Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 68
Feeling this majestic momentum, the stern old man let out a cold snort, and the power of the ninth level of true martial arts pervaded the air.

The two forces in the bamboo house converged, like several real dragons colliding, and the whole bamboo house creaked.

But Lu Feng could see that Ghost Hand was not Mo Lao's opponent.

"boom!"

The power exploded in an instant, and the entire bamboo house was destroyed in an instant.

"It's still so weak, it hasn't improved at all."

Mo Lao's aura changed drastically at this moment, his eyes were squinting, his figure was majestic and motionless, while the stern old man took a few steps back.

"Hmph, old man Mo, I didn't come to you today to compete in martial arts with you. You and I are both famous third-rank inscription pattern masters in the inscription pattern world. How can we compete with martial arts?"

The stern old man didn't take it seriously after suffering this small loss.

The identity of this person in front of him is also not simple, he is the president of the Inscription Pattern Guild of the Black Water Country.

The difference with Mo Lao is that Mo Lao's strength is shown on the refining tool, but this person's inscription pattern is more good at attacking.

The relationship between the two was not friendly. During an exchange of inscription patterns, Mo Lao had severely humiliated him.

Because of the fight between the two, Mo Ling stood behind Lu Feng.

"You are also from the Inscription Guild? I have never seen you before."

At this moment, when the man saw Lu Feng, he was slightly displeased and said coldly.

"No." Lu Feng shook his head, he was really not interested in getting entangled with this proud man.

"No, just get the hell out of here, this is the Inscription Pattern Guild, how can an idler have the right to stand here."

His inscription pattern genius, how could he lower his status to stand with a little warrior.

"This is Mo Lao's place, you have crossed the line." Lu Feng's expression darkened.

"That's right, you, a disciple of Ghost Hand, control too much, you should come here today to learn about inscription patterns with me."

Impatientness flashed across Old Mo's face, and the previous good mood was swept away.

"Hehe, this disciple of mine is like this, young man, it is inevitable that he is arrogant."

The ghost is self-satisfied.

"Ling'er, Lu Feng is going out for a stroll today, and will come back later."

Old Mo said.

Lu Feng nodded, turned around and left with Mo Ling.

"stop!"

Seeing that Lu Feng and Mo Ling were about to leave, the man gave a loud shout.

It is a disgrace to his inscription pattern genius that a warrior dares to ignore him like this.

Lu Feng didn't pay attention to him, he really thought of himself as some kind of character.

"I tell you to stop!"

The man got angry, let out a cold snort, gathered a lot of profound energy in his palm, and grabbed Lu Feng.

Feeling the majestic wind coming from behind, Lu Feng's heart surged with anger.

I never offended him from the beginning to the end, but he persisted. Immediately, Lu Feng turned around abruptly, Tianhuang Fist condensed a huge fist, and accompanied by a loud sound, eight fists with the power of flying dragons swung out suddenly .

Today's Lu Feng is already at the fourth level of Tongmai, and his strength has reached the strength of eight flying dragons.

boom!
The strong wind blew up, Lu Feng stood still like an iron tower, but the man flew backwards suddenly, a pair of golden boots under his feet blew dazzling sparks, and he was supported by the ghost's palm so that he didn't lose more face .

"This man's strength is terrifying."

Unexpectedly, a punch of a young boy in front of him has such great power, even he, a strong man with five layers of meridians, can't receive his punch.

"Your disciple's strength is not very good." Mo Lao said sarcastically.

Ghost Hand smiled lightly: "Although Shao Hua's martial arts talent is not weak, it is not as good as those geniuses who are obsessed with martial arts. His talent is still in the inscription pattern."

Speaking of this, Shao Hua straightened up, completely forgetting the fact that he was knocked back by Lu Feng's punch just now, and was extremely proud.

For him, martial arts cultivation is just an aid on his road of inscription patterns.

"I want to see how powerful his inscription talent is."

"Shao Hua is only [-] this year, but he has already set foot in the second-rank inscription pattern master. His achievements in the future are likely to surpass the old man, and he will become the first inscription pattern master in more than a dozen surrounding kingdoms."

He looked proudly at Mo Lao, a 20-year-old second-rank inscription master, shocked enough, he really wanted to see Mo Lao's surprised expression.

But he was disappointed. Mo Lao looked calm, and even picked out his ear, popping out a piece of earwax, as if he didn't care at all.

If he hadn't seen Lu Feng's superb inscription pattern attainment, he might be shocked.

But Lu Feng's light was too dazzling, and he didn't like Shao Hua, a young inscription genius.

"Is it excellent? I can easily find someone who is even better than that Shao Hua." Elder Mo mocked.

Hearing this, the ghost was furious, and then sneered: "I want to see how you find someone who is even better than Shao Hua. Do you think this is a martial arts genius, so easy to find?"

"As for the kid next to you, his inscription pattern attainment is definitely better than your shit Shao Hua."

Elder Mo pointed at Lu Feng seemingly casually, and pushed Lu Feng out.

Lu Feng was a little helpless, why did it involve himself again.

But at this moment, he couldn't allow him to shrink back, so he stared at Lu Feng with his ghost hand, and laughed loudly: "This old man is really laughing to death. I think he is only sixteen or seventeen years old. How dare you say that he is stronger than Shao Hua? I think you are crazy!" gone."

"I don't know if Old Mo is crazy or not, but the Shao Hua you speak of is at best better than trash."

In the previous life, he was a master of inscription patterns, and he was also arrogant.

A small third-grade inscription master was gesticulating in front of him, no doubt playing tricks in the class.

"The inscription patterns are not martial arts, they can be cultivated by individuals, and you are not afraid of Fengda's tongue flashing."

Shao Hua disdainfully snorted coldly, his inscription pattern talent was hailed as a rare genius in a hundred years in the surrounding kingdoms.

The kid on the opposite side, can he do it?
"Why don't we take a gamble, I'll bet you with five high-grade profound stones."

Lu Feng flipped through his hands and took out five high-grade profound stones, which were given to him by the mysterious woman Chu Yan.

As soon as the five high-grade profound stones were taken out, sufficient profound energy bloomed into white clouds.

A high-grade profound stone on the market is as high as several million taels, but no one is stupid enough to exchange it for a high-grade profound stone.

the reason is simple.

High-grade profound stones are very valuable, and the entire Tianlin Dynasty does not have a high-grade ore vein, only some that leaked from the outside and entered the country.

There is a big difference between top-grade profound stones and middle-grade profound stones, and it is a qualitative change. The profound energy inside can help strong people above the true martial arts level to condense their true energy.

"Bet him!" Ghost Hand immediately agreed.

These five high-grade profound stones made him very excited. Do this kind of madman think that the inscription patterns are the same as martial arts?

Even if he was with Mo Lao, it was a miracle that he could draw a first-class inscription pattern at his age.

Shao Hua would not object even more. In his opinion, Lu Feng is only strong in martial arts, and he is still better in the inscription pattern.

Immediately, the ghost hand took out tens of millions of taels of silver bills and slapped them on the table.

Seeing this, Lu Feng sneered: "There is no sincerity at all, who are you fooling with these tens of millions of taels of silver? How can the value of top-grade profound stones be compared with these tens of millions of taels of silver."

"Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, the old man will accompany you to bet on Xuanshi."

While speaking, the ghost hand put away the banknotes, and said with a sneer, "Don't say that this old man bullies you, if you win, this old man will give you ten high-grade profound stones."

"Thank you then."

Lu Feng smiled.

(End of this chapter)