Under the weakness and nervousness, a flash of lightning flashed through Liu Xiaoxiao's mind, and said: "Well, I just wrote it blindly, I don't know how in my head, but I was too irritable, so I wrote it casually." ”

"Is it really like that?" Ye Jiutian obviously couldn't believe it.

"Yes, that's really the case, I'm just too irritable and scribbling casually, otherwise?" Liu Xiaoxiao said firmly.

Ye Jiutian's heart was not completely calmed down until this moment. The things that Liu Xiaoxiao wrote just now, although they are crooked and strange, give people a strange feeling.

Although Ye Jiutian couldn't see what Liu Xiaoxiao wrote and what it meant, this did not prevent her from looking at this crooked thing from the perspective of an inscription master as an inscriptionist.

The so-called inscription is a medium to communicate the laws of heaven and earth, and through this medium, the energy between heaven and earth can be borrowed, so as to do something that ordinary spiritual power and Xuangong cannot do. In essence, inscriptions are also a kind of language, and most of the inscriptions in this world are established inscriptions with their own laws.

Of course, there are also many inscription masters, who are constantly groping and advancing, developing more and more bizarre inscriptions.

As an inscription master thousands of years ago, Ye Jiutian has naturally seen countless inscriptions, but she has never seen those things that Liu Xiaoxiao wrote down just now.

Although on the surface, there is nothing wonderful, but if these crooked things are practiced by the technique of inscriptions, they will definitely become a new form of inscriptions, attracting the natural laws between heaven and earth.

"Little sister, can you still remember how those things were written?" Ye Jiutian thought to himself for a moment, and then asked in a tone of great anticipation.

"Ah, this one, I want to think about it!" Liu Xiaoxiao scratched his head, a little weak.

"Don't worry, little sister, think about it carefully, think about it carefully, you must not forget, you must remember it!" At this time, Ye Jiutian's tone was almost pleading.

At this time, Liu Xiaoxiao finally understood a little. Could it be that those Chinese poems written in English contain secrets that she does not know?

Thinking of this, Liu Xiaoxiao no longer hesitated, and took out the sharp dagger in the storage space again, before he was about to make a knife, but Ye Jiutian's voice came from his ears again.

"In this way, don't put pen to paper first, close your eyes, don't trigger the spiritual power in the two spiritual energy springs and crystal balls, but to feel the strange energy between this heaven and earth, it wanders in every inch of space, if there is nothing, ethereal, exists between heaven and earth, mysterious, seemingly imperceptible, but seems to be catchable. ”

Hearing this, Liu Xiaoxiao closed his eyes slightly, and suppressed the space spiritual energy spring and the fire spiritual energy spring, as well as the spiritual energy in the crystal ball, and the body muscles and veins completely fell into an extremely relaxed state, and every inch of skin and veins in the whole body gave up the support of spiritual power and returned to the most primitive state.

Almost at the next moment when all the spiritual power returned to the spiritual energy spring, Liu Xiaoxiao really felt a wisp of heaven and earth energy that seemed to be nothing, mysterious and mysterious.

The dagger she held in her right hand was filled with a thin layer of jade-colored mist at the same time, and at this moment, Liu Xiaoxiao only felt that her hand holding the dagger was so heavy, not like holding a light dagger, but like falling on a heavy ancient mountain.

"That's right, that's the feeling, you remember it now, and then write solemnly!" Ye Jiutian in his mind was already nervous to the extreme, but he was still extremely patient and guided.

Liu Xiaoxiao nodded, and began to depict letters letter by letter on the ice on the surface.

The process is so slow that it doesn't look like she's writing a simple piece of English, but like she's depicting some kind of exquisite work of art, and every stroke she depicts is so slow, heavy, it's almost difficult.

For a long time, for a long time......

One stroke at a time, one stroke at a time......

Time seemed to be stuck in a swamp, slow and long, almost a quarter of an hour passed, and Liu Xiaoxiao finally sweated profusely to completely portray the English poems that could have been written in half a minute on the glorious ice.

When the last stroke fell, she sat down on the ground, sweat drenching her hair and skirts, as if she were about to be fished out of the water.

At this time, something even stranger happened in vain.

The English poems written by Liu Xiaoxiao this time, although they are also complete English poems, are really crooked compared to those of Fang Cai, and they are much uglier. Of course, such a result is also inevitable, after all, the injury supports the mountains, and it would be good to be able to write it, as for whether it is good or not, I will ignore it for the time being.

However, what is unbelievable is that in these deep and shallow ravines, there is a faint flow of jade-colored streamers, and every word and letter is like sprinkled with jade-colored gold dust.

Liu Xiaoxiao sat on the ground, looked intently, and after watching it for a long time, he was still a little dizzy.

"This ...... It's incredible, you little sister, you're really a genius!"

Ye Jiutian in his mind let out a praise without hesitation, and the whole person fell into a long silence again.

But at this time, the string of crooked English poems on the ground made a few crisp sounds, and then drove the ice cubes in the surface ice, and every letter was completely exploded, and the English poems engraved on the ground all disappeared at this moment, leaving only the potholes and ravines left behind by the deep and shallow explosions.

"What's going on?" Liu Xiaoxiao asked.

At this time, Ye Jiutian finally accepted the fact that Liu Xiaoxiao was a super genius, came back to his senses, and explained in a relatively calm tone: "That's because your inscription cultivation is too low-level, and it is common for you to not be able to keep it, and it is necessary to strengthen your cultivation in the future." ”

Speaking of this, she paused slightly, and then said in a slightly melancholy tone: "Hey, sister, I thought that I was already an amazing and all-round martial artist back then, but I didn't expect that there is a genius like you in this world, it's really incredible!"

Inscription master, as the most respected profession among all types of martial artists, is naturally one in a million.

A high-level inscription master can even fight against thousands of horses and thousands of armies on his own. Of course, the thousands of horses and thousands of armies mentioned here are all high-level martial artists.