Fantasy: I have a new system every day

The venue for the competition is a square building with auditoriums on all sides.

In the middle is a square with a diameter of about [-] meters, like a football field.

On the square, there are thousands of tables, each with a whiteboard and a carving knife.

Don't underestimate this white board, this is Chengwen wood, although it is only the lower level of Tianpin, it can withstand the inscription pattern of the upper level of Tianpin.

Countless people watched this scene, all of them were shocked by Sheng Wenzong's great generosity.

The lower ranks of Tianpin, even in first-class forces, can be regarded as scarce resources, even strategic resources.

But Sheng Wenzong actually took out thousands of cards at once, just for a competition.

This is richer than a super-first-class force, and it also has a lot of influence.

"Master, then the subordinates will go to the competition." Yang Yi bowed his hands to Ye Feng and walked towards the square.

Ye Feng responded, walked up to the auditorium, found an empty seat and sat down, but there was no one around.

At this time, five or six hundred inscription masters are already in place on the square, and those who dare to come to compete are all land grade and above.

They don't want to get a ranking, but to show their face.

Many powerful people in the Northwest Territory will come to visit the tattoo master competition. If others are interested in it, then they will have business.

This is a great opportunity to advertise for free.

The tattoo masters below Tianpin all stood to the side, leaving the middle position to the Tianpin inscription tattoo master.

Yang Yi's entry has attracted the attention of many people.

"Look, the first Tianpin upper-level inscription master has entered the arena."

"It's finally here. This kind of master always likes to play last."

"I also wore a mask. This is to increase the sense of mystery. Is it because we are afraid that we will ask him to engrave the inscription pattern and disturb his meditation?"

"..."

Everyone started talking in low voices.

Time passed slowly, and the masters came one after another.

Among them, more than a dozen people have reached the lower level of spiritual products, and the leader of them has reached the middle level of spiritual products.

As soon as more than a dozen people entered the arena, there was an uproar immediately, and all the audience exploded.

No one else, because these people are all well-known inscription masters in the Northwest Territory.

"The middle-level master of the spiritual rank, I know, is the ancestor of the Lingwen sect. I didn't expect that he has come this time, so he is confident to win the first place."

"It should be to comprehend the statue of the holy god!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion.

It was noon in a blink of an eye.

A man in his fifties stood up from the auditorium on the east side. He was the suzerain of the Saint Wen Sect - Huang Gang.

The latter clasped his fists at the inscription masters outside the field, and said in a loud voice: "Thank you for coming to support us. It is really full of glory. I announce that the tattoo master competition has officially begun."

As soon as the words fell, thousands of inscription masters in the field hurriedly waved the carving knives on the table, and began to carve on the white board in front of them.

Concentrate on, hand speed like flying.

A series of complex lines appear on the whiteboard
Yang Yi took out a three-foot wooden sword, which was given to him by Ye Feng before.

A series of inscription patterns were formed on it and superimposed.

The inscription pattern is to first draw a single inscription pattern, and then use the innate fit and proficiency of the inscription master to integrate it into the previous inscription patterns to form a complete set of inscription patterns.

Compatibility is born and is a prerequisite for becoming an inscription master, while proficiency depends on acquired practice.

Inscription masters rely on the degree of fit to communicate the inscriptions, the higher the degree of fit, the faster the communication between the inscriptions.

The degree of fit is innate, and it is almost difficult to improve the day after tomorrow.
The proficiency is honed out the day after tomorrow and requires years of practice.

Of course, there is also the strength of the soul.

Drawing inscription patterns consumes the power of the soul, and the soul is not strong, nor can it support high-intensity depiction.

The three are called the three magic weapons of the inscription master.

In the arena, the inscription masters at the upper and lower levels of Tianpin all use whiteboards.

And those masters of spiritual inscription patterns, or those who thought they could try spiritual products, took out the materials they brought.

Spiritual materials are indeed scarce, some take out a piece of wood, some are a broken tile, some are bricks, and so on.

However, this is also the most eye-catching point. The eyes of the people on the stage are all attracted by these masters.

Everyone held their breath, for fear of disturbing the masters by making noise.

Ye Feng also looked at it with gusto, so many people participated in the game together, it was like watching a football field.

The inscription masters at the lower level of Tianpin need to superimpose and fuse one thousand inscriptions, two thousand at the middle level, and three thousand at the upper level.

There are five thousand ways in the lower level of the spiritual level, six thousand ways in the middle level, seven thousand ways in the upper level, and ten thousand ways in the lower level of the holy level.

Therefore, it is an extremely time-consuming process, and it cannot be completed within a few hours.

But none of the people present found it difficult to wait.

Although I can't understand it, everyone thinks it is very powerful.

Ye Feng also paid close attention to it, but found it interesting.

"Ding, the host can sign in next to the 'Statue of Wen Sheng'."

Just at this time, the voice of the sign-in system rang in his mind.

"This can trigger the sign-in task, but it seems that it hasn't been triggered for a long time."

Ye Feng came back to his senses, since the mission was triggered, the rewards must not be low, at least for the lower ranks of the holy rank.

After thinking about it for a while, now that Yang Yi is playing, no one else recognizes him.

When he challenges Huang Gang, I'm afraid I won't be able to move away, so I have to watch the scene at all times to avoid accidents.

So go and sign in now.

Do it when you think of it.

Ye Feng didn't hesitate, he left the stands silently, and walked towards the outside, but he didn't attract much attention.

From time to time, someone left the venue, either because of something, or something else.

As for how to walk the statue of the Holy God, it's easy to find.

The statue is about [-] meters high, as high as a ten-story building, and you can see it when you look up.

Ye Feng distorted the space, and the surrounding light distorted accordingly, turning himself into an invisible state, and walked towards the Wensheng statue.

The defense is relatively tight, with three steps and one sentry, and five steps and one post, but with their cultivation base, they couldn't find Ye Feng at all, and they easily came to the Wensheng statue.

The statue looks a little black, and the surface stone skin has peeled off, full of traces of years of erosion.

It's not easy at first glance.

Ye Feng immediately ordered in his mind: "System, sign in!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully signing in, and obtaining a copy of the lower-level magic method of the Holy Grade "Shenxiang Tianyin." The voice of the sign-in system sounded.

Immediately, a piece of information flooded into Ye Feng's mind.

He then learned that "Shen Xiang Tian Yin" would suddenly become a thousand times bigger in stature, and his strength would also be crazily increased.

"Isn't this the Faxiang Tiandi?!"

Ye Feng complained in his heart, but it is indeed a good thing.

The spells of the lower level of the holy grade are just right for him now, and they can fully exert their power.

"It can trigger the sign-in system, and for so many years, countless people want to understand the secrets in the statue of Wen Sheng. What exactly is it?"

Ye Feng was very suspicious, it couldn't be groundless.

There must be a big secret in the statue of Wensheng.

He stroked the statue with his hand, and his divine sense penetrated into it, wanting to take a peek.

However, the consciousness was blocked by an inexplicable restriction, unable to enter it.

With Ye Feng's current strength of consciousness, he couldn't even penetrate it, which aroused his strong interest.

It seems that the Saint Rune Master does have some means.

No wonder no one has been able to know the secret for so many years.

"This should be some kind of seal. Only those who have been recognized by the tattooed holy statue can enter it. It can also be regarded as a kind of inheritance. However, it may not be enough to stop me."

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth curled up. The thing he fears the most is restriction and seal.

I have the emperor's magic method "Pozi Jue", and all the restrictions and seals in front of me are like nothing.

Immediately, he flew up and put his big hand on the belly of the tattooed holy statue.

At the same time, the "Pozi Jue" was destroyed, and the next moment, a big hole was broken in the seal covering the inner layer of the statue.

A suction came, trying to suck Ye Feng in.

If Ye Feng resisted, he could indeed break free, but he did not resist.

Let the suction suck you in.

At the same time, I am amazed in my heart, space teleportation, this is the means of a saint.

As expected of a sacred inscription master, this is probably a space teleportation inscription.

It is estimated that the founder of the Saint Pattern Sect was not from the Northwest Territory at all, but from the Central Territory.

Ye Feng appeared in an independent space in a blink of an eye, and the space had a radius of [-] meters.

There is a faint light, like a square, and in its center.

There is a huge lotus stand, ten meters high and six meters in diameter.

And in the center of it, a black lotus flower quietly floats.

Ye Feng was also a bold person with high skills, and walked directly towards Hei Lian.

Intuition told him that this black lotus is not simple.

When it got closer, it was discovered that the black lotus had seven petals in total, three inches in diameter, and bursts of black air lingered on it.

Feeling the arrival of a stranger, a white smoke suddenly rose above it, and a white soul appeared.

Very light, almost transparent, it seems that it can dissipate at any time.

She is a beautiful woman in her twenties.

If you guess correctly, this person is the founder of the Saint Wen Sect.

Ye Feng immediately threw a detection at him, and learned that his name was Xu Yao.

Once the seventh elder of the Shenwen Sect in the Central Territory, he resigned from his position in his later years and came to the Northwest Territory to retire.

10 years ago, the Saint Wen sect was founded here, and eventually died of old age.

Hei Lian preserved a ray of her soul, which remains to this day.

Leaving the god statue is just waiting for someone who is destined to find another successor.

"Fellow Daoist, the old man left this seal just to find a successor. If you forcefully break it, the old man will not rest in peace."

A beautiful woman called herself an old student in front of him, which made Ye Feng feel weird.

However, if you think about it, there must be an old woman in front of her, which is why she calls herself so.

It's just that women love beauty, so they keep themselves young.

Ye Feng spread his hands, and said: "The outside world has been rumored that the statue of Wen Sheng has a big secret, and I am also curious about what secrets are hidden, so I took a look. However, it seems that it is not as mysterious as imagined."

"It's just the inheritance of the inscription pattern master, which makes fellow daoists laugh."

The person who can break the seal of the holy pattern set by her is at least a saint, so she called Ye Feng a fellow Taoist.

"is it?"