Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Sorry, Ye Feng is not my disciple. I can't be the master." master Dong looked at the angry Prince Mo and said.

"He's not your disciple? Who are you kidding? Who doesn't know that you went to the prefecture to choose talented disciples for that matter..."

"Hey... Ye Feng is really a rare genius, but I'm not blessed to be his master." master Dong sighed slowly.

"You... A thousand spirit yuan stones, let the boy stop quickly." Prince Mo couldn't bear to see the blood splashing in the border, and offered a price.

"I really can't be the master of Ye Feng." master Dong waved his hand.

"Damn..."

Who told him that old man Dong was an honest man? Shit, I'm more a profiteer than myself.

At the moment, Prince Mo was so anxious that he burned all over the country. "A thousand spiritual yuan stones. And, Prince, I have a set of boundary formation here. I'll give you all together. Old man Mo, if the boy doesn't stop, he will really break a Xiao. I think you also understand my third brother's temper. He may not do anything to you, but Ye Feng will never live."

Prince Mo's third brother is Prince Han, Mo Yixiao's father. At the moment, he is leading the front line to fight against the northern Han Empire. He is cruel and cruel. The whole power has heard of him.

"Well... I'll try."

Master Dong nodded slightly and hooked his fingers at the same time. After the helpless prince Mo snorted coldly, he reluctantly felt a leather bag from the storage ring and threw it to master Dong.

It is as like as two peas of Lingshi's thousand spiritual stones, and a small ball, which is worth one million. It is exactly the same set of border lines. These two things change hands in a flash. Even if the king of Mo is not rich, he will inevitably have a pain in the flesh for a while.

Master Dong also learned a lesson.

If Prince Mo is not allowed to hand over a thousand spiritual yuan stones and the border formation, he may end up with a sentence "too stupid and naive", and then ignore it.

"Ye Feng, almost, don't make a human life!" master Dong opened his lips and sent a voice to Ye Feng in the border.

Hearing the voice, Ye Feng finally jumped up with a foot, stopped the violence and stood with his hands tied in the border.

Mo Yixiao on the ground was black and blue on his face. He was beaten fat just now, which made the boy cringe. He didn't even dare to look at Ye Feng. Where was the arrogant arrogance and arrogance just now.

"Get up!"

Although Mo Yixiao was spared, Ye Feng didn't intend to let him go. He pulled Mo Yixiao, who was bruised and curled up in a ball.

"What do you want to do?"

"My father is Prince Han, my master is Prince Mo, and my uncle is your majesty. You... If you dare to kill me, the powerful country will destroy your nine families." the boy has long lost his previous coldness and timidity, and he doesn't even dare to look at Ye Feng.

"What about the royal children? If you don't shut up, I'll blow your front teeth."

Ye Feng stared, raised his hand and made a fake action. He was so frightened that Mo Yixiao held his head with both hands and almost squatted back to the ground.

"Remember for me. Be polite next time you see Master Dong. Be careful when you talk later. You can't talk to anyone." Ye Feng pointed at him and said angrily.

"I... I know..."

"Now, apologize to the master!"

"Master, I'm wrong. Sobbing..." I don't know whether it's pain or self-conscious shame. Mo Yixiao lay down on the border and sobbed.

"Cry your head, louder!" Ye Feng raised his legs and kicked his ass.

"Oh... I was wrong... Master, I apologize to you..." Mo Yixiao covered his ass and wanted to cry without tears

There was a roar of laughter around.

Such an ugly appearance made Prince Mo lose face. After he waved his sleeve hard, he ignored Mo Yixiao and directly shook his hand towards the Mingwen tower.

It is conceivable that Prince Mo has lost two one-time strong fences, lost a thousand spiritual yuan stones, and even lost his face.

After a while, this unbreakable small border was lifted like a curtain and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Feng was able to reverse the victory. Master Dong was naturally in a good mood.

"Ye Feng, I didn't expect you to have such strength. This is a reward for you. Take it." master Dong handed the leather bag given by Prince Mo to Ye Feng.

"This is..." Ye Feng took a look. The things inside looked similar to the spirit stone, but it was clear that it was not a spirit stone. One of the small balls was something he had never seen in his life, and he couldn't help showing suspicious eyes.

"Spiritual Yuan Stone is also a kind of spirit stone. It can enhance spiritual power and its value is equivalent to a unique spirit stone. Here are 1000. This round ball can stimulate the boundary like that just now. It can be used well and protect your life. It is the price that just now don't be sad." master Dong said with a smile.

"Master, I accept the enchantment array, but it's useless for me to keep this spiritual stone..." Ye Feng hurried.

"What's useless? For our inscriptionist, mental strength is the key. Put it all away when you're useful sooner or later. Just now you've given me a long face. I'm very happy." master Dong smiled and patted Ye Feng on the shoulder.

He likes maple leaf more and more.

"Then... Obedience is better than respect. Thank you, master." Ye Feng also smiled brightly. Looking at master Dong's kind appearance and his attitude towards himself, he even had an impulse to directly worship the master.

However, I held back

One by one, they walked towards the towering Mingwen tower.

The inscriptions of the powerful country are more magnificent than the branches of counties and countries. Ye Feng stepped into the solemn and solemn giant tower. He followed master Dong and did not squint along the way. He walked for half an hour before he came to a huge palace.

The hall is magnificent and broad. Various inscriptions and Dharma arrays are engraved on the columns in the hall. Although they don't look very thick, they are hundreds of feet high. Standing at the bottom and looking up, they can't see the end at a glance. I don't know whether they are directly connected to the sky.

The whole hall is round, with more than ten huge platforms, each with a chair.

At the moment, there are five people sitting on these more than ten huge platforms. Each of them is wearing yellow robes and has an unfathomable breath. There is no doubt that the color of the robes represents their identity. These are the treasures of the power of the Western Tang Dynasty. Shaking their feet should be famous masters.

Prince Mo, who had just left with his sleeves, sat impressively high on one of the giant chairs.

Seeing master Dong entering with Ye Feng, he looked at a yellow robed master in the middle and right and said: "Vice President Bi, you sent a message to the prince, saying that the president has an important task to explain, and asked the prince to bring a Xiao to the inscription hall to report. However, just now, a Xiao was seriously injured by an unscrupulous man outside the inscription tower, so he can't continue to perform the task in a short time. Vice president Bi, please choose another wise..."