World Wide Martial Art

Time passed quickly, and when night fell, the other handyman disciples had already fallen asleep, but Ye Feng was completely unaware. Situ Reading 520 official website

Like a machine, he mobilized his energy over and over again to carve lines. In the end, he completely forgot about time.

Bang!

At midnight, a flame suddenly shot up, blasting the intact animal hide into craters and knocking back Ye Feng's mental strength.

A stinging pain penetrated into the divine sea, and Ye Feng fell to the ground with sweat all over his body.

Like Lian Yushu, a tidal wave of fatigue spread throughout her body, and her mental strength also produced a strong numbness. Ye Feng raised his head and fell, and fell asleep before his head even touched the ground.

"This kid..."

Looking at Ye Feng lying down, Yuan Ling muttered, raised his hand and threw the former onto the bed.

"In one night, five inscriptions were successfully engraved, four of the second grade, and one of the first grade. It is also very good. Those evil geniuses are just like this."

His eyes swept over the runes one by one, and with Yuan Ling's knowledge, he couldn't help but nod.

The spiritual light emitted by the first four inscriptions gradually increased, and the quality also increased. It can be vaguely seen that they should all be of medium level or above. One of them has neat lines and round aura, and may reach the top level.

However, when it came to the fifth inscription, it was obvious that he was mentally exhausted. After the inscription was completed, his energy was exhausted and he fell into a coma, resulting in the grade of this inscription only reaching the first level.

"Five consecutive successes, the success rate is 100%, which is terrifying. It is estimated that... this kid will soon be able to hit the fourth-level inscription master..."

After muttering a staggering sound, Yuan Ling turned into a wisp of gray-white smoke and penetrated into Ye Feng's mind.

…

The next day, it was already bright, and he slept until almost three o'clock in the morning. Ye Feng just rubbed his sore head and sat up.

"The results achieved in one night are barely acceptable."

After glancing at the five inscriptions on the table, Ye Feng put them into the storage ring. Just when he was about to adjust his breath and regain some energy, suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door.

"Junior brother Ye, hurry up, get up quickly, something big has happened!"

Wang Yuwei's wolf-like voice came in, and it sounded quite angry.

Ye Feng's face changed slightly, and he quickly stood up and opened the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Grandma, someone is causing trouble. It's that bastard Zhong Ziqi who blocks our way and prevents us from entering the round tower to practice. Ning Zhen is also entangled by them."

"Where's Elder Tu?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly and asked.

"It is precisely because Elder Tu is not here that they took advantage of us. Go and take a look. Several brothers were beaten badly by them."

Wang Yuwei urged with an anxious look on his face.

"Let's go and have a look!"

With a wave of his hand, Ye Feng strode out of the room and walked towards the outside.

…

In front of the huge attic, the darkness was full of human heads. Two groups of people were facing each other nervously. Among them, there were a few people on the side of the sweeping door who had bruises on their noses and faces, and bleeding from the corners of their mouths.

The other group of people were mostly wearing white robes, with a few outer disciples in blue clothes mixed in. The leader, Zhong Ziqi, stood with his arms folded, his face full of pride.

"Sister Ning Zhen, this is already our biggest concession. You also know that the Inscription Master Conference will be held in half a year. All the disciples from the outer courtyard must fully support the cultivation of the inner sect of our sect. Otherwise, our Diyuan Sect will always be defeated by the Tianyuan Sect. Overwhelm one end..."

Zhong Ziqi looked serious as he spoke, staring at Yuan Ningzhen, his eyes full of desire.

"Hmph, you toad, your words are better than your singing. You have to support yourself. Why do you want to collect spiritual stones from our handyman disciples?"

Yuan Ningzhen looked slightly angry and cold, and didn't even look at him.

"It's clear that he is deliberately looking for trouble."

"Go away, we handyman disciples are not someone you can bully casually."

The people who were beaten in the back argued loudly with red necks.

After being directly slapped in the face, Zhong Ziqi twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "Huh, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the sect. Since you are ignorant, I will be the first to vilify you."

"The cultivation round tower belongs to the entire outer courtyard. You have occupied the largest round tower for a month with the help of the sect's Taoist talismans. It can be seen that the inner courtyard has been blamed for this part of the loss. In such a situation, do you think that the outer sect and the trainee disciples will Let it go?"

"The saved spiritual stones must be handed over to us, and we will have no objections."

"If you want to blame, it's because you are just a handyman sweeping the floor. Now I will give you two ways to go. First, hand in the spirit stone, and second, take the initiative to give up the practice round tower. Otherwise, we will come here every day Once in the military building, I guarantee that you will be restless..."

Holding out two fingers, Zhong Ziqi shouted loudly.

"Senior Brother Zhong, why bother talking nonsense to them? Can't you just beat them until they are convinced?"

While Zhong Ziqi was speaking, a disciple in white came out beside him.

This man had a fat face with a flattering look on his face, and as he spoke, his eyes kept darting over Yuan Ning's pretty body curves.

"Yes, senior brother, I have no patience anymore. I have long seen that you are stalling for time. Could it be that you are waiting for the newcomer Ye Feng who is rated at level 4?"

"I don't know where this kid stole the sect's Taoist Talisman..."

Zhong Ziqi's lips were sarcastic and he said disdainfully: "It would be okay if he doesn't come today. If he comes, I'll slap him into pieces."

"Hmph, Junior Brother Ye is my sweeper. If you want to bully him, ask us first!"

Yuan Ningzhen sneered and stared at Zhong Ziqi with a pair of cold eyes.

The dozens of handyman disciples behind him were also leaning against each other, forming a human wall.

"You are a bunch of stinking scoundrels who want to rebel. It seems that they have not taught you a lesson for too long, which has caused you to forget your identity. So today... I will give you another reminder."

Being despised again, Zhong Ziqi's anger, which he had accumulated for a long time, finally rose. He stepped back slightly, and a wave of cold energy swept up from his body, turning into a storm of energy several feet high.

"Hmph, then come and try it!"

Yuan Ningzhen frowned and raised the energy in her body.

Dozens of handyman disciples at the back roared in unison, all of them with livid faces, and they also aroused all their energy.

The Yuanli is connected into one, and the momentum is quite spectacular.

"A sweeper will be a sweeper after all. It would be embarrassing to show such little ability."

Looking at the angry people, Zhong Ziqi laughed, and then his face suddenly turned cold. His Yuanli aura, which had already reached the limit, increased again, and he suddenly reached the first level of the King Realm.

The handyman disciples only have a fourth-level rating, and their strength is basically around the seventh or eighth level of the virtual realm. Compared with the outer sect, their cultivation level is much lower.

The sudden king-level aura suddenly knocked many people back a few steps, and the wall of Yuanli that formed a single body was also torn apart.