Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Time passed quickly. When night fell, other factotum disciples had already fallen asleep, but Ye Feng was unaware.

Like a machine, he moved yuan force and engraved lines again and again. Later, he completely forgot the time.

Boom!

At midnight, a flame suddenly burst up, which blew the intact animal skin into pits and pits, and also shocked Ye Feng's mental strength back.

With a sting, Ye Feng fell to the ground with sweat like rain.

Like Lian Yushu's daughter, the tide of fatigue spread all over her body, and her mental strength also produced a strong sense of numbness. Ye Feng looked up and fell down. Before her head touched the ground, she had gone to sleep.

"This boy..."

Looking at Ye Feng lying down, Yuan Ling muttered, raised his hand and threw the former onto the bed.

"It's also very good to successfully engrave five inscriptions, four two products and one product in one night. I'm afraid those evil geniuses are just like this."

Glancing at the runes one by one, he nodded with Yuan Ling's insight.

In the first four inscriptions, the spiritual awn gradually increased and the quality also increased. It can be seen vaguely that they should all be above the medium level. One of them has neat lines and mellow aura, which may reach the best level.

However, by the time of the fifth coin, it was obviously out of mental strength. After being portrayed, his energy was exhausted and fell into a coma, resulting in the grade of this inscription reaching only level 1.

"Five consecutive successes, with a success rate of 100%, can be called terror. It is estimated that... This boy will soon be able to impact the four grade inscription master..."

After chattering, Yuan Linghua turned into a wisp of gray smoke and drilled into Ye Feng's mind.

……

The next day, it was already daybreak, and almost slept until the morning. Ye Feng just rubbed some swollen brain melon seeds and sat up.

"The results of one night are barely acceptable."

Glancing at the five inscriptions on the table, Ye Feng put them into the storage ring. When he was going to adjust his breath and restore some spirit, suddenly, there was a rush to hit the door.

"Younger martial brother ye, come on, get up, something big has happened!"

Wang Yuwei's howling voice came in, which sounded mixed with a lot of anger.

Ye Feng's face changed slightly and hurriedly got up and opened the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Grandma, someone is making trouble. It's the bastard Zhong Ziqi who blocked our way and didn't let us enter the round tower to practice. Ning Zhen is also entangled by them."

"Where's Tu Chang?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly and asked.

"It's just because Tu Changlao is away that they took advantage of him. Go and have a look. They beat several brothers badly."

Wang Yuwei said anxiously.

"Go and have a look!"

With a wave of his hand, Ye Feng strode out of the room and walked towards the outside.

……

In front of the huge attic, there are black heads. Two groups of people and horses are facing each other nervously. There are several people hanging color on the floor sweeping door, with bruised nose and face and bleeding quarrels.

The other group of people were mostly outside disciples in white robes, mixed with several green clothes. Zhong Ziqi, the leader, stood with his arms in his arms and his face was full of pride.

"Sister Ning Zhen, this is our biggest concession. As you know, the inscription normal university meeting will be held in half a year. All the disciples of the outer courtyard have to give full support to the inner door cultivation of our sect, otherwise our Diyuan sect will always be overwhelmed by Tianyuan sect..."

Zhong Ziqi looked serious and sincere, staring at yuan Ningzhen, but his eyes were full of desire.

"Hum, you toad, speak better than sing. You should support yourself. Why should you collect spirit stones from our factotum disciples?"

Yuan Ning's face was slightly angry and cold. She didn't even look at him.

"Clearly, it's deliberately looking for fault."

"Go away, our factotum disciples can't be bullied casually."

Several people who were beaten in the rear argued loudly with red necks.

He was directly offended. Zhong Ziqi smoked from the corners of his mouth and had no good way: "hum, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the clan. Since you don't know interest, I'll say the ugliness ahead."

"The cultivation round tower is owned by the whole outer court. You occupy the largest round tower for one month by the clan talisman. It can be seen that this part of the loss is counted on us in the inner court. In this situation, do you think the outer gate and trainee disciples will let it go?"

"We must hand over the saved spirit stone to us before we have no opinion."

"It's strange that you're just a floor sweeper. Now my senior brother gives you two ways to go. First, hand in the spirit stone and second, take the initiative to give up the cultivation round tower. Otherwise, we'll come to the worker's building once a day and make sure you're restless..."

Stretched out two fingers, Zhong Ziqi shouted.

"Elder martial brother Zhong, why talk nonsense to them? Just hit them and convince them?"

While Zhong Ziqi was talking, a disciple in white came out.

The man had a fat face with flattery, and his eyes couldn't stop sweeping on Yuanning's really clever body curve.

"Also, elder martial brother, I have no patience. I've seen that you're procrastinating. Are you waiting for Ye Feng, the newcomer of grade 4?"

"I don't know where the boy stole the sect Taoist talisman..."

Zhong Ziqi mocked and disdained to say, "it's ok if he doesn't come today. If he comes, I'll slap him into waste."

"Hum, younger martial brother Ye is my sweeper. If you want to bully him, ask us first!"

Yuan Ning really sneered, and a pair of cold eyes stared at Zhong Ziqi.

Dozens of factotum disciples behind him also leaned together one by one to form a human wall.

"A group of smelly floor sweepers still want to turn around. It seems that they haven't taught you a lesson for too long, resulting in you forgetting your identity. Today... Senior brother, let me remind you again."

Being despised again, Zhong Ziqi's anger accumulated for a long time finally climbed up. His steps retreated slightly, and an icy yuan force swept up from him and turned into a yuan force storm several feet high.

"Hum, come and try!"

Yuan Ning really frowned and raised Yuan Li in her body.

Dozens of factotum disciples in the rear roared in unison, and their faces were blue, which also stimulated their strength.

Yuan Li is connected into one, and the momentum is quite spectacular.

"Floor sweepers are floor sweepers after all. With such a little ability, they will be disgraced."

Looking at the angry people, Zhong Ziqi laughed, and his face suddenly turned cold. The yuan force momentum that had risen to the limit was raised again, and he climbed up to the king's territory.

The factotum disciples have only four grades, and their strength basically hovers around seven or eight weights in the virtual environment. Compared with the external disciples, their accomplishments are much worse.

The sudden momentum of the king's territory suddenly set many people back a few steps, forming an integrated Yuanli wall, which was also cut apart.