World Wide Martial Art

"During this period of time, nothing big happened in the sect, right?" Ye Feng asked as he led everyone into the hall. Situ Reading М "Speaking of big things, the one that deserves the first place is naturally our Sweeping Sect. Junior Brother Ye, I'm not bragging. Now our Sweeping Sect has the strength to sweep away the trainee disciples without any problem. Even most of the outer disciples can fight." "Those guys who are usually arrogant now have to bow and nod when they see us." Wang Yuwei reported first. "Not bad... Moreover, three more inscription masters have joined in these days. Now our inscription business is almost catching up with some of the inner sect forces." Yuan Ningzhen's little tiger teeth flashed with a bright light, and he was also dancing with joy. "Okay, you are really hard-working. So... starting from this month, your monthly salary will be increased by 10%." Ye Feng waved his hand and bowed sincerely to several people. He said this sincerely and from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for the efforts of Yuan Ningzhen and others, it would be impossible for the Sweeping Sect to develop vigorously by himself.

"Hehe..."

"Why are we still polite to each other? Brother Ye, you are too polite."

Guan Buyu scratched his head a little embarrassedly and smiled.

Even Hei Wentian, who was like a mute oil bottle, grinned out a rare smile. The extra compensation they got from Ye Feng was quite generous.

And they didn't have to go through life and death and live a life of blood on the edge of a knife.

"Let's get back to the topic. Is there any news about Bu Jingwei recently?"

Ye Feng asked seriously as he sat down in the middle with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yuwei beside him slapped the table angrily, saying angrily: "It makes me angry. Zhong Ziqi, that bastard and troublemaker, has recovered from his injuries and has been spreading the word in the inner and outer sects of our sect that you, Junior Brother Ye, will never dare to fight Bu Jingwei. During the competition, you must be a coward!" "Now the whole sect is in an uproar. Many elders from the inner and outer sects are discussing this matter." "Oh?" Ye Feng looked a little cold and said, "He is afraid that I dare not fight, so he wants to use these tricks to anger me. Haha... He underestimated me, Ye Feng!" "Although this move is despicable, the effect is immediate. If you avoid fighting, or if you lose too badly in the competition, our reputation that we have worked so hard to establish will be reduced to its original form..." "Junior Brother Ye, are you... sure to fight that guy?" Yuan Ningzhen frowned and puffed up his cheeks angrily. Ye Feng did not answer Yuan Ningzhen's question himself, but suddenly turned his head and looked at Guan Buyu and asked: "Brother Guan, you are an expert in physical cultivation. If... you want to carry a level 5 inscription, what conditions are required?"

"Young Master, you don't want to force the "weird" inscription, do you?"

Before Guan Buyu could speak, Bai Wuchang was shocked and asked first.

Ye Feng nodded.

To be honest, with his current cultivation level of less than half a step to the king realm, even if he cultivated "riot" to a small success, he was not sure that he could defeat Bu Jingwei.

After all, he is a top master of the inner sect.

Especially in the valley in the back mountain, after fighting side by side with Xiao Chennan and others, Ye Feng saw the power of the inner sect masters even more.

Xiao Chennan's Wanshang Bow, the powerful martial arts practiced by Zheyan, and Gu Mingdao's Mingyue Slash...all of them are rare skills.

Bu Jingniu can compete with Gu Mingdao, so his strength can be imagined. Moreover, this guy is full of fighting spirit and is said to be a madman who likes to fight desperately.

Ye Feng had to make full preparations.

The effect of the strange inscription can perfectly bring out the advantages of "Kunpeng Jiutian Body Skill". Even if he can't beat his opponent in the competition, he can protect himself.

Seeing the determination in Ye Feng's eyes, Bai Wuchang's eyes twitched slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Young Master Ye, don't blame me for talking too much. With your current virtual realm cultivation, if you force yourself to carry a level 5 inscription, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it... explode and die."

"That's right. Brother, I know you want to win, but there's no need to risk your life. Carrying a level 5 inscription is not a joke."

Guan Buyu dissuaded him with a serious look.

"Junior brother, if something happens to you, we will be finished. You are our backbone now." Yuan Ningzhen pinched the corner of Ye Feng's clothes with her small hands and looked pitifully at the disciples practicing outside the hall. Ye Feng was deeply moved. He had no choice but to wave his hand and sighed, "Well, listen to you." "Anyway, there is still some time, I won't take this risk for the time being." Seeing Ye Feng give up, several people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Ordinary king realm masters can only carry level 2 inscriptions, and those with extraordinary talents can carry level 3 inscriptions. Only some king realm masters who specialize in physical training, or those with physical strength like the barbarian monster clan, have the possibility of carrying level 4 inscriptions. As for level 5 inscriptions, they dare not even think about it. They did this for Ye Feng's sake. After talking for a while, Ye Feng returned to his room, washed and changed his clothes simply, and then sat cross-legged on the bed. Puff! There was a flash of light at his fingertips, and an extremely strong pressure poured out. The fifth-level inscription "Weird" appeared in Ye Feng's palm.

Looking at the bright light of the inscription, Ye Feng's heart was touched. Since he was tied to the sweeper, he had a lot more worries about his actions, but for Ye Feng, this kind of worry is not necessarily a bad thing.

"This is...the taste of responsibility. Sometimes, living is not just for yourself, because there are too many expectant eyes behind you."

"Hey, when did you learn to be sad for the spring and autumn? This is not your style..."

Yuan Ling's mocking voice came out, and after a blink of an eye, a lazy figure appeared in the air, looking at Ye Feng with a half-smile.

"Boy, isn't it just carrying a fifth-level inscription? It's a bigger thing than a sesame seed. Why do you have to express such emotion?"

Seeing Ye Feng's indifferent look, Yuan Ling changed his words.

"What?"

"Could it be that... you have a way? Yuan Ling, I've been looking at you more and more recently..."

Hearing Yuan Ling's words, Ye Feng suddenly looked happy.

This old guy can always bring surprises to himself, and judging from his tone, it doesn't seem to be difficult to carry a level 5 inscription.

"That's natural... who is this Yuanling?"

Yuan Ling smiled proudly, acted like a master, and started gesticulating.

"First isolate the atmosphere in the room. If you want your body to carry the inscription, you must concentrate and be calm, and you must not be disturbed in the process."

"good!"

Ye Feng stood up quickly, mobilized his energy, and arranged a small magic circle to completely isolate the breath in the room. At this moment, even if he demolished the room, Guan Buyu and others would probably not be able to sense it...