanned student confidently turned his head to take a look. He wanted to see where the pretty boy was left in the dust. That guy looked fair and tender. He was probably at the end of the line eating the dust?
However, when he turned his head, he discovered that the pretty boy was a meter behind him, following closely behind him, not leaving even an inch behind!
This pretty boy was actually sprinting with him?
"Ha? Are you an idiot? You were actually sprinting behind me at the start. With your stamina, you will be exhausted after one lap. "The tanned student clenched his teeth.
"Sprinting?" Song Shuhang was stunned, then he smiled warmly and said, "No, I was just running at a very normal speed. You don't have to worry about me. You look so fierce, but I didn't expect you to be so caring. "
Caring my ass! The tanned student was furious.
"Stubborn. Let's see how long you can last! I hope you won't collapse after one lap! "The tanned student clenched his teeth and estimated his stamina. Then, he slightly increased his speed.
This pretty boy was definitely a complete amateur in long-distance running. Even so, he would never allow him to overtake him. Therefore, he had to leave him behind. He had to leave this pretty boy far behind!
The tanned student began sprinting again.
After running for nearly 100 meters, he felt that he had almost reached his estimated stamina. It was time to slow down his pace.
With such a long distance, he must have completely left that amateur pretty boy behind, right?
As he thought about it, he turned his head to take a look.
When he turned his head, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. According to the script, the pretty boy should have been left to eat the dust. However, he was still closely following him by one meter.
This feeling was like a minor character that was supposed to die according to the script. However, he had died several times without dying!
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