Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"In addition, all the spirit stones exchanged also need to be used to buy soul accumulating materials in order to prepare more goods."

More than 100 million spirit stones, that is, 100 pieces of material, plus 90 pieces left last time. Ye Feng conservatively estimated that he could successfully engrave more than 30 soul inscriptions that can carry the body.

A $25 million.

Thirty.

That's seven or eight billion

"When it's done, we'll share all these spiritual stones when we sweep the door. Everyone has a share. There's a lot of them."

The faint voice echoed in the hall, and the excited light appeared on the faces of the audience.

Before Ye Feng came, if he didn't sweep the door and be bullied into a dog, he would burn Gao Xiang. How could such a good thing as the spirit dividing stone fall on his head?

"Younger martial brother ye, don't worry. We all listen to you. I won't leak half the news if I kill me."

"Yes, from now on, you will be our boss and floor sweeper, ha ha..."

Wang Yuwei and Ren Guofei waved their fists excitedly, while Tang Ge looked at Ye Feng with adoration. Their eyes were blurred on a slightly red pretty face.

"That's it. I'll go to the inscription now. You collect materials quickly and make a lot of money before the inscription normal university meeting."

"Now split up and take action!"

Waved his hand and looked at the enthusiastic people. Ye Feng also returned to the room on the second floor with a trace of longing. After a little repair, he fell into the world of inscriptions again

……

As night fell, the whole diyuanzong fell into silence, and the candles gradually went out.

Inside a luxurious attic at the inner door, the lights are still very bright, but the smell in the whole attic is a little gloomy.

In the middle of such a large hall, a young man with good temperament sat in the master's chair, with a cold and evil spirit on his cold face.

This man is wearing a black inscription master's robe and chest position... There is an inscription master badge, and the four golden lines above it look very dazzling.

Beside him, there were more than a dozen inner disciples of Di yuan sect standing awkwardly, most of whom were three grade inscriptions masters.

"Who is it? After eating the bear heart and leopard courage, I dare to sell the soul inscriptions under our eyes, and the price is only 21 million?!"

The young man looked up suddenly with a bad look. A cold light burst out of his eyes and swept towards the people in front of him.

"Senior brother Qing, those things are not sold directly to the inner disciples. It seems that they have been transferred from the outer court to the inner disciples several times. The source is too complex, so it is difficult to find out..."

A disciple nearby replied dejected.

Hearing this, the young man's face became colder. He reached out and picked up an inscription in front of him.

If ye Feng is here, he can recognize at a glance that the inscription of "Yun soul" with flashing light comes from his own hand.

"The quality is superior. After carrying the body, it can increase the spiritual strength of two layers. The level of the engraver who engraved this inscription exceeds that of the three grade engraver who is more than 99%."

"I have asked Yuanmeng about this matter. It was not done by the people of Yuanmeng, and they are very angry. After all, if it is allowed to circulate, the income of our two organizations... Will be greatly reduced."

Click!

With a grip in the air, more than 20 million soul inscriptions were smashed, but there was no flesh pain in the eyes of the young man.

He got up slowly, with a trace of hostility in his frost like face.

"Check!"

"Give me a hard check. Even if you dig three feet in the inner yard, you'll find the man. It's not so easy to grab food from my Qingzhen clothes!"

"Elder martial brother Qing, since this inscription comes from the outer courtyard, will the inscription master... Be a member of the outer courtyard?"

Next to him, an engraver trembled and asked carefully.

"Disciples of the outer courtyard?"

Qing Zhenyi frowned fiercely, then a trace of sarcasm flashed on her face, and said impolitely in a broken voice: "are you crazy? The outer court... How can there be such a level of inscription master?"

Under his ridicule, the sanspin inscriptionist suddenly blushed and dared not speak more after stepping back.

Yes, it's not easy to be a real inscriptionist for those garbage in the outer court. How can there be an inscriptions master?

What I said was really a little abrupt.

"Get out of here. From tonight on, give me a round eye. Keep an eye on any corner. Be sure to find that guy!"

One by one, hurried figures rushed out

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"Damn it, it's finished at last!"

A few days later, a voice of relief came from outside the factotum building. Zhong Ziqi and dozens of external disciples trampled on their brooms one after another.

"After a month's bird breath, elder martial brother Zhong and elder martial brother neimenbu, when will they leave the pass? We must not let the boy go easily."

"I'm also the outer gate of Di yuan sect. I've swept the floor every day in the past month and lost my face."

A group of disciples scolded and spit hard at the tall attic not far away.

After being taught a lesson by Ye Feng last time, Zhong Ziqi became a lot gloomy. Although he also hated to gnash his teeth, he couldn't see too many expressions on his face. He just hit the roadside trunk with a hard punch.

After sweeping the land for a month, today is the last day. It's finally over.

In the past month, they replaced the factotum disciples to clean up in the outer courtyard. They were ridiculed by other disciples almost every day. Zhong Ziqi couldn't help but want to give up several times. He was afraid that Ye Feng would hit the door. Finally, reason prevailed and endured.

"Hmm? Someone's coming."

"Strange... It's still two inner door inscriptions?"

Zhong Ziqi, who was about to leave, changed his face slightly, motioned to the people behind, and quickly retreated on both sides of the road.

The two figures came face-to-face and were arrogant. They didn't even look at the external disciples sweeping the floor, but their eyes fell on the worker's upstairs dozens of feet away.

"It's really unlucky that you and I, two three grade inscriptions, are sent to patrol such a low-level place?"

Said one of them, full of complaints.

"I can't help it. Elder martial brother Qing Zhenyi is furious. He won't stop if he can't find the inscription master this time. However, younger martial brother, I don't understand. I've turned the inner door upside down these days and haven't found any useful clues. Elder martial brother Qing expanded the exploration scope to the whole outer yard. Why don't you even let go of the factotum building?"

"Are there any inscriptions experts among the factotum disciples? Ha ha, what a joke!"

Another person sneered with dissatisfaction.

"Don't tell me, someone really saw the figure of factotum disciple in Mingwen hall. That's why senior brother Qing asked us to explore here."

"Hey, to be honest, you've also seen the soul inscriptions engraved by the other party. Even if you are at the level of senior brother Qing's four grade inscriptions master, it may not be more perfect than that person's engraving. If it circulates, it will be a great blow to our net, and everyone's money pocket... Will shrink greatly."

"That's right, look at this posture. If anyone takes the lead in finding the circulation source of the soul inscriptions, we will certainly have a lot of rewards, no matter where we snare or Yuanmeng..."

The voice gradually weakened. Two figures crossed the square and disappeared in front.

The speaker was careless and the listener was intentional. Zhong Ziqi and others, who bowed to one side, listened to all the words of the two snare engravers.