In just a quarter of an hour, the two soy sauces of the Fu Pavilion and the Formation Hall were separated.

Zhang Ke from the Fu Gong Pavilion achieved a score of three thousand and one basic patterns, and with a slight advantage of one pattern, he narrowly defeated Li Yan of the Formation Hall with three thousand basic patterns.

Zhang Ke is very proud, his life has never been so brilliant.

In the first round, the Fu Pavilion won, the boys and girls of the Fu Pavilion looked happy, and the people of the Formation Hall were accumulating anger points.

"Why hasn't that little guy come down yet?"

With a question, everyone's eyes were cast on Gu Qingci, and his hands were still glowing, pressed on the stone tablet, and his eyes were closed.

The number on the stele is shown at five hundred.

Laughter erupted in laughter, but in the midst of the laughter, the number soared from five hundred to one thousand, then from one thousand to two thousand, and finally to three thousand and two.

So the ridicule was a lot weaker, but it still existed, after all, it was only one or two lines higher than the bottom.

Zhang Ke and Li Yan had 10,000 alpacas galloping past in their hearts, especially Li Yan, he was counting on Gu Qingci to be at the bottom and find him some ground, but he didn't expect to become the bottom.

I don't want to be inferior to the ten-year-old boy in the Wendian, Li Yan was very hurt, he looked up at the sky, and felt that the sky was so gloomy, and the sunlight was so dazzling, he began to doubt life.

At this time, the second group of personnel from both sides came on the field and started a new battle.

But Gu Qingci was still there, and the number was slowly growing at a single-digit pace.

The two who just came on the field were obviously much better than Zhang Ke and Li Yan, and the numbers soared all the way, and finally fixed at the level of five thousand, this time, the young man from the Formation Hall pulled back a game, the people of the Formation Hall raised their eyebrows, and the people of the Fu Pavilion had to work hard.

The two sides turned their heads to see that Gu Qingci was still on the field, and under the gaze of everyone, his value rose to more than five thousand, ten lines ahead of the young man in the formation hall.

"This guy definitely did it on purpose!"

"This kid is so hateful. ”

The crowd was surging, and Gu Qingci successfully aroused public indignation.

Zhang Ke and Li Yan said weakly: "It seems that in the process of the competition, we can't know the information of the outside world. ”

"You mean, this guy didn't mean it, coincidence?" the crowd wondered.

The third group of opponents played, this time it was two girls, so the cheering voices of both sides were several levels stronger than before.

Gu Qingci was still standing in front of the stone stele, like an eternal statue.

The two girls are brilliant, significantly stronger than the previous two groups, mastering eight thousand basic patterns, and even a tie.

Everyone looked at Gu Qingci silently, this guy had converged a lot, no longer suddenly accelerating like a roller coaster, and there were not just one, hundreds more.

But at this time, even if everyone knew that they couldn't perceive the outside world during the test, they also thought that Gu Qingci was deliberate.

This guy is so hateful, blind to the harmless appearance of humans and animals.

Next, the competition between the two sides became longer and longer, and the characters became stronger and stronger, and by the sixth group, both sides had mastered more than 10,000 basic patterns.

However, everyone turned their heads to see that Gu Qingci was still standing in front of the stone tablet, and he always had more lines than others.

The opponent of flowing water, Gu Qingci who fights with iron.

Everyone was dumbfounded, some people had already questioned that Gu Qingci's stone tablet was greasy, and it was vetoed after being glared at by the immortal cultivators.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to clean up this kid. Someone said hatefully, causing others to agree.

In the seventh group of duels, the Fu Pavilion had their best senior sister Mengran, and the Formation Hall no longer sent people in order of strength and weakness, they wanted four more people, and they sent Qian Feng before.

The collision of the two strongest people, the tip of the needle against Mai Mang, normally speaking, the duel between these two people determines the fate of the first person.

But there is an element of uncertainty.

Everyone glanced at Gu Qingci strangely, and there was an absurd method in their hearts: This guy shouldn't be the same as just now, it would be too rebellious.

Gu Qingci had been in the world of the stele for more than half an hour, he was not bored to tease others, but to observe the changes of various lines in the stele.

He finally understood what that kind of Dao rhyme was, it was the same breath as the "Tattoo Dao Book", which was very faint, and only if he had too deep contact with the "Tattoo Dao Book" could he detect that trace of Dao rhyme.

In the stele, each pattern changes, sometimes in shape, sometimes in power.

Compared with the "Book of Tattoos", because there are only boring and mysterious lines in the book, Gu Qingci has no guidance, and he relies on his own exploration, and the basic patterns in the stone tablet have evolved into various forms, which is easier to see the essence in comparison.

In Gu Qingci's heartfelt words, the stele is a living "Book of Tattoos", and its real purpose should be to practice patterns.

But the only one who can do this is Gu Qingci.

Just watching, his tattoo cultivation has reached a new level, and many small mistakes have been corrected by him, and his understanding of tattoos is more profound and he has benefited a lot.

Although there are as many patterns in the stele as in the "Book of Tattoos", most of Gu Qingci has already mastered it, and he only needs to glance at it a few times to understand it profoundly, all because he has a deep foundation.

During this period, he will pay attention to the outside world and increase the number casually.

Be low-key, just a few more than others, he thought.

But it seems to be more high-profile.

is still too good, Gu Qingci felt a little distressed about his excellence.

The strongest duel here began, and everyone nervously looked at the constantly jumping numbers on the stone tablet, from hundreds to thousands, and then from thousands to thousands, and the atmosphere was very tense by them, as if the air was about to freeze.

Only Gu Qingci felt strange, what did more than 10,000 basic patterns count, did he count one-sixth of it?

The battle over there has reached a fever pitch, and both of them have broken 20,000 basic lines, which was very rare in the past!

The audience was even more excited than the two, they shouted loudly, and the atmosphere was ignited to the extreme.

Finally, the two of them left the stele with both hands, announcing the end of this round of competition, and in the end, Qianfeng of the Formation Hall won with a slight advantage of dozens of lines.

Qian Feng smiled, he suppressed the joy in his heart, and tried his best to make himself look modest, so that he could leave a good impression in front of the beautiful woman.

On the other side, a woman named Mengran gritted her silver teeth, her face full of unconvinced.

He ...... It's over. ”

An exclamation attracted everyone's attention to Gu Qingci, and the young man who had been staying by the stone tablet finally put down his hands, opened his eyes, and looked at everyone curiously, as if wondering why he was looked at like this by everyone.

The number on the stele is more than 20,000, dozens more than Qianfeng.

Qianfeng's smile froze, and he looked at that number in disbelief, why, a little guy with a tattoo hall, who was four years younger than him, actually surpassed him in the basic tattoo.

Qianfeng felt that his face was hot, and his heart was very high, which was a shame that he couldn't accept.

With the completion of the last four places in the formation hall, the first round of the competition is over, this time it is different from previous years, the tattoo hall won the first place for the first time, and everyone is a little unreal.

The people of the Fu Pavilion and the Formation Hall could only comfort themselves with words like "After all, the Tattoo Hall only cultivates the pattern every day, and has an innate advantage", and vowed to compete for the first place in the next competition and beat the little guy of the Tattoo Hall back to its original form.

The second round of the competition is engraving.

Although they are all engraved, the materials of the three are different, the Fu Gong Pavilion is drawn on the rune paper with a pen, the Formation Hall is engraved on the array flag, and Gu Qingci is engraved on the ore.

On the square, the immortal cultivator gave an order, and the Fu Pavilion and the Formation Hall had already prepared, and they took out all kinds of materials for painting patterns.

Fu Gong Pavilion is pen and ink and paper, a variety of materials of the drawing pen, the tip of the pen is stained with the red ink, red, the paper is made of spirit wood, it looks a little rough.

The people of the formation hall took out a pole of unengraved array flags, and the tools for painting patterns were also drawing pens.

The drawing pen is a very good drawing tool, much better than the inferior carving knife in the tattoo hall.

Gu Qingci thought of the sentence at the beginning of "The Book of Tattoos", the tattoo is the text of an immortal.

Maybe it's a text that makes it too good to use a pen.

He was next to the two groups of people, in a corner, but very conspicuous.

Because he was holding a branch in his hand that he had picked up from nowhere, and the trunk of the branch was withered and crooked, and it was worse than the drawing pen in the hand of others.

Everyone suspected that he was not here to carve, but to laugh to death.

Everyone managed to be amused by him.

Gu Qingci's face was expressionless, his heart did not fluctuate, and he thought, why didn't these people accept the lesson just now?

"Don't think that mastering more patterns is great, taking a rotten branch to carve a pattern is disrespectful to the pattern, and even the ceremony of carving the pattern is not performed!"

Gu Qingci smiled, he was not in a hurry to carve the pattern first, but looked at Qianfeng and Mengran.

The two of them are extremely standard in their drawing movements, and at first glance, they are obviously better than others, Gu Qingci only looked at the corner of the pattern that the two of them had just drawn to understand that these two people had drawn quadruple patterns.

"Is it useful to look at other people's carvings?" said someone else.

"Useful" Gu Qingci nodded, and replied rarely, he poured qi into the branches, reaching the quality and quantity that the dead branches could bear, and the dead branches seemed to have been baptized, covered with a faint light.

Gu Qingci held the withered branch in his hand, and the bluestone carving on the ground was like a fresh mudslide in the crowd of people who were particular about materials.

He couldn't carve at his usual speed, which would be much faster than the others, so he could only slow down and reduce himself to a level that was a little better than the others.

The square was quiet, everyone was carving with their hearts, and this process lasted for a long time, and it took a quarter of an hour for the first person to complete the carving, and he carved a double pattern.

The simpler the pattern, the faster it will be completed, Gu Qingci engraved a five-fold pattern, one more than the two of them, he pretended to be pretending, and could only be completed in the last one.