Almost everyone present at this moment was not optimistic about Yi Qiu, because after all, among the few people who participated in this third round, that Jiang Guoshi and Master Yun were both well-known third-level instrument tripod masters in the Xuanxi Kingdom refining world, and the middle-aged scribe, although he didn't seem to be obvious, but he also had the strength that made both Jiang Guoshi and Master Yun jealous, and it was obvious that he must be a third-level instrument tripod master. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, even if Yi Qiu had an extraordinary talent for refining weapons, in front of the three third-level weapon masters, it would never be possible to have any chance of winning!

After all, the third-level inscription is not only something that can be comprehended by talent, but also requires extremely powerful soul power!

The middle-aged scribe coughed dryly and said, "Since the three of them are ready, let's take a few steps forward and then come to the table to get their swords." ”

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged scribe, with a wave of his big sleeves, four swords made of green steel immediately appeared side by side on the table.

Jiang Guoshi sneered, stood still in place, and then reached out and grabbed it, and a sword immediately flew up from the table, and then shot out like an arrow from Xuan, and instantly flew into his palm.

Seeing this scene, Master Yun couldn't help shrinking his pupils, and said with a smile: "Jiang Guoshi's empty hand is really more powerful, the old man admires, Fei Fei, go and get a sword for grandpa." ”

Yun Feifei snorted, walked quickly to the table, took a sword from the table, and then returned to Master Yun's side.

The middle-aged scribe looked sideways at Yi Qiu and said, "Young Master Yi, it's your turn." ”

Yi Qiu nodded, stepped forward as well, and picked up a green steel sword from the table, while the middle-aged scribe picked up the last sword.

Yi Qiu took a few steps back, then put the sword in the palm of his hand and weighed it twice, he couldn't help but nodded, and said in his heart: "This sword made of Xuanjing steel is really good, although it is not sinking, but the material is very hard, and it is definitely not comparable to the material of ordinary Xuan-level blades." ”

"Hmph, this Xuan Stainless Steel is an excellent material for refining Xuan-level high-grade blades, and it is extremely hard. ”

"The material for refining the Xuan-level high-grade blade, so any second-level and third-grade inscription can be engraved on it?" Yi Qiu asked with a flash in his eyes.

"Not bad!"

"I see. ”

Yi Qiu nodded, and a plan came to mind.

At this time, the four Qi Ding masters who participated in the competition, including Yi Qiu, each stood somewhere in the hall, each holding the same green steel sword in their hands, silently thinking about what to do next, to be able to defeat the other three.

The middle-aged scribe saw that everyone was ready, and said dryly, "Now that you are ready, let's start, within half an hour!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the four of them all bowed their heads and began to engrave.

However, Yi Qiu was not in a hurry, he first looked at the sword in his hand twice, and then said a little depressedly: "Tiger Venerable, this Xuan Stainless Steel is so hard, how should I engrave the inscription on it?"

Although Yi Qiu has comprehended a lot of inscriptions these days, they are all drawn on paper, and it is the first time for him to engrave inscriptions on this third-level material, so he can't help but be a little at a loss.

After all, this dark steel is not only extremely hard, but also only a finger wide, and the inscription should be engraved in it, if it is engraved with a brush, it is obviously unlikely.

At this time, Huzun said twelve words slowly: "Take your fingers as your pen, take blood as your ink, use steel as your paper, and draw patterns in the void!"

When Yi Qiu heard this, his expression was dazed, and he couldn't help muttering and repeating: "Take your fingers as your pen and your blood as your ink......!"

After repeating it twice, Yi Qiu's whole body couldn't help but be shocked, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "I understand!"

And just as Yi Qiu had just understood the chill in Hu Zun's words, the three of Master Yun immediately moved.

I saw that Master Nayun took the lead in taking out a bronze needle from his sleeve, this needle was only a needle long, as thin as a hair, if it were not for a person with strong eyesight, it would be difficult to notice, and seeing Master Nayun take out this needle, the middle-aged scribe on the side suddenly smiled slightly and said: "This is the bronze needle, one of the top ten pattern needles in the refining world of Xuanxi Kingdom, which is legendary. ”

The needle is a must-have thing for the Ding Master, just like the scholar's brush, most of the Ding Master wants to engrave the inscription on the blade, must rely on the needle, and the higher the quality of the needle, the better the inscription drawn, the stronger the true meaning of heaven and earth, the greater the power of the exhibition!

Therefore, when Master Yun took out this needle, he immediately caused a lot of exclamation.

Master Yun showed a slight smug look on his face, and said, "As one of the three deacon elders of the Golden Dragon Guild, and a personal disciple of Mr. Dongfang, the president of the Golden Dragon Guild, you must be no worse than the old man's." ”

The middle-aged scribe smiled, and took out a needle from his sleeve, and when everyone looked at it, they saw that the needle was like ink, and it was pitch black, about five inches long, and it was also as slender as silk.

"It's an ink needle!"

Seeing this scene, the crowd immediately let out a burst of exclamations!

And the faces of Master Nayun and Jiang Guoshi also changed, and a touch of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"I didn't expect President Dongfang to teach you all the ink needles, it seems that Your Excellency has won the trust of President Dongfang. Master Nayun snorted coldly and said with a look of jealousy.

Others may not know, but as a third-level instrument master, he naturally understands the status of the ink needle.

If the Hundred Flowers Bronze Needle in his hand can be ranked among the top ten in the refining world of Xuanxi Kingdom, then this ink needle is definitely among the top three, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is even the first pattern needle in Xuanxi!

It's just that this needle has always been in the hands of Dongfang Sheng, the only fourth-level instrument master in Xuanxi Kingdom, and Dongfang Sheng, the president of the Golden Dragon Guild, so no one expected that this needle would appear in the hands of this middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Master Yun has misunderstood, my master is just keeping this ink needle for the time being. ”

Master Nayun snorted coldly, obviously not believing the nonsense of the middle-aged scribe.

Then Master Nayun looked at Jiang Guoshi and said, "It's your turn for the National Teacher." ”

That Jiang Guoshi smiled slightly, and immediately took out a golden needle from his sleeve.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged scribe's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Golden steel needle!" Jiang Guoshi really took out this needle. ”

In the Xuanxi refining world, the status of the vajra needle is definitely no worse than the ink needle!

Jiang Guoshi said with a smile: "Since Your Excellency has taken out the ink needle, the national teacher naturally can't deal with it at will." ”

The middle-aged scribe nodded, then turned his gaze to Yi Qiu and said, "Young Master Yi, where is your tattoo needle?"

Yi Qiu spread his hands and said, "I don't need a needle!"

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