World Wide Martial Art

"What is the origin of this little...brother?"

Looking at Ye Feng and the others leaving, the warrior who came with them was stunned for a while. In his memory, no one was qualified to enjoy such treatment. Situ Reading 520 official website

"Is he Ye Feng?"

"It looks very ordinary. How can a humble young martial artist from the lower city get the personal attention of Miss Tianlan?"

Not to mention the warrior, the other guards on both sides also looked blank and whispered.

You must know that there are hundreds of Xiacheng disciples participating in the city competition, which lasts for half a year. In other words, there are as many as four to five hundred Xiacheng disciples joining various sects in Jinhua City this time.

Miss Tianlan only asked them to take care of Ye Feng.

Originally, it was reasonable for the disciples from Xiacheng to have some friendship with the envoy. However, it was a bit unusual for this to happen to Miss Tianlan. After all, the latter's identity...

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Gulu!

As the armored leader Fan Dui entered the city, Ye Feng was dazzled by the prosperity and luxury in the city.

This so-called sales treasury in Elder Aocang's mouth was like an exquisite picture scroll, slowly unfolding in front of him.

The huge buildings in front are row upon row, with undulating heights. They have been carefully designed. At a glance, the endless pavilions and pavilions are spectacular.

Even the ground beneath your feet is made of hard bluestone and looks spotless.

Looking up, at the end of the field of vision, there are clouds and mist. There are several huge mountains rising from the ground. Waterfalls and rainbows are flying down, emerging from the clouds and mist. Between the clouds and mist, there are white palaces that appear and disappear, like a secret realm in the sky. .

Jingle Bell!

A string of melodious bells rang in the air, and an unusually handsome blue luan bird pulled the jade chariot frame past the ground. The many warriors who could only walk on the street looked at them with admiration in their eyes.

The jade chariot was hung with golden curtains flying in the wind, and a face as calm as a crown jade could be vaguely seen, as if it was Gongzi Yuan who was teleported out of the bloody chaos.

Seeing Ye Feng looking up attentively and contemplating, Fan Duanzheng thought he was also a member of the Jade Chariot.

"Sir, as long as you become a fourth-grade inscription master, you can enjoy Qingluan Lacheng's special car in this city. Gee, what an honor... We can't even think about it."

"I would like to ask Captain Fan, how can the inscription master... get such a high salary in the upper city?"

Watching Gongzi Yuan leave Juechen, Ye Feng was secretly surprised by Fan Duanzheng's words.

Along the way, he could sense the inscription master's status in Jinhua Upper City, but he didn't expect it to be so exaggerated. Other warriors, even semi-saints and even saints, can only travel on foot in this city and are not allowed to ride on horses.

But a fourth-grade inscription master enjoys the privilege of being driven by Qingluan?

Could it be that a fourth-grade inscription master is more honorable than a saint?

"Just call me Fan Xuan." Captain Fan waved his hand and asked, "Master, do you know the origin of why I came to Jinhua City?"

Ye Feng shook his head.

"Among the thirteen counties of Shenwu, excluding the top ten major cities, Tianqi County has the most inscription masters, followed by Jinhua Shangcheng. As a second-rate city, its level of luxury and wealth may not be comparable to that of even a first-rate city. Comparable.”

"Everything comes from the inscription masters. While the inscription masters win over powerful people from all over the world, they also bring endless wealth and resources. Therefore, the county prince's palace has greatly improved the inscription masters' salary, making their status and status rise."

Ye Feng suddenly realized.

No wonder the old guy from Aocang was filled with emotion when Jinhua went to the city.

"Brother Fan, what are the divisions of other forces in the upper city?" Ye Feng bowed lightly and asked smoothly.

"To put it simply, there are not many forces above the fifth rank in this county. There are only one mansion, one guild, two sects, one pavilion and five families. The other fourth-rank aristocratic sects are numerous, at least dozens, and there is no need to understand them one by one. "

Seeing Ye Feng's look of asking for advice, Fan Xuan straightened his body and introduced with some pride: "The first mansion is naturally the Prince's Palace of Tianning County. In our Tianning County... it has an unparalleled dominance. According to rumors, every A county prince’s palace has the shadow of the three major sects of the human race behind it.”

When talking about the three major sects, Fan Xuan lowered his voice and looked extremely mysterious.

"At this moment, I am referring to the Inscription Masters Guild. Its wealth is even greater than that of Bishui Pavilion."

"Maybe the Inscription Masters Guild is not as good as the County Prince's Mansion in terms of military force, but they have a wide network of contacts. Many high-quality inscription masters and grandmasters can establish relationships with powerful people from all over the world. They are the only existence in this county that can be compared with the County Prince's Mansion."

"It's actually...so terrifying?"

Ye Feng was secretly speechless.

The Bishui Pavilion Chamber of Commerce, which is spread across the thirteen counties of the human race, has extraordinary means, and no one knows how rich their wealth is.

Although Jinhua Shangcheng Bishui Pavilion is only a branch of the main pavilion in Tianning County, Ye Feng is still surprised that the Inscription Masters Guild can surpass them in terms of financial resources.

"Of course. It is the dream of countless people to become an inscription master that everyone respects."

Fan Xuan sighed, and suddenly patted Ye Feng on the shoulder in a comforting manner, saying: "Those guys... are all perverts who are unique in a million. You and I will never be able to achieve this in our lifetime, so there is no need to envy them."

Ye Feng smiled and continued to ask: "The one pavilion that Brother Fan mentioned should refer to the Bishui Pavilion. What about the two sects?"

Since Jinhua Shangcheng is known as the Golden Cave, how could Bishui Pavilion let go of this big piece of meat?

"Yes, it is Bishui Pavilion. As for the two sects, they are the Yuan Sect of Heaven and Earth. The heavenly realm where the clouds are shrouded is where the two sects are located."

Fan Xuan looked at the distant sky, glanced at the vague palace, and said to Ye Feng: "Both sects are fifth-level forces in this county. In terms of overall strength, although the Tianyuan sect has fewer people, it is superior. , and the status is slightly higher than that of Diyuan Sect.”

At this point, Fan Xuan suddenly lowered his voice and said: "But you must remember one thing, young master. No matter whether it is a disciple of the Tianyuan Sect or the Diyuan Sect, you must never offend..."

"how do I say this?"

Ye Feng felt curious and could hear something in Fan Xuan's words.

"This... the warriors who can enter the two sects of heaven and earth, in addition to their own cultivation, often have someone behind them. If you offend just one, it may lead to a large number of people."

"In our Jinhua Shangcheng, cultivation strength is only one aspect. Financial resources and connections are sometimes more important..."

Fan Xuan pointed to Ye Feng's clothes with some embarrassment.

"Oh I got it."

Hearing this, Ye Feng chuckled.

This person seems to be a bit snobbish, but his behavior is not bad. In such an environment, there may not be many people who can maintain their original aspirations.

"Brother Fan, I wonder if you can do me a little favor?"

After a slight hesitation, Ye Feng took out one million spirit stones from his storage bag and handed it to Fan Xuan.

The move was one million high-grade spiritual stones. Fan Xuan was a little stunned. Even ordinary king-level figures would not be so generous. Could it be that he had misjudged it? The young man in front of me who came from the city is actually a... nouveau riche?