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Less than half a stick of incense had just started, and a cultivator had already retreated, causing the nerves of the others to tense up.

Yuan Futu breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't move his saber. Sure enough, under the extreme pressure, in just two hours, several people ended in failure, which made people panic, and no one dared to rashly use the saber. As a result, everyone froze here, and the hand holding the Shenwen carving knife trembled a little.

The man in front of the guardrail on the second floor looked at the beautiful woman with some resentment, and said, "It seems that I will fail again."

The beauty covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Then there is no other way, rules are rules."

"What rules?"

Suddenly, an extremely obese and tall bald old man came over, holding a glossy crutch, with white beard and eyebrows, hanging down to his chest, wearing a large brown robe, which looked old but very clean.

"Master." The two shouted in unison, and made a full courtesy.

The old man supported the guardrail with wrinkled palms, looked at the situation in the field, and sighed: "Is it still the same as before?"

The man smiled wryly: "Yes, the first cut alone stumped nearly ten people, and I'm afraid I will disappoint you again."

The old man said: "It's nothing if you just rely on hard work, but the most important thing to become a god tattoo master is talent, so ninety-nine out of ten people fall on this threshold."

Both of them have experienced the assessment of the God Rune Master in the past, and they naturally empathize with this. The woman said: "Our duty is to discover people with potential, just like Raymond who qualified a few years ago. Now, I'm already a two-star god tattoo master, and I'm making rapid progress, which is quite rare."

"That child's talent is indeed rare to see, but his heart is a bit rebellious." The old man said with emotion: "It is not that simple to become a qualified divine pattern master."

"Someone has moved the knife!" The man said, pointing at a plain-looking immortal cultivator in the hall.

Yuan Futu has still dropped the Lin You Dao. One month is not enough time for him. Before he reaches the Golden Immortal, the power of the world and the power of the soul are completely insufficient, and he needs to absorb the medicinal power of the elixir But it still takes time, so he can't wait.

The woman took out a scroll and opened it, murmured: "It's called Yuan Futu, the immortal cultivator of the Wanshen Sect...is actually a middle-level immortal."

"Intermediate Primordial Immortal?" The man frowned and said, "Has he visualized the map of divine patterns?"

"Even if it can be visualized, then the boundary force will be far from enough, unless..."

The old man nodded and said: "Unless, he chooses the dual cultivation of world power and soul power from the beginning, hehe, this is a bit interesting."

For so many years, Yuan Futu has immersed himself in the study of the divine pattern. His talent has benefited from his past attainments in formations. These two things have the same root and origin, so the amazing talent he displayed is so amazing that even he He didn't know it, but the Rin You Dao was slowly and steadily drawing in his hand. After about three or four hours, the illustrated book was completed. Although there was only one line of divine lines, it was still a good start.

Thanks to Yuan Futu's victory, the chaotic and tense mood of the rest of the people also stabilized. After regaining their confidence, they began to devote themselves to the production of the illustrated book, and the success rate was extremely high.

"This horse is doing pretty well." On the steps, Immortal Chu Jiu showed a smile on his face.

The following time began to become extremely slow, but the first few illustrations were okay. The simple depiction of the gods ensured that everyone had a success rate of almost 100%, but when the fourth one started, mistakes frequently appeared. On the tenth day, there were only thirteen immortal cultivators left in the hall.

Yuan Futu has also completed the fourth picture book now. For this picture book, he chose the tortoise shell god pattern that he is best at. He has practiced so many times before, so naturally there is no problem. He sat on the ground, swallowed the elixir, and began to restore the power of the world and the power of the soul.

"Master, you are right, he is obviously a dual cultivator, otherwise it would be impossible for the power of the world and the power of the soul to reach this level at the same time." The woman said.

The man nodded and said: "Looking at his technique of depicting the divine pattern these days, it is pure and proficient, as if what he visualized is exactly the same as the picture book he depicted. This is the state of unity of mind and hand. If you come to participate again, you should have greater confidence.”

The old man looked at Yuan Futu with eyes full of interest, and said: "But he still chooses to participate in the assessment while he is still a mid-level immortal, which proves that his confidence is strong enough, and it has been a long time since he has seen such a talented immortal cultivator. "

The man said in a deep voice: "I'm just a little worried. Although he can continue to recover through the elixir, the time left for him is very limited. I'm afraid he won't be able to last the tenth divine pattern illustration book."

It has to be said that the elixir refined by Young Master Yu is indeed of high quality. Yuan Futu felt that even if he didn't use force, the elixir's medicinal power would be decomposed and digested by itself, and the dried-up world power and soul power would soon recover. normal status.

Next, this assessment has turned into a cruel competition for Yuan Futu.

On the 13th, I completed the fifth Divine Pattern Atlas. At that time, there were ten people left in the hall.

On the 16th, the sixth piece of divine pattern illustration book was completed, and there were eight people left in the hall.

On the 20th, the seventh piece of the divine pattern illustration book was completed, and there were four people left in the hall.

No.20 three days, completed the eighth divine pattern illustration book, and there were three people left in the hall.

On the 20th of No.[-], the ninth piece of the illustrated book of divine patterns was completed, and there were only two people left in the hall.

Yuan Futu, who was covered in sweat, felt heavy fatigue. He turned his head and looked at the vicissitudes of the upper-ranking golden fairy beside him. With his advanced cultivation, he rarely swallowed elixir to recover , so as to gain more time to carefully complete the production of each illustrated book in a more stable way.

This is already his last picture, and the future fate is on that thin picture book.

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Perhaps it was the long-time sculpting that consumed his physical body to a certain extent, so that there was a slight gap between the strength of holding the knife with the divine pattern and what he thought in his mind. Lightly left a gap in the blank illustrated book that is difficult to discern with the naked eye.

However, no matter how small the gap is, this illustrated book will be declared scrapped!