"How is this done?"

Yi Feng felt incredible, he tried to pick up a piece of firewood, and slashed it at the other one, the huge force of the shock made his hands a little numb, but it had no effect.

Yi Feng wanted to ask the dean of the Eastern Academy, but when he turned his head to look, where would he still be seen.

"Your task today is to finish chopping all that firewood!" came the lazy voice of the dean of the East Courtyard from the thatched hut.

Yi Feng took a deep breath, raised his strength again, and chopped another piece of firewood again.

The tremendous force caused the sawdust to fly, but the firewood was still not disconnected.

He tried a few more times, but to no avail.

"It's impossible to split firewood without using spiritual power, without an axe or other sharp weapon!

He began to ponder, what kind of method must have been found in the way that the Dean of the Eastern Academy could do it.

Yi Feng squatted down, picked up the fragment of firewood that the dean of the Eastern Courtyard had held in his hand just now, and observed it carefully.

"If there is nothing wrong with a person, then the key must be the firewood he has in his hand. ”

The dean of the East Courtyard was holding a wine jug in his hand and pouring wine, his eyes glanced out through the window, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "This kid's understanding is not bad!"

After Yi Feng looked at it carefully, the whole person was shocked, and some mysterious patterns could be seen on the firewood fragments, which means that this firewood was engraved with inscriptions before!

"How is this possible!"

It is true that inscriptions can be engraved on weapons to enhance their power, but any weapon has a limit to what it can bear.

Just like the most common weapon, it can only withstand the first level of inscriptions, and if it is engraved with a higher level of inscriptions, the weapon will be destroyed.

But now, he actually saw someone carving the inscription on ordinary wood.

Looking at the complexity of the inscriptions, I'm afraid there are also third-level inscriptions.

Yi Feng looked at the thatched house, saw the somewhat drunk dean of the East Courtyard by the window, and muttered to himself: "This guy's inscription attainment is really strong!"

After knowing the method, Yi Feng was also ready to start trying.

He took a deep breath and sat cross-legged to adjust himself to his best.

His right hand was full of spiritual power, and his left hand was gently holding a piece of firewood.

"Here we go!"

His fingers flicked slightly, carefully leaving a shallow mark on the stick.

It is indeed very difficult to engrave inscriptions on ordinary wood, and the first inscription has not been completely completed, and the firewood stick in his hand is exploded, and fragments are scattered.

Yi Feng frowned, the inscription he engraved on this wooden stick was only an inscription for the beginner of learning inscriptions, not even a first-level inscription, but this firewood stick could not bear it.

Then the inscriptions of higher grades can be imagined.

"One more time!"

Yi Feng picked up a firewood stick again and began to engrave inscriptions on it, with the experience of the first failure, Yi Feng controlled the power of the inscription this time.

An inscription gradually took shape on the stick.

Bang!

Just when this inscription was fully formed, the firewood stick shook and burst open, but this time it was not as fierce as the first burst.

Yi Feng picked up a firewood stick again and began to try.

With the first two failures, he also has some lessons.

When carving inscriptions on firewood sticks, the force must be light, and the inscriptions should be on the surface of the firewood sticks as much as possible.

Yi Feng picked up another firewood stick and started the third attempt.

The third time, failure!

Fourth, fail!

......

After ten attempts, Yi Feng finally engraved a rudimentary inscription on the firewood stick without it being broken.

But the sticks were already cracked, as if they were going to shatter at any moment.

"This is much more difficult than compiling an inscription on an inscription jade plate!" Yi Feng sighed.

"You have destroyed so many firewood sticks, these can't be counted! They all have to be mended!" came the voice of the dean of the East Courtyard from the thatched hut.

However, Yi Feng heard a hint of relief from this voice.

"It's my delusion, isn't it?"

Yi Feng smiled bitterly and continued to engrave the inscription.

As one firewood stick after another was destroyed, the success rate of Yi Feng's inscriptions was getting higher and higher.

There was already a hill of broken wood piled up on the side.

"It worked!"

Yi Feng finally engraved a rudimentary inscription on the firewood stick without the slightest damage.

With the experience of compiling the first inscription, Yi Feng began to try to engrave the second inscription on the firewood stick.

In the second inscription, he did not fail, and he succeeded in engraving it directly on the wood stick.

The third course!

The fourth course!

......

Soon, Yi Feng finished carving the sharp five inscriptions on this very firewood stick.

Although there were some cracks on the firewood stick, Yi Feng still had a sense of accomplishment.

"Finish the firewood!"

The dean of the East Courtyard appeared behind Yi Feng at some point, only to see him wave his hand, and a firewood stick like a mountain appeared in the courtyard.

"Lord Dean, how many trees have you cut down?" Yi Feng smiled bitterly.

The dean of the Eastern Courtyard didn't pay attention to him, but sat on the wooden chair on the side and looked at Yi Feng lightly.

Yi Feng held the firewood stick engraved with the inscription, and swung it forward, the wooden stick in his hand was like a sharp blade, and it made a whistling sound.

He wielded a wooden stick with an inscription in his hand and slashed at the firewood.

Bang!

After the wooden stick in his hand hit the firewood, it burst open, leaving a shallow mark on the firewood.

Yi Feng looked at the broken wooden stick in his hand in a daze, a little incredulous.

"You stupid!" The dean of the Eastern Courtyard glared at Yi Feng and said, "The wooden stick in your hand has reached the limit of bearing, naturally it can't withstand such a violent collision!"

"What the hell should I do?" Yi Feng asked.

With a wave of the headmaster's robe, another pile of wooden sticks appeared in the courtyard.

"You'll know after trying this, if you don't know, you can get out!" said yes, and the dean of the East Courtyard walked slowly towards the room with swaying steps.

"What an innate spirit body, that's just it!"

Yi Feng secretly scolded the dean of the East Academy in his heart, but his strength to not admit defeat was also stimulated.

He picked up the wooden stick on the side, took a deep breath, and began to engrave the third-level inscription directly on it.

"Master, I won't come a little bit, and I will directly engrave the third-level inscription!"

When he had just sketched the third-level inscription, the wooden stick couldn't bear it and cracked.

"If you don't, you can't believe it!"

Yi Feng held his breath, controlling his spiritual power extremely carefully, his fingers outlining the inscription.

However, when the mysterious inscription just left traces on the wooden stick, the wooden stick could not bear it and broke directly.

"This ordinary wooden stick can't withstand high-level inscriptions at all, and he must have a unique method to be able to engrave high-level inscriptions on it!"

Yi Feng tried his best to think of methods, and one idea after another was born in his mind, but after trying, they undoubtedly failed.

The wooden sticks turned into crumbs in Yi Feng's hands, and the accumulated wooden sticks were gradually decreasing.

"It's a little guy with understanding and perseverance! Jiang Shan has brought back a good seedling!" said the dean of the Eastern Academy.

When Yi Feng carved the primary inscription onto a wooden stick, it was enough to amaze him.

Yi Feng began to try different ways, indicating that he had discovered that the biggest limit of this ordinary wooden stick was to withstand the rudimentary inscription.

Bang!

Another stick broke in his hand, and after so many attempts, it left a shallow mark on the stick.

Suddenly, Yi Feng thought of something, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"I'm stupid! There's another way, why not!"

The dean of the Eastern Courtyard also noticed the change in Yi Feng's expression, and he put down the wine jug in his hand, and also raised some interest.

"Did this little guy come up with a solution?"

Yi Feng threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and directly engraved the inscription, the inscriptions were intertwined, and soon an inscription rune was formed.

At the moment when the inscription rune was formed, a sharp aura began to emanate.

"The ancestral inscription can be directly attached to the weapon, which should be the same as the inscription rune attached to the weapon!"

Yi Feng made a move with his hand, and a wooden stick was suspended in front of him.

"Go!"

As soon as Yi Feng pointed out, the inscription rune that exuded a sharp aura swept towards the wooden stick.

Click!

After the inscription rune was integrated into the wooden stick, the wooden stick made a cracking sound, and cracks began to appear on the surface and spread.

Yi Feng stared nervously, and after a moment, the spreading rift actually stopped.

"It works!"

Yi Feng held the wooden stick in his hand and immediately chopped it at the firewood on the side.

Bang!

After a sound, the wooden stick in Yi Feng's hand shattered again, but he was not depressed, because at the same time, the firewood was also split by him!

"Great, it worked!"

Yi Feng was pleasantly surprised, he carved an inscription rune again, and this time, he controlled the fusion of the inscription rune and the wooden stick more carefully.

This time, the wooden stick with the third-level inscription did not break after splitting one firewood, and only broke when the second firewood was split.

"This kid!" In the thatched house, the dean of the East Courtyard widened his eyes in disbelief, he didn't expect Yi Feng to really succeed!

"Genius! What a genius!" the dean of the East Academy's shoulders trembled with excitement.

"I can have no regrets!" said the dean of the Eastern Academy.

Yi Feng had the experience of attaching the ancestral inscription to the weapon, and as he tried, he became more and more proficient.

An hour later, the wooden stick in Yi Feng's hand could already hold on to dozens of firewoods.

Some of the students passing by the thatched huts in the east courtyard cast curious glances into the courtyard, and when they saw someone chopping wood, they whispered.

"I don't know which guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead has gone to the East Courtyard, let Dean Feng toss!"