Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

It was not until it was dark that Ye Feng used the sixth material that he finally succeeded.

When the spirit was completely separated from the animal skin, Ye Feng's heart couldn't help but feel a little more joy.

This difficult three-level inscription "yuluo" was finally engraved.

After a while, his mind relaxed.

"Well, it's quite good. I've grasped the key point of this inscription a few times, but the quality of your current successful one is estimated to be less than medium and can only be regarded as grade 3 inferior."

Yuan Ling made a comment nearby.

Ye Feng nodded unheard of. At the moment, although he was a little tired, he was greatly surprised.

The success of "yuluo" means that his inscriptions have reached the level of four grade inscriptions masters. Of course, if you want to be recognized, you must go to the inscriptions guild to pass the four grade examination.

"With feather falling as a cushion, it should be much easier for you to engrave those simple level 3 inscriptions in the future... In my opinion, you might as well practice again, and then recover your mental strength in a few days, go to the guild to participate in the assessment and get the inscription master license..."

Yuan Ling chattered beside Ye Feng, but when he looked back, he found that Ye Feng had fallen to the ground and slept.

"I wipe, smelly boy, Ben Yuanling is talking to you, but... Can he sleep?!"

Smiling and shaking his head slightly, the old man turned into a light smoke and disappeared into the air.

……

"Shit, it's been more than ten days. Why hasn't there been any movement when sweeping the door? I think I'm out of my sight. It's not the boy's hands and feet secretly?"

In a courtyard outside the courtyard, Zhong Ziqi, who looked anxious, walked back and forth in the yard. He was about to lose his patience to wait.

"Elder martial brother Zhong..."

Just as he was sitting still, a young martial artist in the clothes of an external disciple flashed into the yard, gasped wildly and cried in surprise: "elder martial brother Zhong, we finally caught him. Just two hours ago, Yuanning really sneaked out of the external yard. After the secret tracking of the brothers, sure enough... She was selling inscriptions, all of which were spirits!"

Zhong Ziqi jumped up, and his face was full of yin and joy.

This day finally made him wait.

"How many inscriptions are there?"

"According to our observation, the number is no less than 100, and... At least 20 or 30 of them can carry the body, because the people who buy the inscriptions, including the disciples of Tiandi sect and Siping sect, are basically experts with the body bearing position."

The young disciple looked back for a moment and nodded.

Zhong Ziqi's face changed slightly, and his face showed surprise: "a hundred? How can it be? There should be only the New Ye Feng who has the identity of an engraver in the sweeping door. Wang Yuwei, a trainee, doesn't have that ability. How can he engrave so many in such a short period of time? Moreover, there are so many that can be carried in the flesh?"

"I don't know about that younger martial brother, but elder martial brother Zhong, younger martial brother can swear to God that we are absolutely right..."

Afraid of Zhong Ziqi's suspicion, the young disciple quickly swore.

They had similar doubts before, but the fact is the fact, which can't be explained.

"If you go and check again, you can't make an own dragon. If they did it, at best, let the garbage get rid of it for a while. Hum... The more they sell, the more difficult it will be to calculate this account. We'll inform the net and get a better reward."

Under the pressure of doubt, Zhong Ziqi smiled and nodded.

"Why?"

The disciple asked.

"The more soul inscriptions sold by the sweeping door, the greater the loss of the net. The more angry qingzhenyi is, and Ye Feng... Ha ha, the more miserable he will die."

"Even if some inscriptions masters stand behind him and offend the two organizations of Yuanmeng and Luowang, the end will not be good."

"You tell us to go down and let our people... Keep an eye on it."

Quietly licked his lips. Thinking of what was about to happen, Zhong Ziqi almost laughed.

The young disciple who came to report nodded with deep approval before he left the courtyard.

……

The broad hall of the factotum pavilion was crowded, and it became more and more jubilant as the floor sweeping disciples returned.

Ye Feng, who had slept for a long time, had almost recovered. He looked at the returning disciples on the stairs with a happy look on his face and was greatly relieved.

In order to avoid attracting attention, yuan Ningzhen took all the inscriptions out of the courtyard, and then the floor sweeping disciples sold them separately. So far, most people have returned, and the number of "Yun soul" inscriptions sold from them is almost 70 or 80.

Of course, those in their hands can not be carried in the flesh. Each external price is 10 million spirit stones. Such a sum alone has reached as much as seven or eight billion.

In addition, there are more than 20 high-quality soul inscriptions on yuanningzhen, each of which can be sold for 25 million.

Together, the total sales revenue this time can exceed one billion.

A billion top-grade spirit stones.

How can we not attract the joy of these factotum disciples?

Now everyone is sitting in the hall, waiting for yuan Ningzhen and others to return after they are sold out. Looking at Ye Feng walking down the stairs, everyone shows their worship and admiration.

"Thank you three eldest brothers for this time. Here are three 'solidified' inscriptions, which should be carried in the flesh as the reward for the first month."

Ye Feng went to Guan Buyu and handed out three inscriptions.

"Ha ha... This is really... Not very interesting, brother Ye. You're welcome to take care of me."

While saying sorry, he took the inscription impolitely, and said with great joy.

Inscriptions cannot be used permanently. After a certain number of times or time, the energy contained in them will gradually run out, so they need to be replaced frequently.

Ye Feng's move is clearly to take care of Guan Buyu.

The black-and-white males showed a little consternation on their faces. The promise made by Ye Feng at the beginning was that there was a second-class inscription every month in the middle of the king's territory. In the later stage of the king's territory, there could be a second-class inscription, but it was not the kind that could be carried in the flesh.

Three more copies are required.

"My brothers, thank you, master Ye."

After being kicked by Guan Buyu, Bai impermanence quickly stretched out his hand, bowed respectfully to Ye Feng and took over two inscriptions.

"No, Lao hei and Lao Bai. It seems that you two have not sent three inscriptions to brother Ye."

Excited, Guan Buyu suddenly frowned and thought of one thing.

It seems that only he has sent three "solidified" inscriptions to Ye Feng.

Recently, I was busy sweeping the door to deal with the inscription of "Yun soul", but I didn't buy solidified materials. That is to say, none of the three materials was wasted. They were all engraved into secondary inscriptions... And... Fuck, according to Ye Feng's words, the current three can be carried in the flesh.

This

"Brother ye, your success rate..."

He wanders around the inscription guild all year round. Although he doesn't speak, he thinks he has seen many gifted people, but there is no one like Ye Feng.

"It's just a fluke this time..."

Ye Feng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Then he took the topic and said to the black and white males.

"As for the materials you two owe, just make up for them. In addition, bring the corresponding materials and scrolls if you need any inscriptions."

"I try my best to meet..."