Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Yes, the price of the core hall is clearly marked. The elders of the outer house have one thousand points and the elders of the inner house have ten thousand points." Yan Siya said with a smile, "I'm the owner of the treasure Pavilion. I exchange 30000 points..."

This made Ye Feng sweat again and asked, "can points be exchanged for spirit stone?"

"One point can be exchanged for 10000 spirit stones in Zhenbao Pavilion."

"Then I have to go and have a look."

One point points ten thousand spirit stones, which makes Ye Feng have some interest in his heart. After all, he lacks spirit stones at any time.

He continued to inquire about some things. Ye Feng didn't stay and left.

"Miss, this elites Ye is just a born child. How can he pass the four nations martial arts competition? Besides, I told him so much? This is not your consistent style?"

Just after Ye Feng left, the grey robed shopkeeper Mo appeared in the room again and asked suspiciously.

"I feel that this person is extraordinary. Maybe if I want to stir the stagnant water of Xitang, I should land on the head of Ye elite..."

Yan Siya's eyes looked ahead and happened to see Ye Feng's back. At the moment, in the beautiful eyes of the owner of the treasure Pavilion, there was a different brilliance

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After coming out of the treasure Pavilion, Ye Feng summoned Han Chong.

There were only a few people he knew in the Wu mansion of the Western Tang Dynasty, such as Tang chuxue and the third prince.

As an elite of the martial arts house, Ye Feng has been practicing hard, which has impacted his innate nature. As a result, he doesn't know much about the situation of the martial arts house. This time, if the owner of Zhenbao Pavilion didn't look at the face of his elite and be willing to let him credit, Ye Feng really needs to put a black eye on his eyes and don't even know where to earn points.

He wanted to find the third prince, but on second thought, the third prince, like himself, belongs to the new man of the martial arts house. Many situations may not be understood by old students like Han Chong.

Anyway, the other party wants to flatter himself. It's better to give him a chance.

Sure enough, before long, Han Chong appeared in front of him.

Today, he didn't wear the red robe of law enforcement disciples, but an ordinary yellow uniform of neifu.

"I've seen Ye Jingjing! Why, ye Jingjing also wants to see the excitement?" Han Chong came forward to say hello.

Just now when he was summoned, he made it clear that he was going to the Selection Office of the number of martial arts places of the four countries of the martial arts house, so Han Chong asked.

"Well, there's nothing left or right. Go and have a look. Don't delay your cultivation?" Ye Feng said with a smile.

"It's my honor to go with Ye Jingjing. Besides, I also want to see the grand occasion. Eh, ye Jingjing, congratulations. I didn't expect to see you in a few days. You have successfully advanced?"

Han Chong's words have a strong meaning of flattery.

"It's time for promotion," replied Ye Feng lightly.

Half an hour later, they appeared near the selection platform.

The four countries will fight for gas.

In fact, there are many Sanpin sects in the four countries. Each faction will finally send five disciples into a unique secret territory to obtain Qi.

This kind of thing can't be seen or touched, but it really exists. Many forces on the mainland firmly believe in it, so they all attach great importance to it.

The meeting of the four nations is held only once every ten years, which can be said to be the most grand event in the Yuan Wu mainland.

In order to compete for the illusory luck, each force took 12 points of strength to participate. In previous sessions, the four major countries have always been able to maintain a leading position.

The power of the Western Tang Dynasty ranked fourth in the last meeting, which was the penultimate of the four countries.

So this time I decided to be ashamed of myself and started the selection of martial arts players early.

The selection platform built in the Wu mansion of the Western Tang Dynasty is high and large, very magnificent.

"There seems to be a lot of people."

Looking at the sea of people around, Ye Feng couldn't help but be surprised.

There are at least thousands of people around here.

"The martial arts meeting of the four countries is related to the luck of a powerful country. As long as it can pass the selection, the reward for a powerful country is very rich, so not only our Martial Arts House, but also the inscriptions Union, the royal family and even the three aristocratic families will send disciples to participate." Han Chong introduced it to Ye Feng.

"Han Chong, do you know where to sign up?" Ye Feng nodded.

"Sign up? Over there!" Han Chong pointed to the front, but suddenly stared and was surprised. "Are you going to sign up for the selection, too?"

"Why, no?" asked Ye Feng.

"Well... Ye elite, to be honest, you have a bright future. You can become a great talent in the Western Tang Dynasty as long as you practice in the martial arts house for a few years. Why rush for a moment?"

"On the selection platform, people from all major forces are treated equally. No one will worry about your identity as an elite in the martial arts house. Once you fight for life and death, you will have no eyes for knives and guns, just in case..."

Han Chong explained with worry.

There is nothing wrong with what he said.

Those who participate in the selection of the four countries will almost gather the heroes of the whole powerful country. The general three-level students in the inner government are not qualified. They must be the best among the three-level students, and there may even be Wufu elites similar to Ye Feng.

Although Ye Feng has the title of elite, his accomplishments are really not worth mentioning.

Congenital heavy, all over the street.

Of course, Han Chong doesn't know the real strength of Ye Feng.

If he knew that Ye Feng could handle Wu YuanHou after taking drugs before half a step congenital, he would not persuade him so.

"How can there be so much in case?" Ye Feng smiled.

Is it your own style to fear your head and tail?

The road of martial arts is not smooth, and the three-level students in the inner house are born with six or seven weights, and the strongest will not exceed eight. If they don't even dare to go on such a selection platform, how can they achieve great things?

Besides, it is very important for you to get these 100 points.

The Lord of treasure Pavilion gave himself face, but he couldn't keep owing it back.

"I know in my heart that I must participate in this selection."

The voice was not loud, but firm and powerful, which completely made Han Chong lose the courage to dissuade.

Who is Ye Feng?

The leader of the mansion specially gave it to the 11th elite of the martial arts mansion. Can you easily convince such people?

Han Chong nodded and said no more.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion around the selection platform.

A middle-aged martial artist stood on the stage and appeared in the sight of everyone.

"Ye Jingjing, that's Fang Tianlei, the deputy head of the house. I didn't expect that the Wu house paid so much attention to this selection. It was actually presided over by the deputy head of the house."

Seeing the middle-aged martial artist on the stage, Han Chong was a little excited.

Fang Tianlei is one of the most powerful figures in the Western Tang Dynasty except the three giants. His strength is unfathomable. It is said that he is about to touch the realm of the king.

At the moment, a virtual shadow of a wild animal appeared above his head, soaking up the world and showing his domineering spirit.

This is the soul of his martial vein, Douluo yuan beast.

Obviously, it has been very condensed, and it is about to form and condense the real normal phase.

Seeing his appearance attracted everyone's attention, Fang Tianlei nodded on the stage, waved his hand and spoke.