"Once our artifacts are sold, they can't be returned. The guy was not very reassured, so he specifically instructed.

Su Ye took out the spirit stone and said with a smile: "Of course I know this." ”

"Well, then come with me. After receiving the spirit stone, the guy took Su Ye back to the assessment location and left.

After returning to the inscription cultivation room, Su Ye found that there were two more people in the inscription cultivation room. A middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, dressed in a cyan robe, and a smiling, kind-looking fat old man.

These two are the examiners of the Inscription Masters Association who are responsible for the assessment of inscriptionists. President Nguyen Mengyu usually doesn't care about the assessment, but this time, he is very interested in taking a look.

"Can we get started? Ruan Mengyu asked.

"Hmm. Su Ye nodded, put the long sword on the inscription stone platform, and spread out the materials used in the inscription technique one by one. Most of the materials of this Inscription Master Guild are processed, and there is no need for Su Ye to grind, purify, melt, and so on.

The middle-aged man in the robe glanced at Su Ye deeply, and said expressionlessly: "The time limit for the assessment is two hours, and if you fail three times in a row, you will be disqualified." If the final product cannot increase the power of the spirit weapon by more than 20%, it is considered a failure. ”

"I see. ”

"Okay, let's get started. The middle-aged man reversed an hourglass, and the fine sand passed silently.

Su Ye closed his eyes for a moment, and the true qi in his body was running to the best state, and then he stretched out his hand and made a move, and a small cloud of blue juice jumped into Su Ye's palm as if it had spirituality.

It was just this simple beckoning, and everyone present immediately felt the rich soul power of the young man wrapped in blue juice.

"This kid has cultivated spiritual sense. Ruan Mengyu was secretly shocked.

"No wonder I came to the exam at the age of fourteen, and I have some skills. The middle-aged man nodded slowly.

Ruan Xinmei pursed her lips, she naturally also noticed Su Ye's spiritual sense, and she muttered to herself in her heart: "Spiritual sense, the same as me." In the past, there was only one strong opponent, Shangguan Wan'er, but now, there is one more. ”

It is very rare for Wugang Realm to cultivate spiritual sense. Generally speaking, there is not much difference between a martial artist's soul talent and martial arts talent, but soul talent is generally lower than martial arts talent.

Therefore, high-grade soul talents are especially rare. Ruan Xinmei's martial arts talent is only four grades, but her soul talent is higher than her martial arts talent, which is also the reason why she inherited it from her grandfather.

Ruan Xinmei's soul talent is definitely a genius of an inscription master that has been seen in decades, coupled with Ruan Mengyu's hand-in-hand teaching since childhood, now Ruan Xinmei's inscription skills are almost the same as Shangguan Wan'er, whose talent is beyond her.

Of course, Su Ye has no soul talent, but because the method he cultivates is a small soul trick, his soul power is not only condensed and heavy, but also like an arm, so everyone will have this illusion.

If it was said that the initial spiritual sense only amazed Ruan Mengyu and the others, then Su Ye's next actions made everyone unbelievable.

When the blue droplets fell on Su Ye's fingertips, his fingers actually dragged out a series of afterimages, and the droplets were pulled into a brilliant blue light in this afterimage, like a meteor streaked across the sky in the middle of the night.

In just a few blinks of an eye, a complicated inscription was drawn.

Ruan Mengyu took a deep breath, and the smile on the smiling old man's face froze.

"A thousand fingers. ”

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. Su Ye's hand is like flowing water, and there is a special term in the inscription master world, called a thousand fingers.

The Ming Buddha is the thousand-fingered Buddha of ancient times. It is said that this Buddha has ten hands and a thousand fingers, and the water lotus knot in the back garden of the palace every year, the Ming Buddha can pick hundreds of lotus seeds as long as it is time, so there are thousands of fingers in the religious classics. The term inscription master was introduced to describe the thick finger shadow left by the grandmaster-level inscription master because of the speed of drawing the inscription.

Of course, in terms of speed alone, some high-level inscription masters of the martial arts can be faster, but it is difficult to maintain the stability of soul power in such a super-fast speed, and accurately and evenly turn the inscription materials into inscriptions. This kind of finger shadow cannot be practiced without extraordinary understanding and solid hard work.

How old is this young man, even if he started practicing inscription in his mother's womb, he wouldn't have such skillful fingering.

Soon, Ruan Mengyu found that many of the drawing techniques of the young man in front of him were not owned by the inscriptionist school of the Baili Dynasty, and some of his techniques looked more complicated, but they were extremely smooth.

"This young man's division is not the genre of the Baili Dynasty. Xu Yuchen, a middle-aged man, said.

"Well, besides, I'm afraid this genre is much more advanced than we are. ”

One after another colored light bloomed in mid-air, and the intertwined light trajectories left a beautiful afterimage on everyone's iris. Ruan Xinmei held her breath, all her soul power was invested in the inscriptions one after another, carefully feeling every bit of energy change inside.

When drawing inscriptions, subtle changes in the weight of energy are the most difficult to grasp, and if you are not careful, you will fail. But this change was as accurate as instinct in the young man's hands, and the intricate and gorgeous inscriptions were just like the freehand flowers and birds under the painter's hand, ready to fly.

If at the beginning, Ruan Xinmei was afraid of being surpassed by this young man and hoped that he would not be able to pass the assessment, then later, she was completely impressed, and hoped that this perfection could continue without even the slightest defect.

This kind of mentality is like a musician longing to hear the Divine Comedy, and a painter longing to see a rare painting. Only this kind of mentality can make people abandon all distractions and pursue the ultimate in a certain field.

Seeing this focused and meticulous young man, Ruan Xinmei seemed to suddenly understand why her cultivation of inscription techniques had been growing slower and slower in recent days, it was precisely because she cared too much about Shangguan Wan'er, afraid that this girl who was half a year younger than her would catch up with her.

And now, seeing Su Ye's perfect inscription technique, she suddenly realized. This continent is vast and boundless, and there are as many geniuses as the sand of the Ganges River, and it makes no sense for him to care about whether Shangguan Wan'er surpasses him for the vanity of the first inscription genius of the Baili Dynasty.

What she wants to pursue is not to get rid of Shangguan Wan'er, but to surpass herself. What she wants to pursue is not the first inscription genius of the Baili Dynasty, but the ultimate in inscription art itself.

As time passed, there were more and more inscriptions in front of Su Ye. Layers of inscriptions flickered brightly and darkly in mid-air, breathing like life.

Su Ye is now familiar with drawing the "Strong Inscription", and Wu Gang's cultivation at the peak of the sky allows Su Ye to have enough true qi to support the whole process of drawing, and he no longer has to insist as hard as before.

Su Ye's drawing went exceptionally smoothly, and he devoted himself to the drawing of the inscription, almost forgetting that this was an assessment. Until he drew all the inscriptions, dozens of colorful and brilliant inscriptions flashed one after another. Then under the traction of Su Ye's spiritual sense, they were perfectly integrated, and finally condensed into an inch-square flame inscription.

Su Ye didn't pull out the inscription paper this time, but directly picked up the long sword on the table, and with a finger, the inscription fell heavily on the long sword like a seal. With a swishing sound, a mysterious and simple inscription appeared on the sword, and its appearance was like a raging flame.

"It's done. ”

Looking at the long sword in Su Ye's hand, Ruan Xinmei sighed in her heart. The flame inscription that fell on the sword naturally exuded a momentum, and if the soul power was immersed, you could feel the true yuan circulating in it, as if breathing.

Nguyen Manh Woo is sure that this is a perfect inscription. It's just that it was drawn with the true qi of the Wugang Realm, and I don't know how much the amplification ability of this inscription can reach.

The inscription amplification spirit weapon is not the sharpness of the amplification spirit weapon, but the operation of the true qi in the amplification.

If the inscription is engraved on the inscription paper, no one can tell how much it has increased.

If it is engraved on the spiritual weapon, then the experienced inscription master can inject the true qi into the spiritual artifact, and by controlling the true qi to flow through the inscription or not, he can feel how much the inscription has increased the spiritual weapon.

Ruan Mengyu held the long sword in his hand, his true qi was immersed in it, and he closed his eyes and carefully perceived it. He opened his eyes a moment later, and although he had been prepared for it, he was still surprised.

The increase in this inscription reached two or two points, which is the level of a second-class inscriptionist.

"Two into two points of true yuan increase. Ruan Mengyu exclaimed.

"Oh. Another inscription certifier, Cheng Ziyi, raised his eyebrows and took the long sword. It is not easy for a second-level inscription master to cultivate the inscription technique to an increase of two percent, but this young man can actually achieve two percent and two points. You must know that once the increase in the inscription exceeds 20%, it will be extremely difficult to take every step.

This Cheng Ziyi has been an examiner for many years, and his evaluation of the inscription is more accurate than Ruan Mengyu. Soon he came up with a more precise result, "between two out of two points and two out of three points." “

Putting down the long sword, the middle-aged man looked at Su Ye again. Where did this little guy come out, he is not a disciple of the sect. But why did the disciples of the sect go to the Inscription Master Guild in Cloud Sky City to apply for the Inscription Master verification.

"Congratulations, Su Ye, you have passed the assessment. Ruan Xinmei said.

"Thank you. ”

"Well, then would you like to join our Cloud Sky City Inscription Master Guild. Ruan Mengyu asked casually.

In his opinion, it was impossible for this kind of famous disciple to succumb to the Cloud Sky City Inscription Master Guild, and nine times out of ten he would have to refuse politely. But he didn't expect Su Ye to nod without hesitation.

"I do. ”

"Oh. Ruan Mengyu raised his eyebrows.

"You're going to join our Scribers' Guild. ”

"Well, that's why I'm here for the assessment. ”

"That's right. Ruan Mengyu felt strange in his heart and didn't understand Su Ye's approach.