Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Half an hour later, Ye Feng appeared in front of the Mingwen hall.

"Master ye... Brother."

The gatekeeper looked enthusiastic. When he saw Ye Feng, he quickly saluted, and his title changed from junior brother ye to senior brother Ye.

Ye Feng, who smiled slightly, nodded and said hello.

Since he defeated the step frightened salamander in the hegemony competition, he became famous in the first World War. Wherever he went, he would become the focus of attention by the disciples of the sect.

As the inscription teachers' Congress is about to be held, there are more people wearing inscriptions' robes near the inscription hall. As for the inscription hall, it is overcrowded. Three grade inscriptions have to queue up to enter.

It was Ye Feng who saw the man walking forward. Although most inscriptions showed different colors, few took the initiative to say hello.

The inscriptions master has always been in a high position. He is always high in front of martial artists. Obviously, they all respect their identity and don't want to be regarded by others as a follower.

Ye Feng, who didn't wear an engraver's robe, still wore simple black clothes. He mingled behind a large group of bright engravers and looked a little shabby.

At present, these engravers are basically here to exchange inscription materials. They want to take the last time to fight and shine at the conference.

Looking at a long line ahead, Ye Feng was worried. At this moment, a voice like the sound of nature sounded in his ear.

"Younger martial brother ye, are you here too?"

This voice immediately attracted the eyes around him. Ye Feng brightened his eyes, turned and smiled, arched his hands, and said, "senior sister Luo Mi!"

"Why are you still waiting in line here? Come on, come in with me."

Nodding at Ye Feng, Luo MI, who looked cold, walked straight to the gate. Where he passed, the people in front automatically made way for a road.

With Luo Mi leading the way, Ye Feng is naturally not polite.

Ignoring the jealous eyes from the crowd, Ye Feng follows Luo Mi behind.

He suddenly sniffed slightly and smelled a faint smell of animal skin on Luo MI. This is the unique smell of musk elk, a top-grade demon beast on the ground. It can refine the three-level "exorcism" inscription.

Obviously, Luo MI is also making the final sprint for the inscription normal university meeting.

The hall was basically full, and even Nie appeared in person and commanded dozens of martial artists of the inscription hall to put out batch after batch of inscription materials for exchange.

It's a hot scene.

But even so, the moment Luo MI and Ye Feng entered the door, they still attracted a lot of people's attention.

Ye Feng just didn't see it and looked around.

The lowest inscriptions in the hall are in the third grade, of which there are many inscriptions masters in the fourth grade. Especially in the southeast corner, there are two figures of a man and a woman. From the look on the face of the nearby engraver, it seems that they are quite afraid of them.

"Younger martial brother ye, I heard that you have recovered from your injury. You have gone to the top of the Sutra hall to understand the magic method? Why... Come out so soon?"

Luo Mi asked, looking at Ye Feng with suspicious eyes.

"Ha ha, it's not. The inscription normal university meeting will be held soon. Younger martial brother, you're overkill and want to have a try."

Ye Feng laughed and replied, but when he thought of his current situation, he couldn't help feeling a little empty in his heart.

Luo Mi nodded slightly, but a look of regret flashed in her eyes.

Ye Feng can engrave Level 3 inscriptions successfully, and the level of inscriptions is very good. It's just that to this extent, it's unrealistic to compete with the top inscriptions masters of the two schools.

With Ye Feng's inscriptions talent, as long as he devoted himself to the inscriptions, he could not go further and make some achievements in the next inscriptions normal university meeting.

But then, the martial arts must give up, and zongmen will not let go of this good seedling based on Ye Feng's performance in the hegemony competition.

Manpower is sometimes poor.

No matter the inscriptions or martial arts, it takes an enormous amount of time and energy to become a person.

Like Ye Feng, people who can achieve excellence in both spirit and Yuan strength do not exist, at least in the current Jinhua Shangcheng.

"Elder martial sister Luo, are those two... Disciples of the sect?"

Without noticing the fleeting color on Luo Mi's face, Ye Feng curiously pointed to a man and a woman in the corner.

These two people... Have never met.

Luo Mi shook her head and said, "no... they came with Childe yuan. The level of inscriptions is quite high. They are now taking care of the Yuanmeng Alliance for childe yuan."

In the middle of the conversation, Luo Mi seemed to think of something and said in a low voice, "the floor sweeping door set up by your factotum disciples has a strong momentum recently. It is said that Luo has robbed a lot of business of the snare, and the snare has a long relationship with Yuanmeng. You should pay more attention to childe yuan."

Ye Feng nodded subconsciously.

The inscriptions business of sweeping the floor door has been fooled by children and old people. It has indeed robbed the interests of many internal forces, especially the snare of qingzhenyi. It has suffered heavy losses. Even qingzhenyi dare not show up recently.

I've heard before that the net is an introduction put forward by Yuanmeng. Listen to the meaning of Luo Mi's words and rumors... It's true.

But so what?

Sweeping the floor is a legitimate business. If Yuanmeng has the ability, it might as well compete openly. If Yuan Meng only relies on the name of Childe yuan to do that kind of unscrupulous business activity of short weight and shoddy goods, can it be blamed on the door of sweeping the floor?

Ye Feng's eyes suddenly became threatening.

The woman opposite suddenly looked up and was obviously perceived, with a touch of obvious displeasure on her face.

When his eyes were wrong, Ye Feng didn't care, but the pride in the woman's eyes made him feel uncomfortable. In the other party's eyes, you can even see a hint of contempt.

Of course, it was not just for himself. Ye Feng soon realized that the eyes of a man and a woman looking at others, even at several inscription masters, also had this arrogance.

"There is childe yuan as a support. They look down on other inscriptions of the yuan clan."

It seems that Ye Feng feels unhappy. Luo Mi explains.

It is needless to say what the status of Childe yuan is. To some extent, the status of Diyuan sect in the next hundreds of years is in childe yuan's hands. The high level of the sect treated him with courtesy. Even those followers who followed childe yuan should be treated as guests of honor.

From the sect gate, other inscriptionists have to stand. Only two people are qualified to sit down, you can see a clue.

"If one person gets the way, chickens and dogs will rise to heaven."

Ye Feng whispered and didn't pay much attention. At the moment, he just wanted to get the phantom stone and restore his spiritual control