Failed to practice the pattern? Only the devil knows if you failed to refine it? Instead of blackening the Yuan pattern prepared by others?
This guy was nice at first, saying he would practice tattooing for free in public for a day.
After I suddenly wanted to marry two beautiful women, my promise changed and I came to get my tattoos three days later.
Wang Jiannan heard the booing, and the muscles on his face tensed up, and he immediately continued with a smile: "Next, Jiannan will perform a very mysterious tattoo training technique for you elders."
As soon as the boy finished speaking, a silver universe bag on his waist erupted into a glare, and thirty emerald-green wood-attribute elemental patterns were suspended in the sky above the pattern training tripod.
Wang Jiannan's face became solemn, and he pointed with his right hand and began to perform the first step of practicing the pattern technique, the meandering pattern technique.
I saw emerald green light flashing, and a prototype of an intermediate and low-level wood-attribute elemental pattern quickly took shape in the void.
Completed in one go, no lag at all!
The prototype of this Yuan pattern did not dissipate in the air, but twisted like a spirit.
Among the tens of thousands of onlookers, those with strong spiritual power felt that this object was slowly absorbing the wood spiritual power that was scattered in the air.
"Wow"
There was a round of cheers.
Everyone knows that this is the huge difference between a monk and a tattoo practitioner.
At this moment, a sound like thunder sounded in the sky!
"The tattoo practitioner is nothing!"
The sound of shouting was like muffled thunder, full of vitality, rolling across the sky of the martial arts arena.
Everyone can hear it clearly!
"Who is so arrogant? Tattoo practitioners are nothing, so who are we little monks?"
Someone in the crowd whispered!
"You little monks are nothing. Are we mortals still human?"
In the sky outside the martial arts arena, a small black dot appeared, stepping towards it in a leisurely manner.
In just a moment, he reached the martial arts arena in the air.
However, the funny thing is that this person is wearing a black gown that only reaches his knees and is made of coarse cloth.
The white calf underneath was exposed. It was obvious that the gown was much too short and did not fit well.
Wearing a pair of old black cloth shoes, he clearly looked poor.
He looks handsome, with clear contours and jade-like skin, which is faintly shiny.
But his cultivation level is so high that he can escape in the air.
This is an ability only available to people with cultivation levels above the True Pattern Realm.
How is this so sacred that it can treat an extremely noble tattoo practitioner as a bird?
Even if you are a monk in the true realm of tattoos, you are not qualified to trample on a tattoo practitioner.
Han Xiaochuan slowly walked towards the wooden platform with a arrogant expression. He seemed calm and unhurried, as if no one else was around.
Wang Jiannan stood on the wooden platform without making any rash move.
Just looking at this strange mysterious man coming through the void, with a sarcastic and cold smile on his lips.
Han Xiangdanzi had long since lost all hope, as if she were a body without a soul. Her expression was as lifeless as a walking corpse, which made people feel pain in their hearts.
Suddenly she heard the words "The tattoo practitioner is nothing!" This sentence has been lingering in the deepest part of her heart.
At that moment, it was like an electric shock, and the delicate body could not help but tremble.
Such a familiar voice, such a familiar figure, such a familiar face!
It’s a familiarity engraved in my bones!
Oh my god! That’s my little brother Kawakawa!
Isn't that my savior?
How did he become his little brother?
what happened?
What on earth is going on?
How did he become so powerful?
Walking in the air, isn't it something that only monks in the true pattern realm can do?
Han Xiangdanzi trembled all over.
My brain was suddenly spinning,
It turned out that the savior whom I admired endlessly,
He is actually the little brother he raised by himself.
No wonder it's so familiar.
Han Xiangdanzi could no longer suppress the ripples in her heart, which expanded in circles.
Blushed!
A heart that wants to beat out of the chest.
She had never been in love with any man, only the mysterious man in black who suddenly appeared from the sky when she was desperate seemed to have opened her heart.
Now he suddenly became his little brother in a dramatic way.
At this moment, Han Xiangdanzi was actually crazy, looking at the little brother who came out of the air as if he were looking at a rare treasure, he looked so handsome, so good-looking.
That body is so tough.
But that shirt!
Han Xiangdanzi's breathing became rapid.
She sewed it stitch by stitch for her younger brother and placed it in Youshuitan. I didn't expect it to be so short.
But he kept wearing it and never discarded it. He even wore it on such occasions without fear of embarrassment.
Because she sewed it with her own hands, he wore it warmly. Han Xiangdanzi instantly understood that this was his love for her, which was very deep and strong.
Han Xiaochuan slowly landed on the wooden platform, raised the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked frivolously at Wang Jiannan, who was already a little uneasy, without saying a word.
You have to create some psychological pressure on him.
I want to see your turtle son feel hairy in his heart!
There was a flash of blood in Han Xiaochuan's eyes, and there was an invisible sense of oppression from a superior person, which made Wang Jiannan feel weak in his heart.
This young man, who looks to be around twenty, is most likely a practitioner of the true tattoo realm, and may even be a tattoo practitioner.
Subconsciously, he arched his hands and bowed to say hello to his senior. This was his habitual humble action before he became a tattoo practitioner.
Although it has not been used for many years, it will soon become numb.
At this moment, Wang Jiannan suddenly felt that he was showing weakness. He was also an extremely noble tattoo practitioner.
Moreover, this person obviously came to Taitai and had no good intentions.
His face straightened immediately, and the humble look on his face disappeared faster than lightning.
I was about to shout and ask who was coming.
How could Han Xiaochuan let him speak first at this moment, and said first, "Jiannan little friend! Have you ever heard of a tattoo master?"
Wang Jiannan blocked the words that came to his lips. When he heard the other party call him Xiaoyou, his heart suddenly jumped.
Could this person who came out of the air be a senior expert in the world of tattoo practitioners?
But I seem to have heard of the name tattoo artist before.
Seeing the thoughtful look on his face, Han Xiaochuan knew that this guy must know something.
He didn't interrupt his thoughts by saying anything, hehe! The lead rope was already tied around his nostrils. Follow me for the rest of your thoughts.
Wang Jiannan suddenly remembered that he saw an ancient animal skin scroll in the Lingjian Mountain Scripture Collection Pavilion many years ago, which contained a legend that had been circulating in the Yanshang Continent for who knows how many thousands of years.