With a wave of his hand, another piece of steel armor fell on the table.

"Okay!" Lin Feng nodded, dipped the talisman pen in a jade bottle, and then took it out.

"According to your memory, just draw whatever you want. The first time, failure is normal. A qualified talisman master will take countless money to practice it." Wen Hou said.

Lin Feng concentrated his mind and stared at the steel armor in front of him. But another picture appeared inside his "sea of ​​consciousness".

An old man in a high-capped and strange uniform had a calm expression, holding a talisman pen in his hand, and was scattering like flowing water.

Lin Feng let out a light breath, the talisman pen in his hand fell onto the steel armor, and then slowly moved.

His movements were extremely slow, but his hands were extremely calm.

In his writing, the talisman lines are presented bit by bit.

"Yeah, it's not bad!" Wen Hou nodded, "It's enough to be able to draw a little for the first time! After all, even if you see the talisman lines clearly, how the ancients painted it still need to guess little by little."

Lin Feng was silent. He had already entered an extremely strange state. Wen Hou didn't listen to his words at all. His mental power was poured into the tip of his pen and painted it bit by bit.

Wen Hou stopped talking, but the expression on his face became more and more exciting, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After five breaths, sweat oozed out of Lin Feng's forehead, but he finally completed the last move.

A faint wave of heaven and earth energy, and the talisman line suddenly penetrated into the steel armor, and there was only a shallow trace outside.

"It's done!" Lin Feng wiped his sweat and smiled tiredly.

At this time, Lin Feng also felt a little headache. This was not physical fatigue, but a kind of sleepiness from the soul.

"Sir, how about it?" Lin Feng asked.
Chapter completed!