Broken Night - Chapter 360

[Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty Five ─ Wounds]

Broken Night

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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Five ─ Crafting

“In the middle, the tattoo artist focuses on spiritual power. It is only in the world, but there are very few tattoo gods who can improve spiritual power, representing the invisible and intangible in the human head. This is a very special power.”

“Looking at the north and the south, the number of grains or grains that can improve mental power is only ten fingers.”

Grandma Qianshu calmly said: “[Spiritual Fruit], then It is one of them.”

“The so-called [Spiritual Fruit] has appeared in this world thousands of years ago.”

“It will only appear on the tops of all dangerous and strange mountains, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. No one has seen the real formation process. However, according to the records in the archives, the appearance of the [Spiritual Fruit] condensed by the essence of the sun and the moon. It is not a real fruit, but a physical object condensed by power. ”

After eating [Ling Xian Guo], one grain level can directly break through to ten grain level after retreating. In ten grain level, at least dozens of lines will be raised.”

“This is only a basic function, [Ling Xian Guo] is really precious.” The purpose is to improve the spiritual sensitivity of the tattoo artist, and the speed of building tattoos in the void is faster.”

Grandma Qianshu did not hide: “If I hadn’t already eaten [Spirit Immortal Fruit], I would never give up [Spiritual Fruit] in my old state. Immortal Fruit. This is a real rare and precious treasure!”

After Grandma Qianshu’s explanation, the audience in the stands also felt the preciousness of its 【Ling Immortal Fruit】.

On the martial arts field, only a few people remained calm.

Jiang Rou, Dream Poetry.

Only the two of them did not have a slight fluctuation on their faces after hearing the [Ling Xian Guo].

For Jiang Rou, it is more important to be better than Mengshi.

Grandma Qianshu looked around for a week, and when she saw the audience’s uproar, she nodded with satisfaction: “Okay, now we will announce the competition method for the finals of the tattoo competition!”

“Chuangwen!”

After hearing the words, the audience was even more excited!

After all, the picture of the tattoo artist with thousands of lines when he raises his hand is more eye-catching than the tattoo artist’s tattoo skills!

“A tattoo artist, after stepping into a certain state, he will study his own life pattern. Besides, some tattoo artists will also create some new patterns to cooperate with their own battles.”

“The final of tattoo arts , is to create a pattern, and the pattern cannot be the same as any known pattern. In the end, the power or effect of the pattern is the best!”

Jiang Rou’s expression changed, and her beautiful face appeared. A touch of confidence.

In fact, in yesterday’s competition, she was not convinced.

In her opinion, it was just a rote test.

And Mengshi was just more careful than she remembered.

However, the creation of the finals requires not only a deep foundation in the art of tattooing, but also an imaginative idea!

Not only Jiang Rou, Xia Yubing, Xuan Xiu, and several other young tattoo artists who were thought to be just here to gather the numbers all had a confident look on their faces.

After all, as the arrogance of the academy, self-confidence has always been an important part of it!

If you don’t have confidence, you will fail!

No one is willing to be a foil!

Grandma Qianshu also obviously knew that she couldn’t talk too much, otherwise the audience who were expecting the start of the competition would boo sky-high.

She waved out her sleeve robe, and the Godly Book of God appeared again.

Obviously, this is a rare treasure that everyone is familiar with.

The Book of the Gods of Heaven once again enveloped the heavens and the earth, and then the balls of light fell one by one, enveloped them all again.

It’s just that the light balls this time are much larger, each with a diameter of five meters, dividing the martial arts field like eight fields.

“This ball of light can isolate the vision and the fluctuations of the pattern between the eight of you. What you need is concentration, rather than being attracted by the patterns created by others. When you are finished, the ball of light will automatically dissipate and wait for the eight people. After they are all completed, they will be graded uniformly.”

“Of course, the wounds are also limited in time, so don’t think that you can squat in it for half a month.”

“The time is only four hours!”

“Create the most powerful pattern in the shortest time!”

“This is the question for this exam!”

Grandma Qianshu’s voice echoed in the ears of the eight students who were enveloped in the ball of light: “I look forward to seeing it. Here,

the pattern that can surprise the tattoo world.”

“The competition, start now!”

……

At the moment of the announcement, the cheers were overwhelming.

Everyone’s eyes fell on the eight people in the mask. The light ball only blocked the vision between the eight of them, and did not prevent the audience from watching their ideas and voids.

In the ball of light, the eight people seemed to have the same tacit understanding, sitting cross-legged and meditating with their eyes closed at the same time.

This made the audience a little speechless, but they knew that if the patterns could be drawn so easily, there would be more than ten million patterns in the world.

Every new texture is extremely difficult.

So what needs to be passed is the approval between heaven and earth.

If Heaven and Earth Aura doesn’t recognize your pattern, then no matter how overwhelming the pattern is, it won’t even cast a fart on you.

Therefore, it reflects the importance of basic tattooing.

Because the basic patterns are simple, but they all represent patterns that have been recognized by heaven and earth.

Combining and re-constructing its basic textures, bringing forth new ones.

This is tattoo art!

The eight people closed their eyes and meditated, but the basic patterns in their minds were constantly colliding and combining.

As tattoo artists, their sea of consciousness is already different from ordinary people.

It can even be formed in the mind through powerful spiritual power, and then try it from reality.

An hour passed quickly, and someone finally started to move.

It was from one of the four people who were considered to be foils. Even so, he was also a student from one of the Eight Academy, Nantian Academy.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a green line appeared around his body!

The color of the lines is often accompanied by the attributes of the cultivation method.

Like Mengshi’s [Ben Tian Gong], its lines are burning like flames, so does Xu Yan, who is also practicing flame attribute exercises.

The lines are intertwined and formed. The insiders who were present just glanced at it and knew: This is probably a pattern of wind attribute!

Sure enough, the pattern gradually took shape.

The young man with the famous tattoo artist began to see sweat on his forehead, and his eyes stared at the tattoo in front of him.

Soon…

poof!

The pattern suddenly sounded, but it instantly dissipated between heaven and earth.

The famous tattoo artist was gasping for breath, but he didn’t care about being depressed, and quickly closed his eyes and ran the exercises to restore the tattoo strength.

The birth of patterns is often not that simple.

A failure really won’t be on their minds.

Is there any advanced pattern that has not been studied and formed after hundreds of thousands of failures?

This is also the reason why tattoo artists have always been the most respected.

Because every tattoo artist is contributing a part to the tattoo world.

Every additional pattern makes the tattoo world more full!

And this tattoo artist from Nantian College seems to represent the prelude to the beginning.

The other three tattoo artists, who were also recognized as foils, each began to try to form tattoos.

Only Xuanxiu, Xia Yubing, Jiang Rou, and Mengshi still closed their eyes and fell asleep, like an old monk entering meditation.