Chapter Twenty-Five: War Paints of Thorns!

At the same time, on a quiet path in Xijin Magic Pattern Academy, a short-haired girl in her early twenties, dressed in a purple and yellow school uniform, walked in it, with a proud temperament and beautiful appearance, and she was the top student of Xijin Academy, ---- Chai Shuang, and also the granddaughter of the master Chai Sang, and now she has reached the second level of the pilot.

At her age, reaching such a level is definitely the pride of the sky.

Next to her, there was a little boy who was only seven or eight years old, who looked naughty, his name was Chai Jin, and he was Chai Sang's own grandson.

"Sister, let me tell you good news, I have reached the second level of the apprentice yesterday, it's amazing. Chai Jin said a little ostentatious.

"Not bad. Chai Shuang replied softly, her tone was the same as her name, it seemed very cold, and Chai Shuang's words were also true, a seven or eight-year-old child, whose mind was not yet mature, was able to make the power reach the second level of the master, which was indeed very remarkable.

"Sister, look at it, when I'm as old as you, I can definitely reach the level of a great master, and when the time comes, I will be the number one powerhouse in Taiwu City, and I will be invincible all over the world, haha. Chai Jin smiled proudly, and opened his arms, posing like a strong man.

Syllable.

However, at this time, an inexplicable object suddenly flew in from outside the wall, passed through the branches, and smashed directly on Chai Jin's head.

When Chai Shuang, who had been very relaxed, reacted, and looked at his younger brother again, he had already been smashed to the ground, and a bloody mark was formed on his head.

"Damn, who attacked Lao Tzu?" Chai Jin said with a face full of displeasure as he covered his head.

For such a thing, Chai Shuang didn't react much, and a foreign object suddenly flew into the campus, although it was uncommon, but it was definitely not an uncommon thing.

Just wanted to help her brother up and persuade her, but Chai Shuang's expression suddenly moved, because her eyes were focused on the fragment of the magic pattern beside her brother.

"Hmm, someone would throw such a thing?" Chai Shuang muttered to himself, directly throwing his brother aside, and carefully picked up the fragment of the magic pattern, which looked extremely ordinary, and the knife work was also average, very inconspicuous.

However, a moment later, when Chai Shuang was about to throw it aside, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes showed a look of shock!

Because she found two abnormalities, the first is that this magic pattern is obviously broken because the stone can't withstand the powerful energy of the magic pattern, and often the cause of this phenomenon is that the battle demon pattern produces strong energy when it impacts with the opponent, so that such a thing will happen, and now Chai Shuang can obviously see that the fragment of the magic pattern in her hand is just a medicine magic pattern.

The fact that a medicine demon pattern could produce such a powerful energy undoubtedly surprised Chai Shuang.

Another point, Chai Shuang can obviously see that the knife work used to make the magic pattern can be called jerky and rough, giving people a novice feeling, but how can a novice create such a different magic pattern?

There is no doubt that the guy who made such a magic pattern is definitely not an ordinary pattern maker.

With such thoughts, Chai Shuang did not pause, grasped the Demon Pattern Fragment, followed the direction of the Demon Pattern Fragment just now, jumped forward, stood on the top of the three-meter-high wall, and looked down, only to see that the lonely alley was empty.

Look into the distance, where bustling streets are bustling with people and bustling with people.

Looking at the fragment of the magic pattern in his hand again, Chai Shuang's brows furrowed slightly, revealing a puzzled expression.

"Who could this guy be?" Chai Shuang whispered to herself.

At the same time, Xiao Hong didn't know that the magic pattern he threw out would fly so accurately, and after throwing away the super medicine magic pattern, Xiao Hong ran into the crowd of people and cars, ordinary clothes, ordinary appearance, instantly drowned him in the sea of people.

At six o'clock in the evening, the sun had begun to slowly dust in the west, leaving only a glimmer of dawn in the sky, and the sky had begun to darken.

Xiao Hong, who returned home, counted the things, and took out a white jade rough stone the size of a rice bowl from the bottom of the bed, which is a super high-quality white jade rough that Xiao Hong has always treasured, extremely rare, with a purity of nearly 100 percent, and a slightly higher strength.

It can be regarded as the best in white jade.

Picking up the cutting tool, carefully breaking the ultra-high purity white jade rough into three concave stones, Xiao Hong put the loaded stone again, and then began to mix the magic pattern liquid.

Relatively speaking, making a war pattern is more complicated than a medicine magic pattern, and the types of magic pattern liquid required are also a little more, for example, the thorn war pattern that Xiao Hong plans to make now requires four kinds of magic pattern liquid to cooperate with each other to be able to generate it.

Taking out the required materials the same, Xiao Hong began to concentrate on blending them, the dissolution of the heating and dissolving, the grinding into powder for grinding, each material, it can be said that it is extremely precious for the third-level magic pattern of the master.

This is mainly due to the fact that Xiao Hong made a windfall and had enough money on hand to naturally create an excellent war pattern for himself to use for self-defense.

After half an hour, Xiao Hong had four more tubes of magic pattern liquid of different colors in his hands, and carefully put these four tubes of magic pattern liquid on the shelf of the desk, Xiao Hong carefully took out the "containing tone" he dreamed of, and took out the oblique knife from the glyph knife bag.

As Xiao Hong injected the power into the carved knife, he saw that the crystal clear knife shaft emitted a faint fluorescent green light, and the small magic pattern between the tip of the knife and the knife shaft also shone brightly, carving the stone, and there was no slightest feeling of blockage, which was very smooth and free.

For carving on the concave pattern, Xiao Hong has been very skilled, and into a large number of his own style, and even Sang Hongyun's style, in short, is to intercept all the advantages of others, just five minutes later, on the concave surface of the stone, there is a mysterious pattern, every arc, every corner, no longer astringent, smooth and natural.

Then, Xiao Hong took out the nano knife, took out a magnifying glass, and began to carve fine lines on the nodes of the carved pattern little by little, preparing to apply the pattern in the pattern technique to the thorn war pattern.

With the "toned" nano knife, Xiao Hong carved fine lines in the lines, and became more handy.

Soon the pattern in the pattern was carved, and the next thing to do was to inject the pattern in the pattern into the pattern, and at this time, Xiao Hong had already held the blue-black magic pattern bead in the palm of his hand, ready to use it at any time.

Injected with the magic pattern liquid in the pattern, Xiao Hong has changed to Bella magic pattern liquid, and the conduction of this liquid is even better.

After injecting the magic pattern, Xiao Hong began to complete the last step, which was activation, which was also the most critical part of using the pattern-in-tattoo technology.

As Xiao Hong injected the power into the magic pattern, in an instant, the power in Xiao Hong's body dropped wildly according to the percentage again.

In just a few seconds, the power in Xiao Hong's body was about to be exhausted, and Xiao Hong, who had been prepared, also threw the blue-black magic bead into his mouth in an instant, and the power was replenished.

Just right, when the driving power was consumed to 150%, the thorn war pattern in Xiao Hong's hand was successfully made.

Compared with the ordinary medicine demon pattern, the thorn war pattern is much more complex in terms of lines and colors, and the entire magic pattern is composed of three colors, which looks like a mysterious picture, and the magic pattern liquid solidified between the lines is also like a crystal, clear and bright.

Carefully picked up the magic pattern, turned it over and over, Xiao Hong's eyes flashed with endless light, just such a magic pattern, just from the material, it cost Xiao Hong a full seven gold coins.

There is a world of difference from the light-wing war pattern that can almost be mass-produced and is the most popular in the army, and the biggest difference is that the light-wing war pattern uses artificial synthetic spirit animal blood, which is naturally not as natural as the natural one, and the structure is relatively simple.

It can be seen from the price alone, the Light Wing War Pattern can be called the cheapest War Paint, priced at 50 silver coins, and Xiao Hong's current magic pattern is not a high production cost, just counting the materials is enough to have as many as seven gold coins.

Slightly infiltrating the power into the thorn war pattern, Xiao Hong can clearly feel that there are a total of 120 strands of energy in it, which means that it can be used 120 times, which is not bad, if you don't engage in high-frequency battles, at least it can be used for a while.

Holding the thorn war pattern and walking out of the house, the sky had completely darkened, and he walked into the small forest only a few dozen meters away from him, and then Xiao Hong mobilized his power to drive the thorn demon pattern in his hand.

In an instant, on Xiao Hong's arm, an emerald green energy magic pattern was formed, constantly surrounding his right arm, once again injecting his power into the magic pattern, only to see that a thorn vine composed of energy bodies slowly grew in Xiao Hong's right hand, which was covered with sharp spikes.

Through precise control of the force, Xiao Hong waved at the trunk of a bowl in front of him!

Syllable!

As the thorn vines whipped against the trunk of the tree, the sharp spikes, like irregular hacksaws and the fangs of wild beasts, tore at endless sawdust.

After a few moments, the trunk of the tree, which was the thickness of the bowl, was easily cut off, and the tree collapsed in the woods, and the cut was rough as if it had been torn off by a wild beast.

As a small pharmacist, Xiao Hong knows very well that such injuries are often more difficult to treat than knife cutting.

"The power is not bad. Xiao Hong muttered to himself.

Then Xiao Hong began to practice on his own, trying to use this thorny war pattern to evolve other combat moves, and diversify the striking methods of this magic pattern as much as possible.

At the same time that Xiao Hong used the newly created thorn war pattern to wreak havoc, in the Xijin Demon Pattern Academy in Taiwu City, Chai Shuang sent his younger brother away and returned to his luxurious dormitory.

This is a luxury villa with a single courtyard, often in Xijin College, only the top students, are qualified to live, and the living settings are naturally readily available.