World Wide Martial Art

The power contained in the fifth-level inscription is too terrifying. Compared with the second-level inscription, it is simply the difference between a firefly and a bright moon. If this energy explodes like before, it will have to blow through the entire Dantian. Situ Reading

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The steady stream of energy brought bone-gnawing pain, and when looking inside, the meridians and joints were constantly swelling.

"how much longer?"

Just when Ye Feng was about to be unable to bear it any longer, a touch of coolness suddenly spread from his chest. Corresponding to the position of the soil, his skin rippled and faintly emitted a faint jade-colored luster, melting and absorbing the violent energy that came one by one.

"Hurry up and run Sunday."

Yuan Ling flew away to Ye Feng's ear and hurriedly reminded him.

Without time to delay for too long, Ye Feng hurriedly activated his Yuan Power, rushed into the inscription, and endured the severe pain to start the operation of his Yuan Power.

Half an hour later, he fell to the ground sweating profusely, looking pale and depressed, but there was a smile on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

With the help of Ying Yang Shen Tu, his Yuan Power finally circulated in the "Cunning" inscription for a week. Although it was still quite stagnant, it was finally...successful.

Indeed, as Yuan Ling said, if you want to operate this fifth-level inscription, the consumption is extremely huge, almost forty or fifty times that of activating the second-level inscription.

In other words, Ye Feng can easily activate the second-level inscription effect, but it is very difficult to use "trick".

Even if all the energy in Dantian is exhausted, at best, it can only be used barely once or twice.

"Okay, you're done, now it's up to you."

"As long as you keep running for thousands of weeks, you can slowly adapt and exert the effect of this inscription. Of course, your body and Yuanli are very fragile at the moment. Don't activate the fifth level at will until the critical moment. It would be better to have an inscription..."

Ye Feng's nerves that had just relaxed were tightened again by Yuan Ling's words.

He spread his hands helplessly, struggled to sit up, and continued to work his muscles regardless of his physical fatigue.

Yuan Ling turned into a puff of blue smoke, and the illusory figure disappeared again.

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"It's been two full days, Junior Brother Ye...why are you still bored in the room?"

In the lobby of the utility building, Yuan Ning was lying on a chair, playing with her hair with one hand, and looking at Ye Feng's room on the second floor from time to time.

"It should be undergoing repairs. More than a month of continuous hard training is not something most people can bear. It will take a while."

Wang Yuwei was immersed in studying a scroll with inscriptions and chatting casually.

"Hey... I wonder what Junior Brother Ye's current fighting strength is? The competition has not been long ago, and I still feel... something is wrong."

Yuan Ningzhen murmured in a low voice.

After hearing this, Wang Yuwei also put down the scroll in his hand and sighed.

There is less than half a month left before the sect competition. Except for the few outstanding players in the inner sect, everyone else is a little unable to hold back and is ready to make a move.

In the past few days, the entire Diyuan Sect has been extremely lively. Many warriors from the surrounding cities have come to see the grand competition among the inner sects of the fifth grade sect.

Among them, there are many powerful masters.

There are also many powerful people appearing in the bloody chaos. The Inscription Master Conference is about to be officially held. The Diyuan Sect's inner sect competition is a good appetizer.

The Tian Yuan Sect has been fighting openly and secretly for many years. This challenge can be regarded as an indication of the strength of the Di Yuan Sect, and it will naturally attract the attention of the Tian Yuan Sect.

The battle between Ye Feng and Bu Jingyu attracted the attention of many people due to the hype of Zhong Ziqi and others. If Ye Feng were defeated, humiliated in public or even maimed and killed, it would be a heavy blow to Sweeping Gate.

It's not that Wang Yuwei and Yuan Ning really don't trust Ye Feng, it's just that... the gap in strength between the two is too big.

The ninth level of virtual realm, fighting against the fourth level of king realm?

Just...a joke.

"Hey, these guys are practicing very passionately... but no matter how hard they practice, they are still dead handymen and will be trampled under our feet."

Suddenly, an extremely arrogant voice came from outside the gate, the tail note of which was very long, for fear that others would not be able to hear it.

"Damn it, it's Zhong Ziqi, the troublemaker."

"How dare he come to clean my door?"

Wang Yuwei and Yuan Ningzhen looked at each other and rushed out of the door. They saw more than ten people standing in the square, and Da Lala stood outside gesticulating.

The first one is Zhong Ziqi.

Next to Zhong Ziqi, there was another young man standing with his hands behind his back. This man was wearing a golden robe, with a cold and aloof expression, as cold as a stone in a pit.

"Inner disciple?"

Wang Yuwei was furious when he saw Zhong Ziqi, but when he saw the man in gold robe beside him, his eyes showed fear and his steps stopped.

Golden robes are the unique attire of inner sect disciples. Judging from Zhong Ziqi's respectful expression, this person's status in the inner sect should be high.

"Bullshit, what are you doing here to sweep the floor? Is it because the scar has healed and you have forgotten the pain?"

Although he was wary, the sweeping sect was no longer what it used to be. Wang Yuwei was confident and he was not afraid of the inner disciples making trouble here.

Zhong Ziqi was so angry that he wanted to spit out blood.

He glanced at the two of them fiercely and said in a cold voice: "Huh, I don't have the same experience as you. When the competition is over, I want to see if you can still show off your power like you do now."

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you fart something, hurry up. If you fart, hurry up and get out!"

The unceremonious Wang Yuwei said three quick words in succession, looking impatient.

"Damn it... I'm just here to tell you, wait, the sect's rules are that to participate in the competition, you must have at least a King Realm cultivation level. If a Void Realm warrior also wants to participate, someone must guarantee it."

"In order to prevent the man named Ye from making excuses to avoid the war, I specially invited the inner sect brother Yao Yifei to make this guarantee for him."

The disciples of the Sweeping Sect all frowned, this guy... what kind of medicine is he selling in the gourd?

You actually found a guarantor for Boss Ye in advance?

"Of course, Senior Brother Yao also has a condition. In the competition, the boy named Ye must first fight against Senior Brother Yao."

Seeing the stunned expressions on everyone's faces, Zhong Ziqi was extremely proud, and then made a request.

"Your uncle's!"

After frowning and thinking for a while, Wang Yuwei suddenly cursed loudly.

Although the golden-robed man in front of him, Yao Yifei, has never been seen before, many people have heard of his name.

Yao Yifeng, ranked seventh in the inner sect, is said to have reached the peak of the second level of the King Realm, one step away from the third level of the King Realm.

This person has always had a good relationship with Luo Wang. Perhaps he came here to help Bu Jingyu.

In other words, he could test Ye Feng's strength first, and at least force out Ye Feng's trump card, allowing the Jingren Salamander to do so with ease.

This seemingly well-intentioned guarantee was just to ensure that Ye Feng could participate in the competition, and then... so that the latter would end up in a disastrous defeat.

After some thinking, the others in Sweeping Gate also figured out their conspiracy, and they all looked at each other angrily...