Four thousand eight hundred inscriptions, they want to open the inscriptions, but this difficulty, almost without thinking, can guess a few points.

A group of inscriptionists smiled bitterly, looking embarrassed.

Murong said in surprise, "Do you have any difficulties with the masters?"

These inscription masters couldn't help but laugh and said: "Miss Murong, these four thousand eight hundred inscriptions are the best spiritual weapons, we are afraid that the certainty of opening the light is not high. ”

"How tall is not high?" Murong said as if puzzled.

"Sancheng...... Oh no, two percent succeeded, thirty percent destroyed the artifact, and the remaining fifty percent failed......" said one of the inscriptionists.

The other inscriptionists looked at each other and didn't speak much, obviously the probability, similar to this inscription master!

Hearing this probability, Murong seemed to have expected it in advance, and his eyebrows furrowed, obviously not very satisfied.

Han Mo sneered and said, "This probability is also going to be taken out to be embarrassing? ”

Several inscription masters were naturally a little displeased, and opened their mouths to say: "To be honest, there may be a few old inscription masters in Mingdu County who are more powerful than us, but they don't have enough confidence in the opening of the best spiritual artifacts of these four thousand eight hundred inscriptions. Moreover, in Longyang City, a few of us can be regarded as a few inscriptionists with the most superb means. ”

Hearing this, Han Mo laughed disdainfully: "There are really no people in Mingdu County, and you can't even find a Kaiguang inscription master with mediocre means." ”

Several inscription masters wanted to be angry, but after seeing the faint aura emanating from Han Mo's body, their hearts were half cold, and they didn't dare to speak.

Cheng Yunhui also felt a little faceless, he invited these inscription masters, and he really didn't expect that the probability of these inscription masters opening the light would be so low.

"Miss Murong, what now?" Cheng Yunhui asked in surprise.

"Now I can only try it first, no matter how low the probability is, if I can't find other inscription masters, it won't help!" Murong sighed, he could only retreat, even if it was these inscription masters, they could only use it for the time being.

Cheng Yunhui said: "Among you, who is the most confident, give it a try." ”

Several inscription masters looked at each other for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "General Cheng, if you fail or destroy the spirit weapon, I, we are not responsible." ”

Cheng Yunhui frowned, brushed his sleeves and said, "Do you think I look like that kind of person?"

Only then did an old inscription master stand up and say, "Then let the old man come first." ”

"Trouble Master Heng. Cheng Yunhui encouraged.

Master Heng was a little nervous, after all, with four thousand eight hundred top-grade spiritual weapons, he did have some doubts in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly stepped forward and came to the incense burner.

He took out the light-opening material, and then started the light-opening technique, waving his hands at the incense burner.

At first, it was listless, but when the light was opened, it seemed to be a different person, full of energy and energy.

It's just that the sweat on his forehead can still be seen, and he is a little nervous.

Su Ye looked straight at it, watching this Master Heng focus on opening the light, and shook his head inwardly.

The first half of the consecration process was quite smooth, and Master Heng could control it, but it seemed that this kind of spiritual weapon with a very high number of inscriptions would be very difficult to consecrate in the second half.

In the second half, Master Heng's strength level is obviously a little weak, and he will even become scrambling.

Master Heng obviously saw this, and under a tingling scalp, he immediately withdrew his hand and let out a sigh of relief.

"Master Heng, what's wrong with you?" asked Cheng Yunhui.

Master Heng sighed bitterly: "This ...... The ability of the old decay is still a little inferior, and if the light is forcibly opened again, I am afraid that there will only be one end to destroy the weapon, so I can only choose to stop quickly. There is no problem with this spiritual weapon. ”

When Cheng Yunhui heard this, his expression froze and he sighed.

"Who else has the confidence to give it a try?" asked Cheng Yunhui.

Seeing that Master Lian Heng was like this, many inscription masters shrank back, and they didn't dare to step forward anymore.

Although Cheng Yunhui said that he was open and did not need them to be responsible, it was not a good thing for this superb spiritual weapon to smash anyone's hands.

In the case of low certainty, no one dares to stand up.

"Otherwise, I'll do it. A middle-aged inscriptionist stepped forward.

"Wei Feng?"

Many people looked at this middle-aged man in an ancient robe.

These inscription masters were even more surprised, this Wei Feng should be regarded as the one with the worst inscription skills among them.

Because it is true that the years of the consecration inscription are much worse than theirs.

Seeing the other party stand up, many inscription masters secretly laughed, this Wei Feng is obviously the least famous, and he wants to make a name for himself.

However, the consecration of these 4,800 inscriptions is not easy, who is sure?

Cheng Yunhui also has some understanding of Wei Feng's methods, but now he is completely a dead horse as a live horse doctor, so he can only say: "Okay, Master Wei Feng, come on." ”

Wei Feng seemed calm, but in fact, he was also apprehensive in his heart, and he took out his own light-opening materials slowly.

Immediately, the same technique was swift, and the consecration was unfolded on this incense burner.

Su Ye didn't care about it, because it could be seen that Wei Feng's grasp was not high enough, but after a closer look, he was a little interested in Wei Feng.

Because Wei Feng's talent for consecration is very remarkable, it is very remarkable that his means of consecration have reached such a level at this age.

The most important thing is that this Wei Feng is obviously extremely focused, with an indomitable feeling, unlike Master Heng, cowering, wanting to open the light, but he has every kind of concern.

If you have any concerns, even if you are somewhat sure, you can only fail in the end.

However, in the final analysis, Wei Feng's methods were still a little worse, and in the second half of the journey, it was already difficult to get struggling.

Seeing this, Su Ye felt a little appreciative, and opened his mouth to say: "When there are three thousand five hundred inscriptions, first use the blood spirit grass to attract the power of the inscription, and then beat the cold light grass into the inscription to calm the restlessness of the inscription, and then open the power of the inscription. ”

Hearing Su Ye's words, the group of people who were still watching Wei Feng were all stunned, not knowing what Su Ye meant by this.

"Young Master Su Ye, ...... you" Murong couldn't help but be surprised, the inscription master opened the light and disturbed the most, Su Ye wouldn't be ignorant of this, and he still looked like a pointer?

Isn't that a bad thing!

Wei Feng was still anxious and had no clue, because by the time of the three thousand seven hundred inscriptions, he was indeed at a loss.

Hearing a word, he simply believed it and immediately followed Su Ye's words.

This way, Wei Feng's eyes widened, but he found that the pressure given by the inscription had disappeared, and when he came to the three thousand seven hundred inscriptions, he should have been in a hurry, but now he suddenly became much more enlightened.

It's amazing, what's going on!