Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Oh, talent is rubbish. You have a good temper, old Dong. You can't teach this too?" Prince Mo glanced at Ye Feng and his eyes were full of contempt.

"Don't be sad, Prince. Pay attention to your words. You're not qualified to be arrogant in front of me."

The clay figurine also has three points of fire. Master Dong has a good temper, but it's not sad. He humiliated Ye Feng repeatedly and finally made him sink his face.

"Old man Dong, what's your attitude? If you hadn't interfered in those years, my prince would have been the vice president of the inscription Association. Do you still want my prince to pay attention to you?" Prince Mo sneered.

"With your character and mind, you can't be a vice president all your life." master Dong was angry and said angrily.

"What? You want to die, don't you?" it's like being scarred. Mo Bei jumps up when he hears this. His breath runs and the surrounding air moves for it.

"Want to do it? I'm not afraid of you!" master Dong raised his beard and sent out a circle of transparent ripples.

When you feel this spiritual ripple, don't feel sad and cruel. You can't help but be stunned.

The fluctuation of this spiritual breath was beyond his expectation. Has... Old man Dong's spiritual power exceeded level 9?

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple. Each color has three product levels. If it exceeds level 9, its spiritual power will be transformed into green. It has reached the level of a master

On reading this, Prince Mo's face was stiff.

You should know that his spiritual power is only level 8. Although as an array master with array bonus, Prince Mo consciously competes with master Dong in the battle, but if master Dong's spiritual power really breaks through level 9 and reaches level 10, he will not win too much if he has array bonus.

On reading this, Prince Mo locked his eyes on Ye Feng and raised a mean smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Lao Dong, as masters of yellow robes, how can we be as bold as little children?"

Indeed, the two masters of inscriptions fought in front of the inscriptions tower, which caused no less sensational effect than the war between the two masters of the virtual world. At present, the invasion of the northern Han Empire is imminent, but there are two masters fighting in the capital. If this matter is spread, it will be severely reprimanded by the Lord and the president of the general assembly.

Master Dong couldn't help taking back his spirit.

He was about to leave with Ye Feng when he heard Prince Mo say, "however, I really don't like you. If I don't fight, I'll be in a panic. How about letting you and my disciples compete with each other today?"

Prince Mo has long seen that Ye Feng is a half step congenital late warrior. With such cultivation, the disciples behind him can kill Ye Feng, and it is as simple as pinching a snail with three fingers.

Because his disciples, that is, the arrogant young man standing behind him, cut off the fluctuation of cultivation because of wearing the inscription robe, master Dong could not perceive his real cultivation.

Although it seems that it is also the day after tomorrow, it is not known what level it has actually reached.

Master Dong did not answer, but looked at him, turned back and said, "Ye Feng, ignore him, let's go!"

Ye Feng nodded.

They are not fools.

Don't see each other's accomplishments. Don't be sad. There is no doubt that the accomplishments of the arrogant youth should be above Ye Feng, that is, it must be a congenital martial arts teacher.

Congenial martial arts master competes with a half step congenial martial arts master? The donkey kicked the brain before he agreed.

"Stop!"

Seeing that master Dong was not fooled, Prince Mo's eyes became more fierce.

Mo Bei knows that some time ago, master Dong went to various counties and countries to look for martial artists with excellent spiritual strength. Now this person around him should be the disciple he painstakingly sought. It's rare to have such an opportunity to erase his hope and sweep away Lao Dong's face. How can he be willing to let go easily?

"Lao Dong, the prince knows what you're afraid of. Don't worry. Although my disciple's accomplishments have reached the congenital level, I promise that he will suppress his accomplishments at the same level as this boy during the competition. You won't be too old to even try like this. Look, so many people look at it. Are you going to lose your old face today ？”

A strong country worships martial arts. Everyone respects the strong and despises the weak.

Since Mo Bei promised to suppress the cultivation of his disciples in half a step, it would be unreasonable to disagree again.

"Ye Feng, what do you think?"

However, Ye Feng is not his disciple after all. After pondering, master Dong handed over the choice to Ye Feng himself.

"Master, I don't like them either. Let me teach you a lesson about this ignorant thing." Ye Feng said.

"Well, you can compete with him. Remember, don't lose face and don't take risks." master Dong nodded reluctantly. He loved Ye Feng's fearless strength.

Even though the innate martial arts master suppresses his cultivation in half, it is still the innate martial arts master.

No matter the martial arts accomplishments, the martial arts skills learned, or even all kinds of experience and understanding, it is not comparable to the half step innate martial arts. That's why master Dong said "lose without losing face".

It's one thing to dare not accept competition, and it's another thing to win.

"Don't worry. Bao win."

Ye Feng said with a smile.

The young man in front of him is about the same age as himself. Even if he is born, he can have two or three weights at most. Ye Feng doesn't believe that a 16-year-old boy can achieve more than four weights.

Even if the dragon and Phoenix are among the people with ten and eleven martial veins, they can't be sixteen or seventeen years old, congenital quadruple.

Therefore, Ye Feng has strong confidence in himself.

"Arrogance!"

"Ha ha... One and a half steps against the innate martial arts master, unexpectedly said... Bao Ying, mother, I've seen arrogant, I've never seen so arrogant..."

"I know Master Mo Yixiao, a disciple of Prince Han. He reached the congenital triple at the age of 16. In addition, I heard that he has extremely strong spiritual power and is one of the capital's geniuses."

"Congenital triple, copper skin and iron bone can revitalize armor. This... Even if the cultivation is suppressed in half step congenital, this body defense is not ordinary. If half step congenital martial arts can break it."

"Your courage is commendable. Master Mo is aggressive, and master Dong can't lose face. Even if you can't fight, you have to fight."

"That's right. This is the warrior of our powerful country..."

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The appearance of the two masters in yellow robes has long attracted the attention of countless inscription apprentices waiting for examination. They Hula around. At the moment, there are different opinions.

"The boy is so arrogant. You can do it later. Your uncle will bear everything. Be sure to break old man Dong's hope..." Prince Mo looked at Mo Yixiao and said coldly.

"I'm afraid he'll run away." Mo Yixiao was also full of confidence in himself.

"Hum, Prince Mo naturally has a way to keep him from slipping away." Prince Mo snorted.

Mo Yixiao nodded and took the lead in walking to an open place in the square in front of the tower. He was full of pride, hooked his fingers to Ye Feng and motioned to let Ye Feng pass.

"Hum..."

Just as Ye Feng approached a certain range, Prince Mo threw a ball in his hand, made a "buzz" sound, and scattered a light curtain in the air, enveloping Ye Feng and Mo Yixiao