Chapter Thirty: The Pattern Maker Reveals His Secret
There once was a powerful person in the Zhenwen realm in ancient times who was proficient in the art of divination.
This senior, when he ascended to the immortal world, failed to survive the tribulation. He knew how to seek advantages and avoid disasters, but he was not annihilated by the thunder tribulation.
He began to question whether the immortal world existed? Why didn't any of the monks in the Yanshang Continent successfully ascend?
He questioned whether the immortal world was a beautiful lie used by the ancients to deceive the younger generations and practice hard.
This senior with magical powers finally burned his last life force before he passed away, and opened the most accurate hexagram of his fortune telling.
This hexagram was originally a divination; whether the fairy world exists or not!
The results of the divination were all wrong and showed something inexplicable.
There are only seven words: The pattern maker appears, and the secret appears!
The result of spending a lot of money on divination is such a confusing sentence.
The most bizarre thing is that after the seven-character mantra appeared, the fortune teller did not die after his oil ran out.
Instead, the body was splattered with blood and torn into pieces, and his death was extremely miserable, like a corpse cut into pieces by five horses.
This was a powerful divine punishment.
Anyone who spies on the secrets of heaven will end up miserable. This is something that all the monks in Yanshang Continent know.
Unless! You can resolve the divine punishment!
After Wang Jiannan recalled the entire information about the pattern maker in Yanshang Continent, he began to look up and down at Han Xiaochuan.
"What kind of outfit is this? It's so funny."
This guy was wondering why this senior expert who came out of the air was wearing a long gown made of coarse cloth, and it was so short that his lower legs were exposed.
Especially the pair of cloth shoes picked up from the garbage dump, they are so strange.
The clothes of this senior expert are so unconventional and unconventional that it really makes people confused.
He looks funny and funny, and he is so handsome, but his cultivation level is so high that he seems unfathomable.
Moreover, this mysterious man in black robe exudes a domineering aura that scorns the world from his very bones. He is at a higher level than being arrogant.
Is this why he came to mess with me?
Wang Jiannan picked his head a few times, feeling a little sore. But after thinking about it, he began to feel disdainful.
Are you kidding me, pattern maker? That is something that appears in divination. Can it be taken seriously?
Damn it, it's just an ambiguous thing. I am a qualified third-grade tattoo practitioner, but I was fooled by a fabricated tattoo artist, right?
Immediately, something strange appeared on that face, and that noble aura filled the air again.
Before Han Xiaochuan could find out the details and intentions of Han Xiaochuan, he just said in a slightly cold voice: "Dare I ask this senior, why did you give Jiannan a tattoo master? That is just an unfounded legend. I dare you, junior..."
Before this guy could dare to fight, Han Xiaochuan interrupted impatiently: "I am the legendary pattern maker!"
A very casual sentence.
But as soon as these words came out, the whole place was very quiet, and everyone was a little confused. They all heard Wang Jiannan's words, the pattern maker is a myth.
Now, a fictional character from the legend appears.
Quiet, surprisingly quiet.
Only Wang Jiannan's intermediate and low-level wood attribute pattern prototype was still floating in the void like an elf, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Wang Jiannan was ready to listen attentively to what was going on, but the pattern maker fell silent and looked at him jokingly.
After a brief silence, Wang Jiannan came to his senses and felt a little angry. He must have come to play tricks on me by pretending to be a fictitious pattern maker.
His expression changed, and he said with a hint of sarcasm: "Your Excellency, you are talking so childishly, don't be my tattoo practitioner at Lingjian Mountain, you can bully me at will.
I have to perform the practice of tattooing in front of all the elders in Luoyi City. Please step back a little and don't delay my business."
As soon as Wang Jiannan finished speaking, two hums from a man and a woman came from behind the stone screen of the podium.
The sound is not loud, but it can be heard clearly throughout the martial arts arena and even places within a few miles radius.
It was the two masters of the Fusion Realm from Lingjian Mountain who sounded the warning.
Han Xiaochuan smiled slightly, ignoring the warning hum, but lazily stretched out his hand, held the ripple in the air.
‘Bang’
The ripples burst!
Han Xiaochuan said with a smile: "Such a low-grade winding pattern technique is very annoying to the eyes. Little friend Jiannan, don't mind if I break it up."
"Wow! Hush!"
There was an extremely discordant sound in the audience. This was a slap in the face of the distinguished tattoo master.
Some people were happy, some sighed, and some secretly rejoiced, but most people wanted to watch the excitement. It would be interesting if the horse beat the cow to death, and the cow beat the horse to death.
However, today is an eye-opener.
Wang Jiannan is already arrogant enough, but today this mysterious man in black is even more arrogant.
Wang Jiannan was already very angry at this moment, and his face turned pale with anger.
He really couldn't guess it.
Who is this guy? He dares to dismantle him and step on his face in front of two high-level cultivators in the Fusion Realm.
A person who acts so boldly must have a profound background to be so fearless.
But unfortunately, he didn't dare to show any anger.
Extremely useless, this is the most frustrating time since I became a noble tattoo practitioner from a humble ant.
In front of so many family monks and fellow villagers in Luoyi City, he was slapped in the face.
Both shame and honor were placed on his head at the same time, which made him feel embarrassed.
The strangest thing is that I am still confused as to why this guy wants to tear him down.
Wang Jiannan swallowed a breath of frustration again and swore fiercely in his heart.
This is the last time you are polite. Otherwise, no matter how big your background is, you will not be able to be nice today.
He immediately put on a hint of respect and a hint of sternness and said: "I dare to ask you, senior, who is this saint? I, Wang Jiannan, have never met you and have no grievances. Why do you insult me so many times and even curse all the practitioners in the world?"
division."
Han Xiaochuan showed an innocent smile, showing his white teeth, which looked very bright.
Wang Jiannan felt a chill in his heart when he saw it.
Han Xiaochuan said nothing, looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.
I saw him slowly stretching out his arms, embracing the inscrutable void, and mumbling in his mouth, as if he was communicating.
This is deliberately stalling for time, but my brain is spinning rapidly.
This guy is really pretending to be calm and unhurried.
After a while! He shook his head and said enigmatically: "You are right, I am the sacred person of that place. As for that place, I won't tell you for the time being.
No grievances or grudges? Could it be that little friend Jiannan thinks that this divine envoy has nothing to do when he is full and too idle, so he is talking nonsense like you, a shitty tattoo practitioner like you."