Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"It's really strange. I don't know which bastard did it. We all got kicked out with half a day of practice."

Wang Yuwei scolded in a low voice with an unhappy face.

Ye Feng: "

"Younger martial brother Ye!"

Seeing Ye Feng coming out, Yuan Ning waved with a smile and said, "since we can't practice for the time being, we might as well go to the city. It's rare to have free time. I have a lot of pocket money left this month. Please spend it together."

"Long live elder martial sister yuan..."

A group of floor sweeping disciples immediately gave out excited cheers.

Yuan Ningzhen, the little rich woman, wants a treat. No one will have any objection

An hour later, a group of people came down the mountain. As soon as they entered the city, they were like caged birds scattered to every corner.

"Go and show you!"

In the bustling street, the little woman's side of Yuanning was fully exposed. She took Ye Feng and rushed to various shops and soon bought a lot of things, almost half of which were filled with storage rings.

"Hmm? What's the price of this animal skin?"

Stopping in front of a small stall, Ye Feng's eyes were absorbed by a piece of purple animal skin.

"Ouch, you are really good-looking. Look at your appearance, it should be from those big doors in the city. This is the skin of the ground level monster purple cloud winged bird. The teacher of our shop made it with a hand knife without any damage to the skin. It would have cost 3 million... If you want it, just give 2 million spirit stones."

The vendor's sad face looked as if he had suffered a great loss.

Two million!

Leaf maple immediately turned pale.

The price is no different from robbery.

"Can you make it cheaper? The demon skin on the ground level... If we put it in Yuanwu, it will be 100000 top-grade spirit stones at most."

Putting on the appearance of an expert, Ye Feng squatted and discussed.

"100000? To tell you the truth, the minimum is 2 million. You can only give a 50% discount unless you are an engraver. If you don't... Walk slowly!"

The vendor held his arms in his hands and was a little impatient in his eyes.

"Cut, look down on people. Younger martial brother ye, I bought it for you... Hey, open your eyes and watch it. Two million, not less!"

Yuan Ning was so angry that she took out a spirit stone and threw it into the hands of the vendor.

"Small, I'll wrap it up for you!"

The vendor's face turned into a smiling peach blossom and nodded.

"This..."

Ye Feng was helpless and took out 2 million spirit stones and stuffed them into yuan Ningzhen. He didn't want to take advantage of a girl.

"Younger martial brother ye, what are you doing? If you have a religious talisman, you can save a large amount of spirit stone for my young lady in the future. I'll be angry if you ask my mother to refuse."

Yuan Ning really raised her small face and said displeased.

"Man, just take it. The little rich woman has a lot of silly money... Ah yo..."

Wang Yuwei joked aside. Unexpectedly, Yuan Ning caught him and gave him a hard twist.

Ye Feng was speechless on the spot, so he had to put away the Lingshi and animal skin with a smile.

"By the way, younger martial brother ye, these animal skins are only used for inscriptions. Why do you buy them?" Yuan Ning asked with a trace of strangeness after the fight ended.

"It's natural to practice inscriptions."

Ye Feng answered casually.

Since he left the powerful country of the Western Tang Dynasty, the inscriptions have been put on hold. Now, when he comes to the sales treasury of Jinhua Shangcheng, the inscriptions master has a high status and has been highly regarded by people. Ye Feng is also thinking about picking up the craft again.

"Well, it's a bottomless pit to cultivate inscriptions. I've smashed more than half of my family into it. So far, I'm still a... Trainee."

Wang Yuwei, who rubbed his waist, cried and looked like a brother in distress. He reached out and patted Ye Feng on the shoulder.

"It's better to die as soon as possible and take your current cultivation as your major in Yuanli."

Yuan Ningzhen nodded approvingly. Soon she turned and looked at a huge building in the distance. Suddenly she said, "younger martial brother ye, do you want to... Take you to the inscription guild? But... Just take a look. You can't aim too high..."

With a smile, Ye Feng did not defend himself. With his existing spiritual strength, he had already exceeded the category of inscriptions at that time.

However, the inscriptions division of Yuan Wu seems to be one lower level than Shenwu.

Huang Xuan has also heard that only when he reaches the fourth grade can he be called an inscription master.

For example, master Dong, who was a powerful country in the Western Tang Dynasty, is estimated to have three grades at most. As for his cheap brother, Mr. Zhao Da, he should be able to reach the level of four grades.

"Sure enough... Extraordinary!"

When the three came to the huge building, Ye Feng saw the extraordinary of the building.

This is a behemoth composed of three towers. Only the construction materials contain turbulent yuan force, which seems to be deliberately sealed by mysterious forces.

Tower of inscriptions!

The four big characters above reflect brilliance in the sun.

Three feet high, in front of the gate, there is a shining Rune inlaid on the left and right, shining like a flame.

"Are those two runes... Decorative or real inscriptions?"

Ye Feng asked with a little curiosity.

"Nonsense. Naturally, it's a real inscription. It's said that it was made by the ancient master himself. The inscription grade... Has reached level 5, but it's only used for mounting the facade."

"Atmosphere... It's a force of atmosphere."

Venus appeared in Wang Yuwei's eyes. Looking at the two runes, he couldn't even move his eyes.

"Five level inscriptions... Are so freely displayed in the eyes of the world that they are not afraid of being robbed?"

Ye Feng showed some surprise in his heart.

The inscriptions of level 5 can only be engraved by the master of six grade inscriptions. I'm afraid I'll sell them at an unimaginable price in Jinhua upper city.

Hearing this, Wang Yuwei immediately showed a disdainful look, reached out and secretly pointed to the gate of the inscription guild: "want to die."

"There are ten people on duty in the king's territory day and night, and it is said that there are real saints to guard. If anyone wants to commit suicide, it is a very effective way."

Ye Feng glanced over. Different from the noisy streets around him, the flow of people in front of the inscription tower was rare. Occasionally, one or two figures flashed by with respectful expressions. They never meant to stay easily.

It seems that the martial artists in Jinhua City are respectful to the Engravers' Union from the bottom of their hearts.

Even if there is no expert guard here, no martial artist will dare to make a fool of himself.

I... do have some smiles