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Along the way, Ye Feng felt that many disciples from the outer courtyard were pointing at him from behind. Situ Reading 520 official website

There were constant whispers. Although the voices were weak and inaudible, they still fell into Ye Feng's ears.

"That boy was the one who defeated Zhong Ziqi."

"Looking at his appearance, his cultivation level is average, and he doesn't seem to have much fighting power. A handyman disciple actually dares to attack the outer sect and trainee disciples. This... isn't he looking for death?"

"Zhong Ziqi is still sweeping the floor with a group of disciples. The news has spread throughout most of the outer courtyard. This time, he has lost all face."

"Hmph, I don't think so. Although this kid has an evil background, Zhong Ziqi will not let it go. Don't forget the power behind the protection. In my opinion, sooner or later, this person will be unlucky, and those handymen will also be affected. His involvement."

"Whatever, it has nothing to do with us anyway, hehe..."

Ye Feng looked calm and didn't pay much attention to the messages that ran into his ears.

Soon, he rushed back to the handyman building.

In the square at the entrance, a depressed-looking Zhong Ziqi had a white cloth wrapped around his face, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

There was a group of trainee disciples sweeping the floor around, making the square dusty and gray. There were also many broken brooms on the ground. Apparently... they were spreading all their resentment on these foreign objects. .

Seeing Ye Feng slowly approaching, the group of people immediately restrained themselves. Only Zhong Ziqi, whose eyes were blazing with fire, glared angrily. The broom in his hand immediately twisted and deformed.

Especially the onlookers who came not far away after hearing the news made bursts of gloating after seeing this scene, which made him even more angry and wanted to cut Ye Feng into pieces.

"Senior brothers... thank you for your hard work. After one month is over, if there are still people who want to continue the challenge and bet, we will sweep the floor... and welcome them."

Ignoring those hateful glances, Ye Feng said a word and walked straight into the lobby of the handyman building.

Click!

Looking at Ye Feng's disappearing back, Zhong Ziqi could no longer suppress his suppressed anger, and the broom in his hand suddenly broke into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

"You, surnamed Ye, have humiliated me like this. In the Diyuan Sect, there is no one but you. Just wait...!"

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"Junior Brother Ye...is back."

"I heard that Junior Brother Ye went to the Sutra Dojo to practice?"

"Well... the aura on his body... seems to have improved a lot."

In the main hall, many handyman disciples gathered around. When they saw Ye Feng entering, they hurriedly moved out of the way.

They were talking a lot, especially when they felt the aura on Ye Feng's body, they all looked shocked. Many female warriors had burning gleams in their eyes, a little shyness on their faces, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.

"Brothers and sisters, if you don't go to practice, what are you doing here?"

Walking out of the crowd in confusion, Ye Feng just noticed something unusual in the hall.

Yuan Ningzhen and Wang Yuwei were also in the hall. In addition, there was a tall and imposing man sitting in the center, looking around anxiously.

No words!

Before Ye Feng could ask, Guan Buyu stood up suddenly, and his eyes lit up when he looked at Ye Feng.

"Brother Ye, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you here for three days. If you don't show up, I'm afraid I will break into your inner courtyard to ask for someone."

Only then did Ye Feng remember that he had promised Guan Buyu to refine a second-level inscription for him that could bear the physical body. This guy... was probably here to deliver the materials.

"Hey, don't blame me, brother. A sect Taoist talisman can only be cultivated for three days, so don't dare waste it."

Ye Feng had some good impressions of this rough man from the bottom of his heart. Although he didn't have the airs of a strong man, he was straight-forward and very much to his liking.

"That's true."

"In the virtual realm stage, there are very few people with such great skill as Brother Ye..."

Guan Buyu naturally understood how rare the sect's Taoist talismans were, but the rough man didn't say much. He just laid out ten pieces of inscription materials at once, and then rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"Here are ten inscription materials, as well as related explanatory scrolls. It's hard for me, brother. I don't have much money. I can only provide so much for a while."

Although Guan Buyu knew that Ye Feng's inscription talent was extremely powerful, even so, it still felt a bit difficult to use ten pieces of materials to inscribe a top-quality inscription that could bear the physical body.

You must know that if an inscription master wants to inscribe any new inscription, he needs a lot of practice. Those master-level inscription masters often have to go through a lot of practice before they can master ordinary inscriptions at their fingertips.

As for the Inscription Saint Master who has reached the sixth level, there are hundreds or even thousands of explanatory scrolls memorized in his mind. It is a mobile treasure house.

Generally speaking, third-level inscription masters need to practice a lot before they have a chance to successfully inscribe high-level inscriptions.

"Ahem, ten pieces of materials should be enough."

Ye Feng nodded, but did not choose to be polite.

He doesn't have full confidence in his inscription skills yet.

"It doesn't matter if it fails. The worst I can do is to look for the materials again. If I succeed in advance, the rest will be given to Brother Ye."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Guan Buyu showed a hint of excitement in his expression.

"By the way, there's nothing unusual these days, right? Those guys... have they come looking for trouble?"

After having an explanation with Guan Buyu, Ye Feng just turned his attention to Yuan Ningzhen and the others.

"Since Junior Brother Ye gave Zhong Ziqi a beating a few days ago, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys seems to have some effect."

"Originally, our sweeper would be harassed and extorted from time to time, but the situation has been fine these days. It's just... I don't know how long it can last?"

"In addition, I received rumors that some of the outer dean elders seemed a little dissatisfied with the matter of asking trainee and outer disciples to sweep the floor. They felt that they had lost the outer sect's face..."

Yuan Ningzhen said with a frown.

"Are you willing to admit defeat? Besides, we are not members of the outer court? Even if the elders intervene, we cannot give in, otherwise we will only become a bully in the future."

Ye Feng didn't care about this.

There are distinct hierarchies within the Diyuan Sect, and the matter of betting is undoubtedly a forbidden area for some people. But now that we have done this and broke up with Zhong Ziqi and the others, we must stick to it.

He has never been the kind of person to accept things as they come.

"Too."

"As long as there are no inner disciples to get involved, it's fine. What I'm most afraid of is the Yuan League. Zhong Ziqi and Gongzi Yuan are from the same clan. He has a deep background in the Yuan League. His closest backer is a guy named Bu Jingshao. ”

Wang Yuwei scratched his head, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this name, even Yuan Ningzhen showed a slightly restless expression...