The heavenly monument is very huge, three zhang high, two zhang wide, the whole body is gray, and the back is engraved with a lot of bucket patterns.

I don't know which master of the bucket pattern engraved so many bucket patterns on a stone tablet.

The Heavenly Monument stood in the center of the attic, and many warriors were already surrounding the front side of the Heavenly Monument, and they retreated to ten zhang away, giving some space to those warriors who tried to leave their names.

On the front of the monument, the most central position, a huge name is carved, which is "Mocang".

Those two eye-catching words represent absolute glory!

As for the other full names, such as the Blood Child, the font size is much smaller.

It can be said that the word "Mocang" is like a king on the heavenly monument, arrogant and ignorant of everything.

Many warriors took out their weapons one by one and continued to carve them on the heavenly monument.

However, their weapons were outlined on the heavenly monument, but it was difficult to leave a trace.

Many warriors try and fail, and then consciously quit.

The stele is like an indestructible shield, let alone leaving a word on it, it is difficult to leave a trace at all.

At this time, Zhang Mofan and his party also arrived, and Zhao Yun couldn't wait to walk in front of the Heavenly Monument, and swore an oath: "Dusk Ge, I will let you know that I lost to the Blood Prince, not because my strength is too poor, but because the realm is not as high as his, and I can also leave a surname on the Heavenly Monument." ”

Just now, he lost face in front of everyone, and this time, he naturally wanted to use his name to defend his dignity.

After speaking, he sacrificed his long sword, urged Zhenyuan, and stabbed the heavenly monument with a sword, directly stabbing into it.

However, he found it extremely difficult to move his sword.

He frantically urged the true element, and the dark attribute of the fighting pattern began to have an effect, and the blade of the sword was actually corrosive, and the surface of the heavenly monument was also corroded.

"Hahaha, it's really good, this dark attribute fighting pattern, it's really powerful, even this heavenly monument can be corroded, I can not only leave my surname, but also my full name. ”

Zhao Yunqiang's heart is also extremely excited, once he can leave his full name, he will be able to wash away all the previous humiliation.

If his weapon imprint wasn't a dark attribute fighting pattern, it would definitely be difficult for him to leave a single drawing.

"Zhang Mofan, let you humiliate me, you wait and see, when I leave my full name on the heavenly monument, it will definitely cause a sensation in Yanling City. ”

Zhao Yunqiang thought in his heart, constantly sketching, skimming and drawing, all very relaxed.

"This is Zhao Yunqiang, he sketched the text, how easy it is? ”

Many onlookers were surprised.

Other martial artists, every time they sketched a painting, it was very difficult, but Zhao Yunqiang was so easy.

"Zhao Yunqiang, this kid, constantly infuses the true yuan into the bucket pattern, and the power of the bucket pattern bursts out, I dare to pack the ticket, this weapon will soon be corroded, and finally break directly. ”

The eighth master said.

Generally, the limit that a mortal treasure weapon can withstand is a second-order fighting pattern, and it must also be a fighting pattern of the same attribute.

Engraved with a third-order bucket pattern, it must not be able to withstand it!

Now, Zhao Yunqiang has engraved a second-order high-level dark attribute fighting pattern on a wood-attribute weapon, and he is absolutely looking for death.

"His weapon has cracked. ”

Zhang Mofan has mastered the fighting pattern technique, and he still knows this common sense very well.

Sure enough, when Zhao Yunqiang swore to sketch the third painting, his Fanbao long sword finally couldn't withstand the corrosiveness and began to crack.

Click!

With the infusion of the true element, the weapon finally couldn't bear it, and it collapsed directly.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Yunqiang saw that his weapon was broken, and there was panic in his eyes, and then, he roared: "No, I'm about to leave a surname, why is it broken?"

He was unwilling in his heart, and originally thought that he could wash away all the humiliation, but found that everything was delusional.

His weapon, as the eighth master said, was broken.

At this time, Li Duhua stepped forward and comforted: "Zhao Yunqiang, you don't have to be frustrated, it's just a failure, you have already sketched three paintings, not to mention, you are only now in the valley realm." ”

"That's right, I'm only in the Valley Realm Eightfold now, as long as I don't reach the True Qi Realm, I can keep trying. ”

Zhao Yunqiang also tried to comfort himself, nodded, and stepped aside.

Li Duhua also went up and tried it, but he couldn't leave his surname.

"Zhang Mofan, it's your turn, don't embarrass me. ”

At this time, the eighth master called out.

Zhang Mofan glanced at the eighth master, and saw that the eighth master's frightened whole body shrank to the side, so he slowly walked up.

His appearance can be said to have caused a huge sensation, because many people present recognized him.

"Isn't he the kid who just fought with the Blood Prince?"

"This kid actually came to leave his name on the heavenly monument, but I'm afraid that he won't even be able to leave a surname. ”

"What? He fought with the Blood Prince? When did he do it? What realm did he have? Dare to fight with the Blood Prince? The Blood Boy left his full name on the Heavenly Monument. ”

There is a lot of talk about it.

On the entire heavenly monument, there are ten people who leave their full names, and the name of the blood prince has a place.

Zhang Mofan walked to the side of the heavenly monument, holding the sand in his hand, he jumped into the air, holding the sand with both hands, and the true yuan was poured into it, making the body of the sand shine with five-colored brilliance.

Woohoo!

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Mofan kept waving the halberd, and in a few breaths, he landed.

"What is he doing? His weapon didn't even touch the monument?"

"Is he here to play monkey?"

"The weapon didn't touch the heavenly monument, how can he carve the name? Unless he hit the halberd, but the halberd didn't either. ”

Many martial artists have discussed, thinking that Zhang Mofan is here to be funny, and there are no longer a few people like Zhang Mofan who are sensational.

At this time, Zhang Mofan punched out!

Wind Shadow Nine Fist Strength!

The fist wind blew away, slamming on the heavenly monument, blowing away the dust on it.

At the top of the monument, the pattern of a small pig magically appeared, and the little pig, which was extremely huge, occupied almost a quarter of the position of the monument, above all the names.

"How is this possible?"

Everyone was shocked, their eyes were full of incredulity, just a few breaths, across the space, actually painted on the heavenly monument?

For a while, countless people turned their attention to Zhang Mofan, the man who painted with heavenly monuments.

Zhang Mofan smiled, looked at the "little pig" on the heavenly monument, and was quite satisfied, it seems that this method of painting pig halberds still has such a use.

The eighth master walked out at this time, Douda's eyes were full of affection, and said: "Zhang Mofan, you painted me on the heavenly monument in front of everyone, and honestly, do you like me?"