Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Almost waiting for a cup of tea, Nie had a little breathing space. He glanced at Ye Feng, quickly waved with a smile and motioned Ye Feng to come forward.

Ye Feng saluted old Nie and asked, "old Nie, is there a phantom stone in the inscription hall?"

As soon as he said this, there was a sound of surprise and doubt around him, and even Luo Mi showed his surprised face.

"What? Is there something wrong?"

Ye Feng asked in a daze.

"Ye boy, if you want to use the phantom stone, you have high requirements for mental power. You need to reach level 15 at least, otherwise you will suffer from it. For you, what you need now should be inscription experience. Direct massive inscription exercise can improve faster."

Old Nie glanced at Ye Feng and slowly opened his mouth to explain. He didn't know that Ye Feng had broken through the 15th level of spiritual strength.

"This... Disciple is in some trouble, so he wants to borrow the phantom stone to have a try."

Ye Feng hesitated for a moment. In public, of course, he wouldn't let Ye Feng tell the truth. Besides, he wasn't sure whether the phantom stone was really useful to him. If he couldn't even attend the inscriptions meeting at that time, wouldn't he lose face and hair?

"Hum, just a third grade inscriptionist. He also wants to use the phantom stone to hone his spiritual strength. It's beyond his capacity."

"It must be very enjoyable for him to be in the limelight in the hegemony competition... This boy really thought he was omnipotent. At the beginning, he was lucky to win qingzhenyi. If he took part in the inscription teacher assessment, he might not be able to pass the fourth grade..."

"How can Qing Zhenyi represent the level of a real inscription master?"

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One after another taunts came from the crowd in the museum. Although the competition with qingzhenyi was noisy outside, it was just a farce in the eyes of these inscriptionists whose eyes were higher than the top.

It's no wonder that qingzhenyi really can't represent the inscription master, and whether the phantom stone or getting the attention of Nie Lao, these inscription masters present are jealous.

Why can this boy be received by old Nie when he comes here? There are some of them, but they have been waiting in the hall for several hours.

Mockery fell in his ears and did not arouse anger in Ye Feng's heart.

At present, he has no time to argue with these good people. Ye Feng just looked forward to Nie Lao with bright eyes.

"Ye Feng, why on earth do you need to borrow the phantom stone?"

Nie Lao asked with a serious face.

Not long after that competition, even if ye Feng was gifted, he could never reach the level 15 mental level in the half step King's realm.

Nie Lao said this for Ye Feng's consideration.

"Younger martial brother ye, you have the intention to contribute to the sect. Old Nie also knows this, but... It's really too dangerous to practice with the phantom stone now."

Luo Mi also began to persuade.

"Thank you for your concern, elder martial sister Nie and elder martial sister Luo. I know it well. Please help me."

Ye Feng arched his hand and didn't say much. It was only the resolute attitude on his face that had clearly expressed his position.

Seeing Ye Feng's expression, Nie nodded and looked kind. He knew that Ye Feng was not the kind of person who didn't know good or bad. After turning into his cabin, he came out with a piece of sapphire the size of a washbasin after a moment.

Sapphire is similar to a cyan stone, with vertical and horizontal lines above it, and the outer layer is as transparent as water. It can be seen that a dark shadow is moving rapidly, but it gives people a vague and strange feeling.

"The phantom stone is very rare. This thing... There is only one sect door. You should use it carefully and return it before the inscription normal university meeting."

"Remember, in the process of cultivation, if you feel bad, immediately cut off all spirit, so as not to be harmed by it."

Nie Lao instructed with great care.

This is something that ordinary inscription masters can't borrow.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Ye Feng was about to take it, there was a plain white palm in the oblique thorn, which was horizontal in front of Ye Feng and took the lead in building on the phantom stone.

"My childe also needs it very much. We'll take it. Here are ten secondary inscriptions. Take them. It's cheap for you."

It was the Yuanmeng woman who was sitting earlier who spoke.

She handed out a storage bag and took the phantom stone away without Ye Feng's consent.

A trace of sarcasm flashed on Ye Feng's face.

This Yuanmeng woman is so arrogant that she wants to rob the phantom stone in her own hands?

"I'm sorry. I don't want your inscriptions. The phantom stone... Won't give it to you."

As soon as Ye Feng pushed his palm, he brushed away the storage bag handed over by the woman, and then put it on the phantom stone.

When Ye Feng refused, Yuanmeng's face suddenly became gloomy. She looked at old Nie and shouted, "elder Nie, the leader of the Diyuan sect has an order. During the inscription teachers' Congress, everything needed by my childe is given priority. That... Does it count?"

Nie Lao's face was unhappy. He had more meaning of forcing the palace, but he still nodded and said, "yes, indeed."

"What else do you have to say?"

Hearing the speech, Yuanmeng woman turned her head and stared at Ye Feng with a sneer. The implication was to let Ye Feng know better.

"There must be a first come first served. If you ask for the phantom stone before me, I have nothing to say. Now, let go of your claws."

Ye Feng's tone was also cold.

"Hum, with you... You deserve to compete with my childe for things. You don't know how to live or die!"

Yuanmeng woman snorted coldly, and suddenly a mental force overflowed in front of her forehead and rushed at Ye Feng. This blow didn't leave her hand at all.

The surging mental power came to Ye Feng in an instant. They were only two steps away. The blow was as fast as lightning.

There were startling voices from the surrounding crowd, and the people next to them instinctively backed away.

"It's unreasonable!"

Ye Feng's anger surged up in his heart.

There are strict rules in the inscription hall. Old NIE is in charge. If he was a disciple of Diyuan sect, he would never dare to be rude here, even if he had a hundred guts. But this bitch, relying on the prestige of Childe yuan, competed for things and dared to attack herself in public.

He has never been willing to be rude to women, but such a person can't do without a lesson.

Whew!

Seeing the green spirit of the other party, he rushed into his face. At this moment, in front of Ye Feng's forehead, there was a purple flame shining in the air, turned into a fire dragon, and swallowed the spirit of the head-on collision in one bite.

A moment ago, the green spirit of running thunder disappeared without a trace. People around were still wondering what was going on. They saw that the woman Yuanmeng had no God in her eyes and her face was full of fear.

"It doesn't matter if you offend me, Ye Feng... But if you do it in our school of inscriptions, it won't give face to Nie Lao and our Yuan school of inscriptions."

"If you are not a disciple of our sect, I will punish you... Slap yourself in the face as a punishment."

Ye Feng's voice is cold, but in this discourse, it vaguely has an irresistible meaning.

When the voice fell, two clear voices of "pa pa" were heard. The Yuanmeng woman really raised her hand, arched left and right, and slapped herself.

Under the staring eyes, Ye Feng slowly took over the phantom stone in Nie Lao's hand, arched his hand, and then strode towards the gate of the Ming literature hall.

Until he turned and left the current hall, the flame condensed by Zisha XuanHuo turned a circle and suddenly caught up with him.

With a bang, the green spirit urged by Yuanmeng women reappeared, but the breath was undoubtedly much weaker. And she also sat down on the ground, her cheeks red and swollen, and looked like a lost soul.