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People are more popular than dead people, and goods are lost.

Until she reached the entrance of the Ming Master Guild, Xi Yun had only this thought in her mind.

It was also a coincidence that as soon as he arrived at the door, he happened to meet Zeng Mingshi and walked out with a few people.

"Why are you again?"

Master Zeng Ming sneered when he saw Ye Lingyue and Xi Yun leaving and returning.

He had all heard that Ye Lingyue and Xi Yun had been recruiting inscription masters for the past few days, and thanks to them, they came up with it and participated in the assessment on behalf of Gesang Ancient City.

Master Zeng Ming wanted to make a sarcastic statement, but he could see Di Xin behind Ye Lingyue and others at a glance.

"Wait a minute, the Inscription Master Guild, non-inscribed masters are not allowed to enter. Don't you want to fool around, he is not an inscription master."

Master Zeng Ming still had some lingering fears when he saw Di Xin.

Looking at the actions of Ye Lingyue and the others, Zeng Mingshi guessed that the two women could not find any other contestants, so he brought Di Xin over to make up for it.

When he shouted like this, everyone around him gathered around.

Zeng Mingshi shouted loudly.

"Come and see, these two women, after being expelled by the Lingxi Union, still want to go to great lengths to see the annual assessment, the person behind them is not an inscriber at all."

People from the Mingshi Federation of Trade Unions also rushed over after hearing the news.

At this time, a middle-aged woman in her fifties came over.

"Vice president."

Xi Yun bowed to the person who came.

The woman is Mrs. Ban, the vice president of the Federation of Trade Unions. She and the old president Lingxi are old friends. After all, she is still the elder of Xi Yun.

"Miss Xiyun, I have heard about your business. But the Federation of Trade Unions has the rules of the Federation of Trade Unions, and I can't do anything about it."

The class president signaled Master Zeng Ming not to make any noise.

The president of the class also felt that there was something tricky about the old president, but there was no definite evidence.

"Vice President, we are not here to cause trouble. We are here to participate in the annual assessment. We represent the ancient city of Gesang."

Xi Yun was very disdainful of Zeng Mingshi's approach, but she also knew that now was not the time to confront him.

"It's not impossible to participate on behalf of the ancient city, it's just your manpower?"

The class president was embarrassed and glanced at Ye Lingyue and Di Xin.

Of these two, one is only a third-level engraver, and the other is not an engraver at all.

Although she really wanted to help Xi Yun, she couldn't break the rules in front of so many people.

"President of the class, I am indeed not an inscriber, but I am not at the moment, it does not mean that I will not be in the future. I came here today to participate in the assessment."

Di Xin said lightly.

"You, take part in the inscription assessment? Young man, how long have you been studying inscriptions?"

The class president was surprised.

Although she didn't know Di Xin's identity, but the other party's appearance and temperament were good, and at first glance, he was not from an ordinary family.

Moreover, his breath is restrained, and his breath is not leaked at all, so his cultivation base should be good.

Generally speaking, it is absolutely impossible for a martial artist with a successful cultivation base to become a monk and change the inscription halfway.

"Two hours."

Di Xin said frankly.

Two hours!

It's okay if Di Xin didn't say it. When he said this, the group of inscribers around him were filled with righteous indignation.

"This kid, what are you joking about? You have only studied the inscriptions for two hours, and you have come to participate in the inscription master assessment?"

"What does he mean to be an inscriber, he can't play a family!"

"It's unreasonable, drive this troublemaker out!"

"A hairy boy, I'm afraid he can't even hold the inscription pen."

Those inscription masters had bad intentions one by one and wanted to blast Di Xin and others out.

The class president also had a wry smile on his face.

"Young man, inscriptions are not something you can learn overnight. If you are really interested, you can study for some more time before taking the assessment."

"I want to participate in the assessment, or is it that the Cangmang Federation of Trade Unions can't even pass the mere assessment?"

Di Xin did not retreat half a step, and would take part in the assessment on the spot.

"Since that's the case, I'll let you participate in the assessment, but if you can't even reach the first-level inscription master,

From now on, it is forbidden to step into the Inscription Master Guild for half a step. Not just you, but also your companions. "

The class president was also a little annoyed.

The annual assessment is imminent. Due to the collision period with Xintianhe, the Federation of Trade Unions is facing a lot of pressure this time.

In particular, there was also the sudden death of the president of Lingxi, and the president of the class is also in a daze these days.

The other party's attitude made the class president a little angry.

She was furious and walked inside with Di Xin.

The assessment of the Ming Master Guild is inside.

"Ling Yue, is His Highness the Sword Demon really okay?"

Seeing that Di Xin and the class president had left, Xi Yun still felt uneasy.

In fact, it's not surprising that the class president reacted so much. Even Xi Yun felt that His Highness the Sword Demon wanted to become an engraver within two hours, which was really ridiculous.

"Don't worry, Di Xin never does anything unsure."

Even if Di Xin has forgotten the past and lost his emotions, he is still Di Xin.

Ye Lingyue is very relieved when he does things.

"Let's see how it ends this time. The old president is really blind, and he actually trusts you."

Master Zeng Ming gloated on the side.

Although he won the position of the president of the Lingxi Union, he heard that the old president told Ye Lingyue and Xi Yun a big secret before his death.

Zeng Mingshi has always been brooding about this.

But after a quarter of an hour, Di Xin came out.

"Sword Demon Emperor Xin, inscription is not swordsmanship. You can use a sword, but not necessarily an inscription pen. If you want to become an inscription master, wait another year and a half."

Zeng Mingshi sneered.

"How about it?"

Xi Yun asked carefully, Di Xin didn't say a word, and behind him, the class president also came out.

She looked strange, looked at the crowd, and hesitated.

"President, I just said, this kid is here to make trouble. Come on, kick these three out."

Zeng Mingshi was so complacent that he was about to chase people away.

"Give him the Inscription Master Order."

But at this moment, the class president suddenly said.

Everyone was stunned.

"He He……"

"Second-level Inscription Master."

The class president had a complicated expression and handed a second-level inscriber token to Di Xin.

This time, the others were speechless.

"It stands to reason. There are twenty kinds of inscriptions, and you should be a third-level inscription master, but you can't use an inscription pen, and you have used non-traditional inscription methods. Therefore, there are seven kinds of inscriptions that do not meet the regulations of the inscription master union. As for the assessment conditions, you can only be a second-level inscription master."

The class president explained.

Twenty inscriptions.

This kid who has only studied for two hours actually knows twenty kinds of inscriptions?

The inscribers present were all stunned.

"Oops."

Ye Lingyue secretly screamed badly.

She just told Di Xin about twenty kinds of inscriptions, but she forgot to tell Di Xin how to use the inscription pen.

This kid, what exactly did he use to inscribe the inscription?

It shouldn't be used... Ye Lingyue quietly glanced at the sword on Di Xin's body.

Carving inscriptions with a sword?

No wonder the class president's face is so strange.