People are more popular than others, and people are more expensive than goods.
All the way to the gate of Mingshi Union, Xi Yun only had this thought in her mind.
It was a coincidence that as soon as they arrived at the door, they happened to meet Zeng Mingshi walking out with a few people.
"Why are you guys again?"
Seeing Ye Lingyue and Xi Yun go back and forth, Zeng Mingshi said sarcastically.
He had heard all about it. Ye Lingyue and Xi Yun had been recruiting inscription masters for the past few days, and it was thanks to them that they figured it out and participated in the assessment on behalf of the ancient city of Gesang.
Zeng Mingshi wanted to make some sarcastic remarks, but he saw the emperor behind Ye Lingyue and others at a glance.
"Wait a minute, the inscription master union, only the inscription master is not allowed to enter. You don't want to get away with it, he is not a inscription master."
Zeng Mingshi still had lingering fears when he saw Emperor Xin.
Looking at the actions of Ye Lingyue and others, Zeng Mingshi guessed that the two girls couldn't find other contestants, so he called Emperor Xin over to make up for it.
As soon as he yelled, everyone around him gathered around.
Zeng Mingshi shouted even louder.
"Come over and have a look. After being expelled from the Consonance Union, these two women still want to go to great lengths to attend the annual assessment. The person behind them is not a Mingshi at all."
People from the Inscription Master Federation also rushed over upon hearing the news.
At this time, a middle-aged woman in her 50s came over.
"Vice president."
Xiyun saluted the visitor.
The woman is Mrs. Ban, the vice president of the Federation of Trade Unions. She and the old president Lingxi are old friends, and counting, they are still Xi Yun's elders.
"Miss Xiyun, I have already heard about your affairs. But the Federation of Trade Unions has its own rules, and there is nothing I can do about it."
The head of the class signaled Zeng Mingshi not to make noise.
The class president also felt that the matter of the old president was tricky, but there was no definite evidence.
"Vice President, we didn't come here to cause trouble. We came here to participate in the annual assessment. We represent the ancient city of Gesang."
Xi Yun disdains Master Zeng Mingshi's actions, but she also knows that now is not the time to confront tough things head-on.
"It's not impossible to represent the ancient city, it's just your manpower?"
The class president was perplexed, and glanced at Ye Lingyue and Dixin.
Of the two, one is just a third-level inscription master, and the other is not an inscription master at all.
Although she really wanted to help Xiyun, she couldn't break the rules in front of so many people.
"President of the class, I am indeed not an inscription master, but just because I am not right now does not mean I will not be in the future. I came here today to participate in the assessment."
Emperor Xin said lightly.
"You, to participate in the inscription master assessment? Young man, how long have you studied inscriptions?"
The class president was surprised.
Although she didn't know the identity of the emperor, but the appearance and temperament of the other party were not ordinary, and it was obvious that he was from an unusual family.
Moreover, his aura is restrained, and he doesn't let out the slightest bit of aura, so his cultivation should be good.
Generally speaking, it is absolutely impossible for a successful martial artist to become a monk halfway to refine the inscription.
"Two hours."
Emperor Xin said frankly.
Two hours!
It's okay if Dixin didn't say it, when he said that, all the inscription masters around were filled with righteous indignation.
"This kid, what are you kidding, you have only studied the inscriptions for two hours, and you are here to participate in the inscription master assessment?"
"What is he doing as an inscription teacher? He can't play a house!"
"It's unreasonable to drive this troublemaker out!"
"A brat, I'm afraid he can't even hold an inscription pen."
Those inscription masters all harbored malicious intentions and wanted to expel Emperor Xin and others.
The class president also had a wry smile on his face.
"Young man, the inscription can't be learned overnight. If you are really interested, you can study it for a while longer before you come to take the assessment."
"Am I going to participate in the assessment, or is it that the Cangmang Federation of Trade Unions can't even pass the assessment?"
Emperor Xin didn't retreat half a step, and was about to participate in the assessment on the spot.
"Since that's the case, I'll let you participate in the assessment, but if you can't even reach the first-level inscription master, you will be prohibited from stepping into the inscription master union for half a step in the future. Not only you, but also your companions. "
The class president was also a little annoyed.
The annual assessment is just around the corner, and due to the conflict with Xin Tianhe, the Federation of Trade Unions is facing a lot of pressure this time.
In particular, the sudden death of president Lingxi happened, and the class president is also in a state of desperation these days.
The other party's attitude made the class president a little angry.
Furious, she led Di Xin into the room.
The assessment of the inscription master union is inside.
"Ling Yue, is His Highness Sword Demon really okay?"
Seeing that Di Xin and the class president had left, Xi Yun was still feeling uneasy.
In fact, it is not to blame for the class president's reaction, even Xi Yun felt that His Royal Highness Sword Demon wanted to become a Mingshi within two hours, which was really ridiculous.
"Don't worry, Emperor Xin never does things that are not sure."
Even if the emperor has forgotten the past, without the emotions and desires, he is still the emperor.
Ye Lingyue was very relieved when he was doing things.
"See how you end up this time. The old president is really blind, and he will trust you."
Zeng Mingshi said gloatingly at the side.
Although he won the position of president of the Consonance Union, he heard that the old president told Ye Lingyue and Xi Yun a big secret before his death.
Zeng Mingshi has been brooding over this matter.
But a quarter of an hour later, Di Xin came out.
"Emperor Sword Demon, inscriptions are not swordsmanship. You can use a sword, but you may not be able to use an inscription pen. If you want to become an inscription master, wait another year or a half."
Master Zeng sneered.
"How about it?"
Xi Yun asked cautiously, but Di Xin didn't say a word, and behind him, the squad leader also came out.
She had a strange expression on her face, looked at everyone, and hesitated to speak.
"President, I just said that this kid is here to make trouble. Come here and throw these three people out."
Zeng Mingshi was so complacent that he was trying to drive people away.
"Give him the Master Order."
But at this moment, the class president said suddenly.
Everyone was taken aback.
"He He… "
"Second level inscriber."
The head of the class had a complicated expression, and handed a second-level Mingshi token to Emperor Xin.
This time, it was the others who were speechless.
"It stands to reason. Twenty kinds of inscriptions, you should be a third-level inscription master, but you don't know how to use an inscription pen, and you use a non-traditional inscription method. Therefore, there are seven kinds of inscriptions that do not meet the regulations of the inscription masters union. As for the assessment conditions, you can only be a second-level inscription master."
The class president explained.
Twenty inscriptions.
This kid who has only studied for two hours actually knows twenty kinds of inscriptions
The inscribers present were all dumbfounded.
"Oops."
Ye Lingyue muttered inwardly that it was not good.
She just told Di Xin the introduction to twenty kinds of inscriptions, but she forgot to tell Di Xin how to use the inscription pen.
What did this kid use to engrave the inscription
Shouldn't it be using... Ye Lingyue quietly glanced at the sword on Dixin's body.
Carve inscriptions with swords
No wonder the head of the class has such a strange expression on his face.