Chapter 52： Learning the track

"You turned the Shura Shenyu into a god-shaped pen knife. This is the illusion method, and two first-order meta-patterns. You first learn these two first-order meta-patterns."

A little bit of Mu Feng’s mind, a message was introduced into Mu Feng’s mind.

After Mu Feng understood the information, he used the vitality to rush out of Shura Shenyu. Among them, there was a golden **** pattern. After the vitality poured into it, Shura Shenyu’s blood was lingering and turned into a one-foot-long, blood-red pen. Knife, the sharp edge of the knife, blood red color, the pen has a golden texture.

Mu Feng took out a piece of animal skin, and the pen knife was inserted into the fine jade bottle. The tip of the knife absorbed the fine ink.

Then he was filled with the spirit of the pen, and there was a blood red liquid on the pen knife.

"Yes, the first spiritual soul can make the pen knife ink, it seems that he has the talent to learn the grain."

Haoyue looked at the side and looked at him secretly.

Mu Feng raised the pen knife and began to paint on the animal skin paper. Because it was the first time, the pen was smashed, and the Yuan pattern twisted in accordance with the method of depicting the yuan in memory, and the paper was broken.

The first note was drawn, but it was obviously ruined.

Three in a row, no success

"Oh, really stupid, this way, I enter your body, I control your physical depiction, you see how I paint"

Haoyue sighed, said.

This is really not Mu Feng stupid, portraying, generally learn to portray a meta-pattern, no countless practice is impossible, not to mention Mu Feng is only the first contact.

The moon was turned into a golden light and entered the Mu Feng Lingtai. The Yuanshen was temporarily merged into the body of Mu Feng. She controlled Mu Feng’s arm and carried a sculpt pen knife and portrayed it on the paper.

This knife walks like a dragon snake, running in the clouds, and just using Mu Feng just two concepts!

Soon, a piece of paper was portrayed.

Mu Feng took the paper, and the energy poured into the paper, and then quickly threw it into the corner of the chamber.

boom……!

A fierce explosion, the paper broke out and opened a blue wave, the power is amazing, comparable to the purple house!

"impressive"

Mu Feng showed a shock.

"Hey, this is just the first-order water explosion. I saw it. This is the power of the sect. If you can paint the gods in the future, a charm will have the power to destroy the stars."

Haoyue Yuanshen flew out of Mu Feng's flesh, said Jiao Jiao.

"Quickly remember the feeling when I was painting the Yuan pattern, you practice it several times."

Mu Feng nodded and took out a piece of paper to describe it. Although this time he did not succeed, he improved a lot.

He practiced once and took him into the body to practice him once. After dozens of cycles, he actually formed muscle memory, and portrayed this meta-pattern, becoming an instinct.

Five dozens of paper, only the last seven, only five hundred notes of paper, but also painted hundreds of gold coins, in addition to the characterization of the previous month, his own depiction is abolished.

Mu Feng once again portrayed himself and practiced dozens of times. With the help of Haoyue, he portrayed it as a flowing stream. Under the characterization of the pen knife, a line of fine ink lines appeared on the paper.

The last knife was lifted, and the bluish-colored ink lines of the paper were actually emitting blue light, which then penetrated into the paper.

Mu Feng is overjoyed, "Haha, I succeeded, month, I succeeded."

Mu Feng took this character and excitedly jumped up.

"Yes, there will be a kind of yuan pattern. You are barely stepping into the door of the tracker. You are going to get some weapons. I teach you to paint the pattern. A qualified first-order tracker must at least paint the pattern. ”

Nod and nodded.

If this is to let outsiders know that they must not be scared to death, they will draw a meta-pattern in one day. Others estimate that they have to learn for a few months and consume a lot of money.

However, there is no way, who can let Mu Feng have a teacher who can really talk about the teaching and the body training, plus his own good insight, can have this anti-day effect.

Mu Feng nodded. He portrayed the remaining pieces of paper as the yuan pattern. When the last one was drawn, Mu Feng felt black in front of him and was stunned in the practice room.

Engraving is very mentally consuming. He can paint five dozens of papers in one breath, which is why he has too many ordinary souls.

Looking at the coma and sleeping in the practice room, Mu Feng, who was asleep and slumbering, showed a hint of softness. This softness contained a kind of color similar to family and not like family.

"Xin Yan, you can rest assured that Feng will definitely be a man in the future..."

The next day, Mu Feng stretched out, waking up from a deep sleep, sleeping all night, his mental strength returned to the original, then went out of the cultivation room, went to an arsenal shop in Annan City, and bought dozens of pieces at a time. Superior weapons.

These dozens of weapons used almost all his gold coins.

Returning to the cultivation room, Hao Yue taught Mu Feng to paint the pattern in the weapon.

The pen blade is extremely sharp, engraved on the hard weapon, directly carved out the texture, and the fine ink is poured into the engraving.

After the portrayal, this long white knife smashed and shattered!

Obviously, the first time I also portrayed it.

The moon is attached to the body, and Mu Feng is taught to paint the pattern. The first-order pattern is mainly based on the amplitude of the elementary gas, so that the weapon has a certain effect of strengthening the attacking force.

Time passed by in a little bit. In the cultivation room, one piece after another was scrapped, but the young man did not abandon it. He continued to sculpt and rest, regain some spiritual strength, and continue to portray.

At this time, in the city of Annan, the Mu family weapons were laid.

"Hey, I said, what happened to your Mu family? The last time I made a custom weapon, I haven’t come yet. It’s time to pay the money, refund the money, and refund the money!”

A large group of people gathered in the Mujia weapons shop to clamor.

"I'm sorry, everyone, your weapons will come, can you be in a few days of grace, a few days of grace"

A gray-haired middle-aged laughter said.

"Grandfather your uncle, I have waited for more than half a month, how, you Mu also wants to eat our deposit? Return money, refund money"

A burly man grabbed the roar of the middle-aged shopkeeper.

"Return money, refund money!"

Others are also called martyrdom.

In the second floor of a tea house outside the shop, a one-armed young man stared at a beautiful woman and looked at the scene with a sneer.

"Mu, don't think that there is a family backing, I can't deal with you, I want you to let the Mu family do not go down in Annan City, let you know, offend my Huang family"

The teenager sneered and said that the scorpion is full of sinister colors.

At the same time, Mu's Dan Yaopu also caused such a dispute.

"Hey, I’m giving you up to three days, I still can’t see the weapons I want, and I’m smashing your store!”

In the end, the group vented a pass, or left, the middle-aged man sorted out his clothes and sighed.

"This weapon will not come again. My Mu family is in Annan City. It is worthy of disguise."