World Wide Martial Art

Ye Feng turned a deaf ear to all kinds of comments from the outside world. Situ

He had always wanted to try the power of the Zijin Spiritual Pen, and this time he finally got what he wanted.

After carefully spreading the blue dragon skin, a ray of cyan spiritual power swept up and slowly poured into the spiritual pen.

The spiritual power was poured into it, and the faint purple air displayed on the tip of the pen became more dense. After a brief moment of adaptation, Ye Feng took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and slowly and powerfully stretched out his right hand to hold the pen, stroke by stroke, and began to engrave on the animal skin. texture.

"Hmph, so what if I get the help of the Zijin Spiritual Pen? Without a comparable level of inscription, after all...it's all in vain with the help of the bamboo basket."

With a slight snort, Gu Zhangqing turned his head and stopped paying attention to Ye Feng, and started the third step.

He didn't think Ye Feng could succeed.

If Ye Feng chooses "Liu Yunzhuan", which is the least difficult to engrave, there may be a possibility of success, but "Nine Mysterious Jade Dew" is much higher than "Liu Yunzhuan" in terms of mental power consumption and precise control. In addition, using a high-level inscription pen like Zijin requires a huge amount of spiritual energy to support it.

Perhaps this kid's total amount of mental power can be used to simply carve lines, but once it comes to the subsequent real fusion, there will inevitably be insufficient leftover power.

At that time, it will only become a joke.

As if it confirmed Gu Zhangqing's thoughts, many experts outside the court stared at Ye Feng and began to shake their heads.

Young people, after all, are still eager for quick success and can't calm down.

How can a high-grade instrument on the list of inscribed instruments be controlled by a third-grade inscription master who is not worth mentioning?

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This is an extremely strange process. After using the Purple Ember Spiritual Pen, Ye Feng felt that his own mental power had become very sharp. He could easily leave a mark on the blue dragon's skin without much exertion of effort.

At the beginning, his movements seemed quite clumsy, and he had to control his mental power extremely carefully without being careless at all.

Like a hot knife cutting butter, the tip of the spiritual pen emits energy as thin as a hairspring, leaving a streaked path exactly as recorded on the instruction scroll.

Whether the lines are clear or not has a direct impact on the quality of the entire inscription. This process cannot be distracted at all, so it takes a relatively long time.

Inscriptions of level four and above are already considered medium-level inscriptions. Their patterns are so intricate that it is not easy to remember their locations.

Even Gong Ziyuan and Gu Zhangqing had to be highly concentrated when they reached this stage. This could be seen from the fact that their standing figures were completely motionless.

On the contrary, the most interesting ones at the moment are the contestants who chose the third-level inscription.

Cheers could be heard from time to time throughout the arena, indicating that another level three inscription had been successfully engraved.

The time required for the fourth-level inscription increases significantly. Even the fourth-level low-grade inscription usually takes about a day, while the fourth-level top-level mental power inscription takes two or three days, which is reasonable.

Two or three days of intense concentration and endless mental consumption, one can imagine how much depth it takes to do it.

Most of the people outside the arena came to watch the fun, and only the sect masters, some elders, and important figures kept their eyes on Gong Ziyuan and others.

Only when this long process is over will the final stage come.

At that time, it will be the craziest feast of this Inscription Master Conference.

Bang!

At dusk on the first day, the Purple Ember Spiritual Pen in front of Ye Feng suddenly fluctuated, and the blue dragon hide beneath it trembled rapidly. Although Ye Feng tried his best to maintain a stable flow of mental power, it still exploded quickly.

A domineering energy rolled out of the animal skin, instantly igniting the entire animal skin and turning it into fly ash.

"Well……"

Failed.

Reaching out to scatter the remaining pieces of the hide, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly. The grade of the blue dragon hide was too high. It must be that the impurities present in it were not all removed. Just a moment of distraction caused the situation to get out of control.

Ye Feng's mistake immediately aroused ridicule.

Especially those Tianyuan Sect disciples who were already sarcastic towards Ye Feng deliberately raised their voices and made exaggerated laughter.

Ye Feng was not affected by them. After concentrating for a moment, he reached out and picked out a pill. After taking it, he picked up the second piece of material.

It was the first time to carve such a high-level inscription, so some mistakes were inevitable, and...he was not very satisfied with the pattern that the talent had carved.

Such a small episode is really not worth mentioning. There are at least hundreds of people who failed to write inscriptions in the field. It is not easy to have a 20 to 30% chance of success.

This second time, Ye Feng seemed more cautious.

Looking at the whole field, his mental strength can be regarded as the best, but he can't help but lose continuously.

It was not until noon on the second day that he finally completed the texture depiction of the second piece of material. What appeared in front of him was a texture scroll with complex lines and intertwined energy.

There are more than a hundred lines, criss-crossing each other, and sixteen different kinds of Yuanli energy must be instilled in each line to successfully engrave this inscription.

It can be said to be a huge project.

Putting down the Zijin Spiritual Pen, Ye Feng rubbed his temples with a headache, and carved lines twice in a row, which made him feel dizzy in his mind.

The next step is to fuse the Yuanli energy with the animal skin.

This is also the most critical step. If the previous purification and engraving only tested the inscription master's mental strength, then this step will test their inscription level.

After taking another concentrating pill, Ye Feng took the opportunity to glance around. Gongzi Yuan and Gu Zhangqing both had solemn expressions on their faces. They were holding spiritual pens in their hands, activating the energy of Yuanli to begin the final step of fusion.

However, there was a faint layer of mist surrounding their bodies, blocking the desk and making their figures blurry as if through mist.

As an outstanding disciple of the inscription family, Gongzi Yuan must have mastered the unique inscription technique of the Zhong family. He has some special methods that cannot be seen by others.

The Tianyuan Sect is not weak either. It would be outrageous to be able to become the largest sect in the upper city of Jinhua without special techniques that are beyond ordinary people.

As for the mysterious man in black robes, he was wrapped in a black mist, almost completely obscured by him.

In comparison, Ye Feng had nothing to hide.

Sadly, he didn't have any special inscription method, so he could only follow the steps in the record honestly and step by step.

After a cup of tea, the dizziness in his mind disappeared. Ye Feng withdrew his gaze and began to distinguish the sixteen kinds of materials with his mental power. He carefully poured them into the inscription pen one by one, followed the engraved lines, and began to input, fusion.

Fusion is the most sophisticated method for inscription masters. It requires introducing as many as a dozen kinds of elemental energy into the animal hide, while accurately maintaining the balance between all materials. Even if there is a slight mistake, all previous efforts will be wasted.

"Be careful, if you fail, it's almost impossible to start over."

Even Yuan Ling couldn't hold himself back and whispered in Ye Feng's mind...