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"Why is he here?" Immortal Yu Lin's gaze suddenly became sharp as a knife, and he looked at Yuan Futu's body, wondering if it was for the assessment of a two-star god tattoo master.

The official of the imperial palace on the side said with emotion: "I just heard that there will be two immortal cultivators who will assess the three-star god tattoo master today. The country is also famous."

"Two?!" Immortal Yu Lin was startled, and thought secretly: "The one who wants to attack is actually a three-star god pattern master!"

Yuan Futu walked to the stone table, looked at the ten illustrations placed on it, his heart was clear, without the slightest fear, and out of the corner of his eye, he found Lei Meng was beside him.

Perhaps it is fate, they are so close, presumably there will be a tense situation in the future.

For the three-star assessment, there are requirements for illustrated books, so the red illustrated books placed here are all neatly placed together, and the difficulty is naturally higher than that of the white illustrated books.

The hour was almost up, and the Immortal Chu Jiu saw that everyone was ready, so he took out an hourglass from his cuff, and the fine dust inside kept slipping down.

The assessment time limit is also one month.

Yuan Futu put the wooden box on the table, took out the ink knife from it, and put it in his hand to feel the soft chill that could stabilize the soul, while Lei Meng also took out his divine pattern carving knife, which was dark gold in color, There are gorgeous talismans engraved on it, which can be seen to be of great value, far more precious than the ink knife.

"Everyone can start." Chujiu Immortal didn't say anything superfluous, and directly announced the start of the Shenwen master assessment.

Immediately, everyone on the second floor focused their eyes on those two people.

The assessment of the God Rune Master is indescribable in terms of pressure. The nerves of all the assessing immortals here are very tense, and even the fingers are trembling slightly. No one dares to move the knife rashly, and no one wants to be the first loser.

Of course Raymond also thought so. Although he has a very strong self-confidence, the changes around him are also one of the unpredictable factors. He needs to wait for the environment to stabilize before doing anything. Anyway, the one-month time limit is completely enough for him. .

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Suddenly, a voice came, very weak, but extremely powerful reverberating in the empty hall of gods.

"Did you move the knife?" Immortal Luojiang came to the second floor, stood beside Immortal Yu Lin, with a smile on his lips, and said, "You really are fearless."

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on the immortal who dared to move the knife first.

The ink knife is swaying in the hand like the wind, running like flowing water, that kind of artistic conception makes people feel hearty and unobstructed just by looking at it, Yuan Futu's face is sinking like water, even a little casual, as if he is not portraying God patterns, but wantonly swaying a landscape painting.

The powerful power of the soul combined with the effect of the Wannian Hanxin Jade made the illustrated book of divine patterns visualized in the mind extremely stable.

After learning that Lei Meng had broken through the Gang Immortal Realm, he was forced into a desperate situation, but instead ushered in an explosion in the realm, and his soul finally broke through to the upper level. After that, he was immersed in the depiction of divine patterns for a whole year. Although the time was not long, it was enough preparation for this assessment.

The movement of the blade was delicate and perfect, drawing impeccable lines of the divine pattern on the red illustrated book, gradually outlining the whole picture of the divine pattern.

A mouthful of saliva was swallowed hard by Lei Meng. He was shocked and couldn't understand why Yuan Futu had such strong self-confidence, and could do whatever he wanted under the control of his self-consciousness without caring about the influence of the surrounding environment. The imprint of the god pattern is really incomprehensible.

"You can't beat me." Yuan Futu said suddenly.

The veins on Lei Meng's forehead burst out, and he thought that while he was drawing the divine lines, he could still be distracted and talk. How powerful is his divine soul?

Yuan Futu smiled lightly and said: "I hope you still remember that bet, if anyone loses, you won't be able to draw half a piece of divine pattern in this life."

Lei Meng said coldly: "Today, I am already a Gang Immortal strongman, possessing sufficient world power and soul, will I lose?"

"The assessment has nothing to do with realm, the key lies in strength and whether you have a strong state of mind. I don't think you have both. Even if you can delay completing these ten three-star gods, I will still be the one who reaches the finish line the fastest. You have no chance. .”

Yuan Futu's calm and composed words seemed to carry endless sharpness, piercing the depths of Lei Meng's heart, so that he had to stretch out his hand and pick up the dark golden divine pattern carving knife.

Chi Chi Chi!

All of a sudden, other immortal cultivators also started to draw the divine pattern. Because of Yuan Futu's success, everyone gained great confidence, the previous nervousness was swept away, and their actions were extremely steady.

"Yes, there must be a winning horse in every examination room. As long as the winning horse walks on the right path, the success rate will naturally increase. This is an eternal law, but the difficulty lies in it. The top horses all ended in failure, but this time it is very rare." Luojiang Immortal said in admiration.

Immortal Yu Lin remained silent, his eyes shifted from Yuan Futu to Lei Meng, with a bit of solemnity between his brows.

In a short while, the divine pattern totem has been visualized in the mind, and the more than 30 divine pattern engraved lines are all brightened, full of charm, and the dark golden divine pattern carving knife also fell on the red illustrated book, with a tyrannical The domineering momentum draws a series of rigid lines, which are in sharp contrast to Yuan Futu's softness and smoothness.

In the blink of an eye, a whole day and night had passed, and only two immortal cultivators failed to leave the stage on the way, which was already quite rare in previous assessments.

"It's done!"

Yuan Futu shouted excitedly, and a three-star illustrated book was perfectly presented in front of him. This is the flying star he is most sure of. It is suitable for earth-level and heaven-level immortal artifacts. It has the effect of bursting speed within a short distance. Not too high.

However, this shout made Lei Meng on the side feel his soul tremble. The lines of the god lines he had imagined dimmed immediately, and then collapsed. His hands stopped stiffly, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Luo, slowly turned his head to the side, staring at Yuan Futu angrily, his sharp eyes seemed to want to goug his flesh piece by piece.