"Dao...Young Master, do you want it too?" The young man was a little surprised. He also saw Yang Fan's identity as an immortal cultivator at a glance, and changed the word "Fellow Daoist" he said.

Yang Fan smiled but refused to answer, and exchanged a piece of talisman paper that the boy had just drawn.

He took the newly drawn talisman paper in front of him and looked at it carefully. Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, swept his spiritual sense to estimate the materials and value of the talisman paper.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that drawing such a piece of talisman paper consumes some secular materials. In the secular world, some of these materials are valuable, while others are relatively rare.

The overall estimate is that the value of such a piece of talisman paper is close to one tael of silver.

In fact, the most important thing is the formation drawn by the young man with a talisman pen and the spiritual energy injected during this period. Otherwise, the role of this talisman paper will play is extremely limited.

When Yang Fan was observing the talisman paper, the ragged old man glanced at him again, feeling a little puzzled.

"Can you draw talismans?"

Yang Fan put away the talisman paper and asked the boy.

"Tactics?" The young man looked up at Yang Fan and said shyly: "You know a little bit. I have painted it before, but I just consume a lot of precious materials and can't be squandered like this. My grandfather has painted a lot of first-level talismans before..."

"Oh?" Yang Fan nodded and said intimately: "It seems that this young man is taking this opportunity to refine talismans. Although the grandfather and grandson are also casual cultivators, they are completely different from Hu Banxian in Wuliu Town. They are not fooling the people. The talisman paper they draw is also worth the money..."

"Haha, this young master is probably not here to suppress evil and exorcise ghosts. I wonder what else can I see?"

The ragged old man's eyes suddenly froze on Yang Fan's face and asked with a smile.

At the same time, Yang Fan felt a faint pressure.

The great perfection of Qi cultivation is in the casual cultivator and cannot be underestimated.

Yang Fan's heart moved. The grandfather and grandson were casual cultivators in Kyoto, so they might as well date them to understand the situation in the Kyoto Immortal Cultivation World.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan's smile became stronger. When he opened his palm, he had a black gold-edged talisman pen in his hand.

Under the sunlight, the extraordinary texture on the talisman brush can be seen vaguely, as well as the purple-green hair on the tip of the brush.

"Purple-green brush!"
Chapter completed!