Chapter 4518: Geniuses Are Geniuses in Everything They Do

Comparing people with others is infuriating, but comparing goods with others is frustrating.

Until she arrived at the entrance of the Mingshi Guild, Xiyun only had this thought in her mind.

It was a coincidence that as soon as he arrived at the door, he happened to meet Master Zeng Ming coming out with a few people.

"Why is it you again?"

Master Zeng Ming said sarcastically when he saw Ye Lingyue and Xiyun leaving and coming back.

He had heard about it. Ye Lingyue and Xiyun had been recruiting inscription masters in the past few days, but it was their fault that they came up with the idea to represent the ancient city of Gesang in the assessment.

Zeng Mingshi also wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but he saw Di Xin behind Ye Lingyue and others at a glance.

"Wait a minute, the Inscription Master's Guild, only inscription masters are not allowed to enter. Don't try to get away with it, he is not an inscription master."

Master Zeng Ming was still a little frightened when he saw Emperor Xin.

Looking at the actions of Ye Lingyue and others, Zeng Mingshi guessed that the two women could not find anyone else to participate, so they pulled Di Xin over to make up the numbers.

As soon as he shouted, everyone around him gathered around.

Zeng Mingshi shouted even louder.

"Come and take a look. These two women, after being expelled from the Lingxi Union, still tried their best to take part in the annual assessment. The person behind them is not an Inscription Master 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."

Xiyun saluted the visitor.

The woman is Mrs. Ban, the vice-president of the Federation of Trade Unions. She is an old friend of the old president Lingxi, and after all, she is Xiyun's elder.

"Miss Xiyun, I have heard about your matter. But the Federation of Trade Unions has the rules of the Federation of Trade Unions, and there is nothing I can do about it."

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

The class president also felt that there was something fishy 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 Kelsang."

Xiyun was very disdainful of Zeng Mingshi's actions, but she also knew that now was not the time for a head-on confrontation.

"It's not impossible to represent the ancient city, but it's just about your manpower?"

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

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

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

"President of the class, it is true that I am not an inscription master, but just because I am not now does not mean that I will not be in the future. I am here today to take part in the assessment."

Di Xin said lightly.

"Are you taking the inscription master examination? Young man, how long have you been studying inscriptions?"

The class president said in surprise.

Although she didn't know Di Xin's identity, he had a good appearance and temperament, and it seemed that he was not from an ordinary family.

Moreover, his aura is restrained and he does not leak any breath, so his cultivation level should be quite good.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for a successful warrior to become a monk halfway and change the inscriptions.

"Two hours."

Di Xin said calmly.

Two hours!

It's okay if Di Xin didn't say it. When he said this, all the inscription masters around him were filled with indignation.

"You kid, are you kidding me? You've only studied inscriptions for two hours and now you're here to take the inscription master exam?"

"What's the point of being an inscription master? He can't do anything!"

"This is unreasonable, drive this troublemaker out!"

"A young boy can't even hold an inscription pen."

Those inscription masters all had evil intentions and wanted to drive Di Xin and others out.

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

"Young man, inscriptions cannot be learned overnight. If you are really interested, you can study for some more time and then take the assessment."

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

Di Xin refused to back down and took part in the assessment on the spot.

"In this case, you will be allowed to take the assessment, but if you cannot even reach the first level of Inscription Master, you will not be allowed to enter the Inscription Master Guild in the future. Not only you, but also your companions. "

The class president was also a little annoyed.

The annual assessment is coming soon. Due to the conflict with Xintianhe, the Federation of Trade Unions is facing great pressure this time.

In particular, the sudden death of President Lingxi happened, and President Ban was also very anxious these days.

The class president was also a little angry at the other party's attitude.

Angrily, she led Di Xin into the inner room.

The assessment of the Inscription Master Guild is in it.

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

Seeing that Di Xin and the class president left, Xiyun was still feeling uneasy.

In fact, it is not surprising that the class president reacted like that. Even Xiyun felt that His Highness Sword Demon wanted to become an inscription master within two hours. This was really ridiculous.

"Don't worry, Di Xin never does anything he's not sure about."

Even if Di Xin has forgotten the past and no longer has seven emotions and six desires, he is still Di Xin.

Ye Lingyue was relieved that he was doing things.

"Let's see how you end up this time. The old president is so blind that he actually trusts you."

Master Zeng Ming was gloating about the misfortune.

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

Master Zeng Ming has always been worried about this matter.

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

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

Zeng Mingshi sneered.

"How about it?"

Xiyun asked cautiously, Di Xin didn't say a word, and behind her, the class president also walked out.

She looked weird, looked at everyone, but hesitated to speak.

"President, I told you, this kid is here to cause trouble. Someone, kick these three people out."

Master Zeng Ming was so complacent that he wanted to drive people away.

"Give him the Inscription Master's Order."

But at this moment, the class president suddenly said.

Everyone was stunned.

"He He……"

"Second-level inscriptionist."

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

This time, the others were speechless.

"It stands to reason. There are twenty kinds of inscriptions. You should be a third-level inscriptionist, but you don't know how to use an inscription pen, and you used a non-traditional inscription method. Therefore, there are seven kinds of inscriptions that do not comply with the regulations of the Inscription Masters Guild. According to According to the assessment conditions, you can only be a second-level inscription master."

The class president explained.

Twenty inscriptions.

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

The inscription masters present were all stunned.

"Oops."

Ye Lingyue screamed secretly.

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

What on earth did this boy use to carve the inscription?

Will it be used later... Ye Lingyue glanced at the sword on Di Xin's body.

Carving inscriptions with swords?

No wonder the class president's face looks so strange. ) Book friends, please pay attention!