And Tianyu Empire, Tianyu branch.

After taking part in the contest for the first prize, Luo Qingtong began to live in the junior class, the dormitory of song Cheng tutor and his own dormitory every day.

During the day, I learn all kinds of knowledge about martial arts, martial arts and the world in the junior class.

In the evening, he studied inscriptions in the courtyard dormitory of song city.

In a word, although song Cheng's temper is strange, he has a solid foundation in studying Mingwen for decades.

I just don't have any talent. I've been struggling at the entry level for so many years.

Looking at the inscriptions and patterns he painted, Xiangzhu and luoqingtong felt extremely hot eyes.

Especially the little Xiang pig, without hesitation, said: "oh my God, I draw better with pig's hoof than him! The master's talent is so poor that he is also very good! "

The lip angle of Luoqing pupil is slightly drawn.

I don't know what song Cheng would look like if he knew that he was despised by a pig.

However, song Cheng's talent is poor, but he has studied the basic knowledge he should know.

With his teaching and Luo Qingtong's own pupil technique.

Soon, Luo Qingtong mastered the basic principle and usage of tattoo.

"Shua!"

Luo Qingtong raises his hand to draw the next inscription pattern in the first floor space of Jiuchong Linglong tower.

The above lines, strokes, carry a kind of resonance in the space of heaven and earth.

Every stroke is just right.

With the turning point of Luo Qingtong's wrist, soon the last inscription line was completed, and the inscription patterns were connected.

Hum once, energy perfusion cycle, this time, that inscription pattern is alive.

In a flash, the space was obviously split into a piece, which was included in the inscription pattern.

Luo Qingtong quickly pressed it on a ring he had made before.

In a flash, a Xumi space artifact took shape.

Of course, it's the fake Xumi space artifact.

According to little Xiang Zhu, this is only the lowest level of space storage.

The real spiritual instrument of Xumi space, moving mountains to fill the sea, and gathering spiritual springs, forms its own realm.

And the more advanced space magic weapon can also form a space element blade, cut at will and break everything.

A powerful calligrapher can do everything. His strength is no less than that of any powerful warrior in the world.

Otherwise, how did tianmingzi escape from those enemies as a tattoo master?

But Luo Qingtong can't be like tianmingzi now.

"Ten square meters."

Looking down at his refining space ring, Luo Qingtong nodded with satisfaction.

The first refining can refine a 10 square meter space ring, which is already very good.

In Zhenyan, Xumi's space artifact has almost disappeared.

Not to mention the space ring of ten square meters, even one square meter is enough to make many strong people flock to it!

Those who have Xumi space artifact, which is not the strong one of big power.

Like Tianyu royal family, they don't even have the qualification to have Xumi space spirit weapon!

"Shua!"

Luoqingtong turned out of the space of the nine layer exquisite tower.

This space was opened when she won the first prize of freshmen and was promoted to Marquis Wu.

The speed of time inside is one to three compared with that outside, which is very suitable for cultivating and practicing the inscription technique.

Luo Qingtong has nothing to do but practice in it.

As soon as she came out, the little pig and yeqianmu outside felt it.