The inscription on the serrated broadsword is a very common type of inscription. The strokes are simple and not very difficult. It is much worse than the inscription on the Yanluo Nine Heavens Formation Flag, let alone the Jinfan inscription.
Ma San said that after the inscription was engraved on his saw-tooth sword, its power increased by 10%. With Ye Xiong's current inscription level, it can be strengthened by at least 30%. With the strengthening of the inscription, after success, this will definitely
It would be an amazing inscribed weapon.
A golden light flashed above Ye Xiong's finger, fell on the serrated sword, and began to eliminate the inscription marks on it.
It took almost half an hour to remove the previous inscription marks.
Next, Ye Xiong began to carve the ‘consolidation inscription’.
Consolidating inscriptions was the first thing Ye Xiong learned. Before Ma Kun started teaching him, he had already understood a lot. After receiving Ma Kun's inheritance, he improved by leaps and bounds, and he was still not proficient.
At least it's many times better than the previous inscriptions.
Ye Xiong was engrossed and concentrated, and his arms shone with a faint golden light.
All the golden light gathered on the index finger, turning into the most condensed vitality, and then fell on the serrated sword with one stroke.
The tip of the knife, the blade, the knife holder, a string of golden symbols flowed out from the fingertips, fell on the knife, and were deeply embedded.
Every time a symbol fell, a part of Ye Xiong's true energy was taken away. Before he was halfway through the stroke, Ye Xiong was sweating profusely, as if he had been through a fierce battle.
At this moment, his forehead felt cool, and Xiaodie used a wet towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"No need, Xiaodie, just wipe it dry and it will come out again in a while." Ye Xiong said.
"I have nothing to do anyway. I just dry myself after getting out." Xiaodie replied.
Ye Xiong checked the time. More than an hour had passed, and the consolidation of the inscription was not even half completed.
At the moment, he continued to carve the remaining inscriptions.
Xiaodie watched from the side, seeing with her own eyes the strings of symbols falling from the tip of his fingers onto the knife, like flying butterflies. They were indescribably sacred and indescribably beautiful. Although she didn't know
No matter how powerful this inscription is, this symbol alone gives people a sacred and extraordinary feeling.
After three full hours, Ye Xiong finally carved all the consolidation inscriptions.
He picked up the serrated sword, waved it in his hand, and then used his energy to go in.
The inscriptions on the blade seemed to come alive, spreading rapidly within the body of the blade.
I flicked it lightly with my finger, and before my finger even flicked onto the blade body, the inscriptions quickly gathered at the place where it was hit.
He continued to play, the speed of playing became faster and faster, and the reaction of the inscriptions became faster and faster, turning into streams of light.
"Master, I feel so powerful." Xiaodie couldn't help but say.
"Whether it's powerful or not, you won't know until you use it." Ye Xiong replied.
"Master, please drink some water first!" Xiaodie handed over a glass of water.
Ye Xiong drank it all in one gulp, looked at the time, and saw that there were only two hours left, so he began to carve blessing patterns.
The blessing inscription can strengthen the user's attack.
Ye Xiong was not very familiar with blessing inscriptions, but a fifty percent blessing was more than enough.
After carving the blessing inscription, it was already five o'clock.
Suddenly, Ma San's voice came from outside.
"Shop boss, are you ready with my machete?"
Ye Xiong put away his energy, and Xiaodie quickly handed him a towel and asked him to wipe off his sweat before walking out.
"It's done, here you go."
Ye Xiong handed over the serrated sword.
Ma San took the big sword over, looked at the golden symbols on it, and said, "It looks good. It's much more grand than Hu Papi's ghost symbols, but I don't know if it's useful."
"Who is Hu Bapi?" Xiaodie asked curiously.
"Who else could it be? Master Hu. That bastard charges too much for his inscriptions, just like Papi, so everyone here calls him Hu Papi."
As Ma San spoke, he waved the serrated sword in his hand.
Suddenly, he struck at a nearby house at random.
Golden light flashed, and a huge sword light emerged from the blade, striking directly at the restriction of the house.
Buzz!
A stream of light flashed past, and the restriction of the house was directly split open by this knife.
The sword's power continued unabated, splitting the house in half.
Ma San's eyes widened, he looked at the big knife in his hand, his mouth opened wide, and it took him a long time to spit out two words: "Lie on the grass."
He looked at Ye Xiong stupidly and asked stupidly: "Is this really my knife?"
Ye Xiong nodded.
"Oh my god, Brother Ye, Boss Ye, Master Ye, you are so awesome." Ma San was so excited that his voice changed, and he said anxiously: "It's late, I'll beat up that bastard Wang Mazi first, and then I'll turn around
Let’s talk to you again.”
After Ma San finished speaking, he ran away in excitement.
Xiaodie glanced at Ye Xiong and stopped talking.
Ye Xiong was most familiar with women's thoughts, so he smiled and said: "Anyway, we have nothing to do, we will go and take a look later."
"Great, I'll go up and talk to Sister Shirley and the others."
She ran upstairs quickly.
After a while, Shirley and the Meng family brothers came down. They heard that Ye Xiong had taken the first business, and that the customer was going to participate in the life and death competition. Everyone was very curious and wanted to see what the inscription on Ye Xiong was.
level.
Closing the shop, the five people headed towards death.
The life and death competition, as the name suggests, is the arena where life and death are decided.
Two people who have a grudge against each other agree to fight here and decide whether they will live or die.
A life-and-death battle is also a kind of bet. Every life-and-death battle can attract a lot of people to place bets.
In the city of death, the most indispensable thing is people who do good deeds.
When we arrived at the life and death arena, there were already countless people gathered there, densely packed on the ground, upstairs, and in the air.
On an open space of several thousand square meters, two people faced each other. On one side was Ma San, and on the other side was a humble old man wearing a gray robe and a long beard. His face was full of pits and many black spots.
The name Wang Mazi is very similar.
"Ma San, I thought you were too scared to fight, but I didn't expect you dared to come. You are indeed a man." Wang Mazi said with a creepy smile.
"Who is your Mr. Ma San? How could he do something like escaping in the middle of a battle?" Ma San pointed at his nose and cursed: "Wang Mazi, you actually sneaked into my house while I was out and kept me at home.
You've been raped, I won't chop you up today, you're in vain as Third Master Ma."
"Just you, you want to kill me?" Wang Mazi laughed loudly, his voice full of ridicule. "Normally you are no match for me, but now that the inscription on your broken knife is no longer effective, what are you going to do with it?"
Beat me?"
"How do you know that the inscription on my saw-tooth broadsword is not effective?" Ma San glanced at the crowd and saw the inscription master Hu Buwei at a glance, and said angrily: "Hu Bapi, you are so shameless, you actually united with the king
Mazi came to punish me, saying that he didn't have time to help me get a saw-tooth sword, so what the hell is your motherfucker doing."
"Of course Master Hu is not free. He spent three whole days engraving the inscription on my wolf-tooth knife."
Wang Mazi took out a gleaming white weapon that looked like ivory. At first glance, he knew it was something extraordinary.
"Ma San, as long as you kneel down and beg me, I will spare your life." Wang Mazi pointed at him and shouted.