Fantasy: I have a new system every day

Ye Feng was the Hei Lian who cast his eyes on her body, his eyes glowed.

"This black lotus seat looks pretty good. It can keep your soul alive until now. It should be of high quality."

"Hey! Fellow Daoist, why bother, why do you want to cut off the inheritance."

Xu Yao closed her eyes as if she was appointed, she was just a wisp of soul, she was not Ye Feng's opponent at all.

Before she was alive, she was in a void state, and she had nothing to do with him.

Then, the latter pleaded: "Fellow Daoist, Hei Lian can give it to you, but this competition just happened, can I find someone to inherit it, and fellow Daoist Hei Lian can take it again."

In the past, she wanted to find the most suitable one, but now she can only find one at random.

"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.

Xu Yao was overjoyed, as long as it made sense.

However, Ye Feng continued.

"I happen to have a subordinate under my sect, who is also from your Saint Wen sect. The talent should be okay, so you can just let it go."

As he spoke, he grabbed Hei Lian directly.

The fat water does not flow into the field of outsiders, and the inheritance of the holy level must only be left to one's own people, how can it be easier for others.

Xu Yao had no choice but to let Ye Feng do what she wanted, she couldn't resist at all.

It would be great if I could find someone who could inherit it, otherwise my 10 years would be in vain.

After receiving the black lotus, Ye Feng's soul poured into it, refined it, and learned the usage of the black lotus.

He did not erase Xu Yao's soul, but kept it in it so that it would not dissipate.

This lotus is called "Soul Eater Lotus", the lower level of the holy rank, grows by devouring the soul.

It is very powerful. When activated, a black lotus will be formed in the enemy's mind, directly sucking up the opponent's soul. It is very strange and powerful.

At the same time, it also has the effect of nourishing the master's soul.

Growth type treasure, its value far exceeds the same level, it is very difficult to find.

Only then did Ye Feng come to the square with satisfaction.

It took only ten minutes to come and go.

The game on the field is still going on.

In the blink of an eye, three hours have passed.

It was completed one after another.

The disciples of the Shengwenzong took away the whiteboard they had drawn and sent it to the stand where the Shengwenzong was located in the north.

Judge and rate the elders of the St. Wenzong.

Four hours later, there were only dozens of people left in the blink of an eye.

Generally, those who challenge their own level upper limit are portrayed relatively slowly.

None of the inscription masters at the lower level of the spiritual grade have completed it. They have to carve at least five thousand inscriptions, and then superimpose and fuse them.

Due to the large number of inscriptions, they need more time.

Wang Wang Wang!
Suddenly, a few dogs barked on a table, attracting the attention of the audience.

Everyone turned their attention to this side.

"Is this someone who has painted the spiritual inscription pattern? It's too fast. I think the other masters haven't finished painting yet."

Everyone saw that it was the inscription master of Tianpin who was the first to enter the field before.

Also wearing a white mask.

And on the table in front of him, there is a three-foot-long wooden sword.

At this time, silver light appeared on the wooden sword, with intertwined lines, and on the table, there was a little silver dog about one foot long, lifelike.

The engraved inscription patterns can transform spirits, this is the spiritual inscription pattern master.

"It's really a spiritual grade inscription master, and, such a big puppy, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as the lower level of the spiritual grade."

"I've heard that the lower level of the spiritual level can at most depict small animals such as flowers, birds, insects and fish. The higher the level, the more inscription patterns are needed, and the greater the spirit that can be drawn."

"Besides, he was able to draw the inscription pattern of the middle level of the spiritual grade in such a short period of time. Does he really only have the strength of the middle level of the spiritual grade?!"

"..."

At this moment, not only the people present exclaimed, but also the dozen or so spiritual inscription masters who were carving the inscription patterns were also shaken in their hearts, and their previous efforts were almost wasted.

This is too fast, it seems that No.1 must be this person.

Even the elders of the Holy Pattern Sect were shocked. Even among them, only a few of them reached the lower level of the spirit rank, and none of them reached the middle level.

At this moment, I can't wait to take that wooden sword and have a look to see if it is really a middle-level spirit.

Sitting at the very center, Huang Gang, the suzerain of the Saint Pattern Sect, felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart. The middle level of the spirit, no, must be a line higher.

Is it to hide my true identity by covering up my face again?

This reminded him of his talented junior brother, could it be that he came for revenge.

Yang Yi did not leave the arena to rest in a special area, but stayed directly in the square and sat down on a chair.

This made the audience suspicious, not knowing why it stayed.

And Huang Gang became more convinced of his inner guess.

Soon, a disciple came to bring up Yang Yi's wooden sword, and asked for his name so that he could be ranked later.

Yang Yi reported his name casually, and he didn't intend to pretend.

When the elders of the Saint Pattern Sect on the stage saw the disciples coming up, their eyes brightened and they were full of anticipation, wanting to see who did this.

However, after knowing Yang Yi's name, all the elders fell silent.

Yang Yi, isn't that the defeated general of the suzerain a hundred years ago, and the suzerain secretly ordered him to be hunted down for a hundred years.

Several people turned their attention to the suzerain Huanggang, it seems that the other party wants to take revenge.

The Great Elder handed the wooden sword to Huang Gang, and said in a low voice: "Sovereign, the material of this wooden sword surpasses the spiritual grade, and the subordinates can't see the specific grade. Please ask the suzerain to decide."

Huang Gang took the wooden sword, poured his spiritual consciousness into it, and the puppy emerged, barking at him a few times, as if mocking him.

Huang Gang couldn't help but look a little cold, but he still looked at the wooden sword carefully.

"This seat can't see the specific grade."

The Great Elder was horrified at this moment. His own suzerain had handled the materials of the lower level of the holy grade, and he couldn't see it. Doesn't that mean that this sword is above the lower level of the holy grade.

The backer behind Yang Yi is a bit scary, it must be from Zhongyu.

Only then did he transmit his spiritual sense and said: "Sovereign, what should we do then, he must have brought a big shot, we are afraid we won't be able to afford it!"

"It doesn't matter, this seat is not without a backup."

Unexpectedly, Huang Gang just raised his hand, with a calm face, as if everything was under control.

"Then how to grade this wooden sword?" the Great Elder once again asked the doubts in his heart.

"Just grade normally, no need to suppress it."

Huang Gang waved his hand, with a casual expression on his face, as if he wasn't worried at all.

This made the Great Elder feel more at ease.

An hour later.

More than a dozen spiritual inscription masters have also completed one after another.

They all left their seats and went to the designated place to rest. Only Yang Yi was left in the scene, and he was the only one out there.

At this moment, everyone was extremely curious.

This person has been so mysterious since he first appeared on the stage, and now he is doing such a showy operation, which makes everyone confused.

However, the identity of the middle-level inscription master of the spiritual grade is there, and no one dares to speak out to ridicule him for seeking favor from the crowd. Everyone is curious about what the latter wants to do.

On the north stand, Huang Gang got up from his seat, attended, and said in a loud voice: "This seat announces that the tattoo master competition is over.... half an hour later, the ranking will be announced."

"slow!"

However, a loud and deep voice came from the square, suppressing the second half of his sentence.

It was Yang Yi who spoke.

And countless people's ears were pricked up, and all of them held their breath. The good show was finally about to begin.

Blatantly interrupting the speech of the suzerain of the Holy Pattern Sect, it seems that they are preparing to attack.

Then, everyone saw Yang Yi slowly stand up from his seat.

He took off the white mask on his face, revealing that slightly vicissitudes of face.

The voice came out again, looking at Huang Gang on the high platform: "Huang Gang, you used dirty tricks to win me a hundred years ago, how dare you fight to the death with me, Yang Yi, today?"

hiss!
One sentence contains too much information. At this time, everyone in the audience is analyzing how many layers of information are contained in this sentence, and what shocking secrets are hidden.

At this time, they all cheered up.

"Could it be that Yang Yi, one of the 'Double Stars' of the Saint Pattern Sect a hundred years ago, heard that he lost the suzerain contest a hundred years ago, and he is going to fight again with his senior brother."

A master recognized it and immediately revealed its secret.

"This is a life-and-death battle, and it's too ruthless. The loser will commit suicide in front of the world's tattoo masters. How much hatred is this?"

Everyone thinks it's not easy.

They all turned their attention to the suzerain Huang Gang and Yang Yi below.

Being watched by so many eyes, Huang Gang is also uncomfortable.

However, the years of his career as a superior have already trained him to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and he quickly recovered from the ancient well.

Immediately said to Yang Yi: "Brother, let's find an excuse and find a better one, make up a story that happened a hundred years ago, who knows, but since you are not convinced, then senior brother will defeat you again in front of the tattoo masters all over the world today. Let you lose heartily."

As he said that, he flew directly and landed on the square, ten meters away from Yang Yi.

As soon as this remark came out, a lot of good feelings were drawn immediately, and his demeanor was completely highlighted.

"Okay, let's start, the world's tattoo masters will prove it!"

Yang Yi didn't talk nonsense, and took out a blank wooden sword again, ready to draw.

"Brother, I will let you half an hour!"

Huang Gang stood aside, with his hands behind his back, and said very grandly.

"As expected of the suzerain of the Holy Pattern Sect, you really have a magnanimity. In this wave, I overwhelm the suzerain to win." Many melon-eating audiences immediately exclaimed more and more.

However, Huang Gang gained a lot of goodwill.

Everyone is looking forward to it. It is rumored that ten years ago, Sovereign Huang was the upper-level inscription master of spiritual products.

In the past ten years, few people know what level it has reached.

These two twin stars are known as the most monstrous duo since the founding of the Shengwenzong. Who will win the century-old battle?

However, Huang Gang didn't do anything, and neither did Yang Yi.

The two just looked at each other quietly, for 1 minute, 5 minutes, 15 minutes, 25 minutes...

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely suppressed. However, everyone didn't feel impatient, but felt that the blood in the whole body was about to erupt.

Just like the calm before the storm, and like a volcano about to erupt, the harder it is pressed, the more violent the eruption will be.