Chapter 4887 (2/2)

Not only that, she also has to face the attack of the Star River ancestors, which makes ye Lingyue feel a sense of separation and lack of skills.

”You need to master more than 15 inscriptions for the third level master of inscriptions. Master ye, you are ready.”

The head of the class reminded.

Ye Lingyue nodded.

She took out her pen

An hour later, fifteen inscriptions appeared in front of the class president.

”The success rate is 100% and you can achieve it in one go. Congratulations on becoming a third level master.”

The head of the class checked ye Lingyue's inscriptions one by one. After reading, she nodded.

Ye Lingyue became a third grade epigraph master, and the class leader was not surprised, as the old president had said earlier.

Ye Lingyue himself had the strength of a three-level epigraph master, but because the old president was not in Lingxi city at that time, he could not be assessed.But it's hard to say about the remaining level Four and five.

”Ye Mingshi, are you going to have a rest?”

The class leader looked at ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue shook her head, she has no extra time, rest.

Xiyun is still waiting for her outside.

Although the death of the old president is not directly due to ye Lingyue, ye Lingyue is also duty bound.

She must take part in this annual assessment.

Not only that, she has to avenge the old president.

No matter Zeng Mingshi or Xinghe's ancestor, she doesn't want to let go.

Another hour has passed.

Twenty five inscriptions appear again in front of the class president.

The class leader checked the inscription again.

”100% success rate.”

The head of the class looks at ye Lingyue's eyes, full of praise.

There are 40 inscriptions, and ye Lingyue, without exception, has been completed perfectly.

Earlier, the head of the class had some doubts about ye Lingyue, but now, seeing that she has completed the inscription perfectly, the class leader can't help but look forward to the next 50 inscriptions of Ye Lingyue

Time passes by.

In the trade union, Xiyun and Dixin are still waiting.

Xi Yun's face is anxious.

It's completely dark outside.

There is not much time left.

With only one hour or so, Ling Yue can finish 50 inscriptions and become a fifth level master of inscriptions?

Xi Yun looks at the emperor Shen, and sees that he is keeping his eyes closed.

”Lord sword demon, do you think Lingyue could become a fifth level master of inscriptions?”

Xi Yun can't help asking.

”Nonsense.”

Dixin just threw out two words.

Xi Yun looks embarrassed, nonsense?

What does your highness sword demon mean?

Is it possible or not?

Xiyun did not dare to ask any more questions. The sword demon emperor Xin just made a move, which scared Xiyun.

In addition to ye Lingyue, there are few people who dare to speak more with the sword demon emperor Xin.

Time passed, and finally, only a quarter of an hour was left.

Inside, ye Lingyue has completed 25 inscriptions.

”It's a quarter of an hour, too bad.”

Seeing the twenty-five inscriptions completed by Ye Lingyue, the head of the class shook his head and regretted.