Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Ha ha, the inscription has not been completely completed. Dare to be so careless, boy, you will lose this time..."

Qingzhenyi had already mentioned a heart in her throat, and suddenly fell back to her stomach, laughing proudly in her mouth.

It's really a heavy mountain and a heavy river. There's no way to doubt. There's another village full of willows and flowers.

It seems that I will win today's gamble.

As a master of inscriptions, no one knows better than him how terrible the rebound of the rules of the avenue is. If he dares to forcibly suppress it with spiritual force, his own Shenhai may suffer heavy losses.

No matter how powerful the martial arts are, they can't compete with the avenue rules. In other words, once they provoke the counterattack of the avenue rules, they can only choose to give up.

Click

Sure enough, it was only two or three breaths before and after that, there was a second burst sound. The regular light emerged more brightly, like a thunder light, trying to pierce the bark of an ancient tree and kill it.

Boom!

Ye Feng's face turned green. He didn't have time to think more. His spiritual power in the sea poured out and turned into two strands in mid air.

One is wrapped around the Boulevard regularly, and the other is tightly attached to the bark of ancient trees to prevent them from being damaged.

At the moment of protecting the ancient tree bark, the spiritual force had collided with the rules of the Avenue across the ancient tree bark.

With a loud bang, the border seal shook, and the violent spirit radiated outward, scraping off a layer of stone skin on the martial arts platform.

This

Everyone was stunned.

"Alas, it's a pity to fail."

Looking at most of the dusty martial arts platform, elder Feng sighed with regret.

The explosion just now was caused by the collision of spiritual power and Avenue rules. Even the enchantments inspired by elder Feng were broken. Under such destructive power, the inscription is almost impossible to retain.

"Your uncle's!"

At the sweeping door, Yuan Ning was really pale and speechless.

But Wang Yuwei scolded angrily. He had no place to complain. With a hard punch, he broke an ancient tree nearby.

Several external disciples fell from Shuya and glared at Wang Yuwei angrily, but they also knew the mood of the door sweepers at this time and didn't choose to quarrel with him.

Ninety nine worshippers came, almost shivering.

This inscription competition, after all... Ye Feng lost.

I lost sweeping the door.

Lost... Completely defeated.

"Hahaha, let's see!"

"Sometimes it's no use just talking. You have to rely on real talent and learning..."

The dull atmosphere was broken by the proud laughter of qingzhenyi. He waved his sleeve and just wanted to sweep away the diffuse dust. A embarrassed figure rushed out first.

Ye Feng's hair was scattered, his clothes and robes were blown to pieces, and he was still holding a pile of messy inscription materials in his hand.

Even blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Well, younger martial brother ye, are you all right? Elder martial brother, I have a good healing pill here. How about giving it to you for free?"

Qing Zhenyi was in a good mood. He hypocritically stretched out his hand to show a pill, and couldn't hold back his smile.

His two inscriptions were successful, but the boy in front obviously had extraordinary spiritual strength, and even some strange treasures such as purple Sha XuanHuo, but he lost completely.

After today's competition, I... Must be famous in Tiandi Yuanzong.

At that time, the business of netting is rolling in, and you must make a lot of money

"Ye Feng, are you hurt?"

"Do you want to go down and rest first?"

Elder Feng had no choice but to step forward, comforting Ye Feng and looking at qingzhenyi with some dissatisfaction.

"It's no big deal. Take elder martial brother Qing's elixir and you'll be fine."

There was a smile on his face. Ye Feng impolitely stretched out his hand to take the pill in qingzhenyi's hand, swallowed it in his mouth, and immediately turned to look at elder Xiang Feng and slowly spread out his right hand.

"Please also ask elder Feng to identify the inscription results."

When the palm was opened, some waste material residues fell onto the platform and remained in the palm of Ye Feng. At the end of the palm was an intact inscription of Taiqing Jinhua liquid, emitting a brilliant light.

Up and down the martial arts stage, suddenly fell into a dead silence.

This

What's going on?

Everyone couldn't help staring at the round eyes, and their incredible eyes focused on the spiritual light several feet high.

"No, no, no!"

"He can't engrave successfully. How can he save the inscription under the counterattack of the avenue rules?"

Suddenly, a trace of anger flew up in the stunned green Zhenyi's eyes. After an angry drink, he reached out and grabbed the inscription in Ye Feng's hand.

Ye Feng's palm closed with a slight smile, and his figure quickly withdrew a few steps to make way for the snatch of qingzhenyi.

"Right and wrong. Elder Youfeng is in charge of justice... Qingzhenyi, you can't do it yourself. It doesn't mean that Ye Feng can't do it. Get out of the way."

After saying a word, Ye Feng handed the inscription to the wind elder who shook the green clothes with a palm.

"Boy, elder Ben really underestimated you."

Even elder Feng was slightly absent-minded. As a bystander, he didn't know how Ye Feng saved the inscription.

Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, elder Feng carefully threw the three inscriptions into a small detection array one by one.

Three spiritual lights rushed up

"The results have been shown. The two inscriptions of Taiqing Jinhua liquid on qingzhenyi are level 3 inferior and level 2 superior respectively."

"Ye Feng's inscription... Is of grade three superior quality. Unfortunately... There is a crack in the inscription. If it can be finished perfectly, this inscription... May be carried in the flesh."

Elder Feng sighed with great regret.

If it is a Taiqing Jinhua liquid inscription that can carry the body, it will certainly sell hundreds of millions of spirit stones.

Now, it's 40 or 50 million at most, a half discount.

Smelling the speech, Ye Feng scratched his head in some embarrassment.

He has done his best to protect it.

In the last crash just now, if ye Feng hadn't been fighting for his injury to protect the ancient tree skin of enlightenment, the inscription would have been destroyed. But Rao is so, there is still a crack.

Of course... Ye Feng is quite satisfied with the current results.

"Now, the elder announces the result of this inscription competition. Ye Feng... Wins!"

With elder Feng's loud announcement, there was an endless stream of screams around. Especially on the side of the factotum disciples, there were waves of cheers and thunderous applause.

The gray faced green Zhenyi's fist was white. In fact, he knew he had lost when he saw the inscription in Ye Feng's hand.

Sure enough... There was no accident.

The value of a third-class inscription and a second-class inscription cannot be compared with the third-class inscription.

Between the inferior and the superior, there is a gully. Many four grade inscription masters need countless failures to cross this gully.

What made him more difficult to accept was that if there was no final mistake, the inscription of Ye Feng... Could be carried in the flesh.

Qingzhenyi is very clear that similar mistakes are irrelevant and can be avoided after only a few exercises. In other words, Ye Feng... Has been able to engrave three-level spiritual inscriptions that can be carried in the flesh... Taiqing Jinhua liquid.

As a member of the engraver, he certainly knows what this means