Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"The creation of the net was two years ago. It should have been about three years since he became a master of inscriptions."

"Qing Zhenyi is also a character. His inscriptions have made rapid progress. Looking at the inner door of the yuan sect, he can rank top... It is said that he got the guidance of Childe yuan, otherwise... The net can not become a partner of the 'yuan alliance'."

Wang Yuwei poured beans and stroked the past of qingzhenyi.

"The net is indeed an opponent."

"However, qingzhenyi and the net can't help us. What I'm worried about... Is the Yuanmeng standing behind the net..."

Ye Feng shook his head secretly.

Childe yuan is undoubtedly a master of inscriptions who is much better than qingzhenyi. He is forced to choose to fight with qingzhenyi. With the help of Yuanling, there should be no problem defeating the other party.

But in this way, he and the sweeping door will be pushed to the top of the storm, and may soon attract the attention of "Yuanmeng".

Ye Feng knew in his heart that although he had a strong talent for inscriptions, his time to contact inscriptions was too short, and his level might only reach the entry stage.

Compared with the master level master childe yuan of the famous thirteen counties of the Terran family, this ability must be hitting the stone with an egg, which is a great gap.

That's what worries him

The worried look in Ye Feng's eyes led to the misunderstanding between yuan Ningzhen and Wang Yuwei.

Yuan Ning really pouted and showed his bright little tiger teeth. "Younger martial brother ye, if you're not sure, we'll let him stand up. The hero doesn't suffer from the immediate loss. Besides, Qing Zhenyi is a real inscription master. He doesn't feel ashamed to force you to compete in inscription."

"That's right. Anyway, we've sold almost this time. So many spirit stones are enough for one year." Wang Yuwei nodded aside.

Ye Feng smiled: "it's nothing to be a master of four grade inscriptions. Go and see how I beat qingzhenyi in full view of the public."

"Let's sweep the door... Just wait for the rise."

He flung his sleeves and strode towards the position of the martial arts platform.

Yuan Ningzhen and Wang Yuwei looked at each other and each gave a helpless sigh.

Younger martial brother Ye is floating. If you remember correctly, he has only been a third grade inscriptionist for more than a month. What did he say "the fourth grade inscriptions master is nothing"?

Hey

But now that he has made up his mind, he can only take one step at a time.

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The martial arts platform is used by the disciples of the di yuan sect to test their skills. It is usually cold.

Today, however, it is not normal. The surrounding of such a large stone platform is already surrounded by internal and external disciples from all directions. Even a few big trees not far away are crowded with people.

At the front of the stone platform, I even saw many elders of the inner and outer courtyard.

For the first time in so many years, I saw a master of inscriptions challenging the master of inscriptions, especially the latter's identity. He was still a worker.

It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary inscriptionist to let the "snare" head qingzhenyi put down his face and fight with one.

On the one hand, the inscription teacher's University meeting is about to be held. Everyone wants to see this inscription competition. On the other hand, many people want to see what the worker inscription teacher Ye Feng looks like and has such courage.

As soon as the news spread, the inner and outer courts shook in just half an hour, resulting in the disciples and elders who were a little late, and they couldn't even find a viewing position.

WOW!

While waiting, a figure fell from the sky. Elder Feng held a square box and landed on the martial arts platform.

At the same time, the figure of Qing Zhenyi also appeared. He was dressed in the standard clothes of the master of black inscriptions, with long hair tied with a red belt and a jade crown on his head. His posture was rustling and his expression was cold and arrogant. At the moment of the martial arts stage, he immediately attracted the voice of a large number of female disciples.

At a certain place in front of the stand, dozens of inscriptions masters and inner disciples gathered to cheer for Qing Zhenyi, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Ye Feng, factotum disciple, come up!"

The cold awn like a star swept through the crowd, and the sound of green Zhenyi stirred up more and more.

He was quite satisfied with the scene below, and had a hundred times more confidence in himself. He felt the eyes cast by the crowd or admiration or envy, and even made him a little psychedelic.

After today, he still has a snare and will become famous in Diyuan sect. Ye Feng will lose his qualification as an engraver and stay in the factotum building all his life.

Ha ha... Just think about it.

"Brothers, although we are factotum disciples, we have self-esteem, self love, self-respect and self-improvement."

"We will never let anyone step on our heads..."

In a corner under the stage, Ye Feng got up and said two words to the floor sweeping disciples. Then he walked to the martial arts stage with a calm look.

Different from the publicity of qingzhenyi, he walked calmly and turned a deaf ear to the comments or sarcasm from the four sides. At the moment when he stepped on the stage of martial arts, his mood was peaceful, just like a light wind blowing on Gaogang.

Such a calm look made many people below curious. Several elders who mingled in the crowd nodded in appreciation.

Among them... There is elder he, who is highly respected in the inner gate.

Ye Feng, dressed in plain black, fell into their eyes and had a sense of comfort and tranquility to sit and watch yuan Juan Yunshu.

……

"Silence!"

Nodded to them. Elder Feng stretched out his hand and pressed it. A loud voice suppressed the noise around.

"You two must have known the whole competition. Today, I have the honor to preside over it. I went to the Mingwen hall to find Nie Laoqiu. There is no doubt about the fairness."

"Now... The elder announced the title of the inscription."

Bending the bullet, as like as two peas, the scroll was shot from the wind elder and fell on the two cases before the two cases.

"This is a three-level inscription. Please have a look."

The voice fell, Ye Feng and Qing Zhenyi reached out to pick up the instruction scroll at the same time, and looked carefully after unfolding.

In the midst of everyone's anxious waiting, their faces turned a little ugly. In the end, they even shook their heads at the same time.

"Hey, old Nie... I'm afraid there's another problem."

"His old man likes to clean up these little guys who love to be in the limelight. It's also a good thing for Ben Zong to hone their minds on the stage."

The reaction on the two faces attracted a little smile from several elders in the crowd