Chapter 357 - The Chilling Knife
Chapter 357 - The Chilling Knife
Although there are more tattooers, they are the main combat force in this world. However, the high attack power and wide range of the tattoo technique, as well as the carving of the tattoo into the palace for the tattooer, are destined to be the most important mainstream.
There is not a single person like Li Bai who has the talent of a tattoo master, but who has the path of a tattooer.
Just after Xia Yubing was finished, Jiang Rou had already opened her eyes, and the lines of the stars were flying around her.
She practiced the secret technique of the Stars Academy [Gathering Stars], which was also a fifth-order exercise.
His exercises are not in the five elements, but in his own body and into his own use.
[Gathering Stars] is a very powerful exercise, and when you practice it to the extreme, you can attract the starlight to come just by running the exercise. Not in the five elements, but beyond the five elements.
Her face was full of confidence, and the lines were constantly flying and building.
Even if she occasionally failed, the confidence on her face became more and more intense.
As the time passed, only about half an hour remained.
Among the eight participating students, including Xia Yubing and Xuan Xiu, four students have successfully created a pattern. Only Jiang Rou and two students were constantly constructing the pattern. It's just that there's a difference.
Jiang Rou's face was full of confidence, as if she had never worried about her failure.
On the contrary, the two students were already sweating profusely, and their faces were flushed.
Obviously, there is already a sense of helplessness to create a pattern.
After all, it is not easy to create a pattern.
How many powerful patterns are made after countless years of immersion.
It is not so easy to create a pattern in just four hours, even if there is no level requirement.
In addition, there is another outlier - dream poetry.
Since the beginning of the fight, Mengshi has been meditating with her eyes closed, never opening her eyes, and never condensing and forming her lines. Some even worry about whether she is asleep......
Those Tianjiao, who were so shocked by the more than 9,000 patterns in the selection battle that Mengshi didn't dare to say anything, such as Li Bufan, Xue Xingfu and others, showed expressions of watching the play one by one. The outer gate of Yunfu is already a plate of scattered sand. Like Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, these are just outliers, and like Zuo Langlan, Huang Qiuye, An Que and others who played friendship in the battle of the Forbidden Forest, they are also only a few.
More like Li Bufan, Hu Kong, who has been expelled from the outer door, Xue Xingfu in the north, etc., which one is not each with a ghost. After all, everyone's final goal is the Seven Disciples of Yunfu. And Yunfu accepts apprentices, and only accepts one person at a time.
Once it will be successful, it will always bring ten thousand bones withered.
Either way, they definitely don't mind looking at each other's jokes.
There were less than fifteen minutes left.
Jiang Rou's mask also shattered in response, and it was obvious that she had also succeeded in creating a pattern.
The only ones left were the two students who couldn't create the pattern, and the dream poem who still closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
Jiang Rou was slim, the pale yellow light veil on her body fluttered in the wind, looking at Mengshi's light mask, her face showed disdain. Sure enough, when it came to these competitions comparing tattoo talents, was it revealed?
There are only five minutes left!
Even Xu Yan frowned: "Isn't that little girl really asleep?"
Jin Qianji smiled and looked at Xu Yan with meaningful eyes: "Worried?"
Xu Yan was furious: "What are you laughing at, beating you!"
"Hehehe. Still that defiant laughter.
............
It was as if I felt the gaze of everyone.
Mengshi's eyes opened slightly, and a wave of fire around her body filled the ball of light!
The lines are like waves of fire, constantly entangled and intertwined!
Rumble!
In the blink of an eye, the ball of light shattered.
This scene saw countless people's mouths open and unable to close.
This......
Since the first creation was successful!?
"Nope. As a master of tattoos, Grandma Qianshu naturally saw the clues. She also had a slightly complicated look on her face: "She has probably tried and failed countless times in her mind, and finally succeeded once. Her understanding of the tattoo technique has reached the outrageous level, even if she simulates the creation of the pattern in the sea of knowledge, there will be no mistakes. 」
"With this genius, the north will not fall for hundreds of years!"
The bigwigs sitting on the stone platform all showed solemn expressions on their faces.
They need infighting, but the North and the South are the real battlegrounds. Mengshi is a genius of the North, and now he is at the cutting edge. It is conceivable that a hundred years later, this woman will step into the Hundred Patterns Realm and the Thousand Patterns Realm, and she will become an existence that shocks the south!
............
"It's time!" retracted the Heavenly Divine Book.
The two students looked at each other in despair, as if they had found solace in each other.
Among the eight students who participated in the competition, two students were still unable to create a pattern in the end, and they were obviously defeated and disqualified.
"From the order in which the pattern was created, let's show the pattern first. Grandma Qianshu is obviously a little selfish, and wants to take a look at Xia Yubing's natal pattern as soon as possible. The sooner you create it, the better. Only those tattoo masters with mediocre strength and limited future will randomly find one or two patterns that have been created as their natal patterns.
When Xia Yubing heard this, she knew that it was time for her to show it.
She took two steps forward and took a deep breath.
If you create your own natal pattern, the pattern has a strong resonance with yourself.
Even though it has not been created for a long time, there is a wonderful sense of familiarity.
An icy feeling emerged from half a foot in front of Xia Yubing's body, and the lines were like ice lines intertwined. Just a cold feeling, even Mengshi frowned slightly. She practiced the most [Burning Heaven Gong] of the fire attribute, and she was naturally not very interested in the ice attribute that was opposed to her.
Somewhere in the stands, a middle-aged man figure looked at it with tears in his eyes. It was only quickly that he realized his gaffe, and he forcibly looked up, and no one noticed his tears.
When he saw Xia Yubing's natal pattern, he couldn't help himself.
That's a knife.
Although it looks like there is only one silhouette, the edge of its blade body complements the ice attribute of the Wind Chill Gong, which makes people feel a tingling scalp just by looking at it.
The knife of the Xia family.
The Xia family's world-famous [Burning Leaf Knife] cannot be inherited by Xia Yubing, the tattoo master, but who said that she didn't have the Xia family's knife in her heart?
Xia Yubing's face was cold: "This is my natal pattern - [Cold Knife]!"
Seeing this, Grandma Qianshu nodded slightly, obviously very satisfied with this pattern. With her realm, she could naturally see the ability and potential of this pattern at a glance. Even so, you still have to entertain the audience to be there. I saw her nodding slightly to Shi Feng, and Shi Feng understood: "The puppet." 」
Several disciples of the Iron and Blood Battle Sect walked into the martial arts arena with dolls in their hands, and they were obviously high-grade goods mixed with Mithril.
"Bombard the glyph on the puppet to test its power. 」
"Yes. Xia Yubing waited for the disciples of the Iron Blood Battle Gate to get out of the way, and slammed the cold knife in front of him on the puppet!
Airplanes......
The blue shadow flashed through, like a knife falling without a trace.
The puppet was slashed diagonally from the shoulder.
On its knife marks, it is clearly visible that it is filled with a thick frost.