World Wide Martial Art

"Senior sister, it's okay. Well, you can... let go. Situ."

Turning to face Luo Mi, who was still hugging his waist, Ye Feng smiled slightly, revealing two rows of white and delicate teeth.

"I just……"

A little embarrassed, Luo Mi quickly let go. He took a deep look at Ye Feng and murmured shyly: "Junior brother, you can always surprise people."

Ye Feng's mind couldn't help but waver slightly.

Luo Mi looked at him with a somewhat different expression. This beautiful senior sister known as Iceberg Beauty had never seen her show such an expression before...

"Come on!"

At this moment, a burst of shouting suddenly came from the cliff opposite. Ye Feng looked back, feeling at a loss of whether to laugh or cry.

Under the impact of his own God-shaking wave, the group of soul beasts suffered a big loss and fled desperately. They are still a mass of scattered sand. Those inscription masters who had no chance of passing through originally seized this opportunity and actually came in. During this gap, they deployed their methods and attacked in a steady stream.

It will take some time for the soul beast group to return to a certain size, and at least a few hundred people can pass through smoothly.

This was something unexpected.

After taking a look at the sky, Ye Feng paid no attention to anything else. There were still a few hours until the exit here opened, so why not just stay here and wait quietly.

After running around for a day, coupled with the loss of a lot of energy and energy just now, he just took the opportunity to return to his peak condition.

The next competition is the real climax of the Inscription Master Conference, and the competition between the masters will enter an unprecedented level.

As if holding the same idea, Gong Ziyuan, Gu Zhangqing and others began to sit cross-legged with their eyes closed, racing against time to recover.

As the sky gradually became brighter, Ye Feng opened his eyes. As expected, nearly four to five hundred people passed through the Soul Beast Canyon. As for the remaining people, they were wandering in place dejectedly.

There are also those who are unwilling to give up and want to give it a try, but unfortunately most of them die unexpectedly.

The sky has become brighter, and the pink miasma in the abyss has become stronger again. At this time, unless there is another inscription master as powerful as Ye Feng to disperse the beasts for them, I am afraid that no one will be able to pass through. The road returns and leaves the fantasy world.

As for the group that passed through, they all looked excited and looked nervously not far above their heads, where there was some faint fluctuation in the void.

The exit is right here, it's just a matter of time.

boom!

Another half an hour passed, and suddenly the whole world roared, and a large talisman appeared in the fluctuating void. Then, a big hand came in from the air and turned hard towards the talisman.

A teleportation portal opened directly.

Rich Yuan Power spurted in along the gate, making all the inscription masters who passed through the Soul Beast Canyon feel refreshed.

Through the door, you can vaguely hear the sound of thunder coming from the outside.

"The time has come."

"Contestants can exit through this portal. Those who fail will be sent out along the original route. Everyone... must not stay in the illusion. Once the opening time of the illusion exceeds, there is only... a dead end."

A vast voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Junior brother, let's go."

"Okay, now comes the real test. I'm really looking forward to it."

Gazing across Gong Ziyuan and others, Ye Feng, who nodded, took the lead, pulling Luo Mi and rushing out of the teleportation portal.

…

There is a flat public area between the two main peaks of Tiandi Yuanzong, which has become the competition venue for this Inscription Master Conference.

This location was natural, and the thousands-foot-square area inside and outside was already densely packed with people, spreading all the way to the end of Jinhua's upper city.

The time for the first round of Taixu Dream Performance to pass through the illusion was about to end. The noise caused by the crowds came and went, resounding throughout most of the city. All the forces were shouting the names of the contestants belonging to their own sects.

Under the influence of the powerful sound, the mountains on both sides were shaking slightly.

On the playing field, thousands of desks have been placed, with a storage ring on them. The carefully prepared inscription materials are placed in the storage ring.

So far, I don’t know what test questions have been given, but based on past practices, it can be inferred that it must be an extremely difficult level four inscription.

The leader of the Diyuan Sect, Yu Tingtian, was hanging high in the sky. After opening the exit, thousands of spectators below focused their attention on the exit, waiting to see the first inscription master who passed through the illusion to appear.

In one of the crowds, Yuan Ningzhen and others stood on tiptoes, stretched their necks, and waited expectantly.

They have heard about the horror of Taixu Dream Realm in the past. Although Yuan Ningzhen, Wang Yuwei and others have strong faith in Ye Feng, firstly, the Inscription Master Conference gathers many heroes, and the competition is very fierce; secondly, Yuan Yuan Rumors spread across the alliance, making Ye Feng a thorn in the side of the Tianyuan Sect warriors. There is no guarantee that he will not be targeted by the Tianyuan Sect in the fantasy realm.

So at this time, Yuan Ningzhen still looked nervous, and her heartbeat was beating loudly.

"Girl, don't worry. Brother Ye will be fine. If it doesn't happen, you can come out through the original entrance. You don't have to be so nervous." Guan Buyu stood beside Yuan Ningzhen and said in a sigh of relief.

"Can that be the same?"

Yuan Ning didn't even raise her head, still staring at the exit, but there was a hint of complaint in her voice, "Brother Guan, don't you understand Junior Brother Ye's temperament? With his temper, even mountains of swords and seas of fire will step on him. Is there any sense in coming out with your tail between your legs?”

"If there was no Yuanmeng to set a trap for Junior Brother Ye, there would naturally be no big problem, but now..."

Just when he said this, Yuan Ningzhen's expression suddenly tightened, he stretched out his hand and shouted urgently: "Hey, open it, someone is coming out."

boom!

Only a short roaring sound was heard near the exit light door, and dozens of dazzling rays of Yuanli light shone simultaneously.

The sect leaders, elders, and high-level dignitaries of each major sect all stood up from their seats. For them, from this moment on, the Inscription Master Conference truly begins.

Although the first batch of people to act out illusions through Taixu Dream doesn't mean much, it can at least give their sect a long face.

Buzz!

After the light and shadow disappeared, dozens of figures emerged from the portal, causing the huge space to tremble. After a few breaths, those figures gradually became clear, and the spectators finally saw clearly, the first few who came out. For whom.

"Gongzi Yuan...and Gu Zhangqing, these two geniuses have indeed lived up to expectations. I am afraid that this conference will become the home field of these two people!"

"Hmm... who is that man in black robe? His aura is quite powerful. Not to mention that he is on par with the two of them. Even... the people around him, including Gong Ziyuan and Gu Zhangqing, seem to be interested in keeping a certain distance from him. It seems that they are concerned about this. People have some fears..."

"Eh? It's weird... How come there is a third-grade inscription master appearing so far in front? His status is no less than the three in the front..."

The deafening cheers were mixed with strong sounds of surprise. Most people even looked directly from Gong Ziyuan and Gu Zhangqing to Ye Feng.

After all, Ye Feng was still wearing the robe of a third-grade inscription master. Standing out among a large group of fourth-grade inscription masters, it seemed too abrupt.

Among the first group of people who rushed to the front, he was the only third-grade inscription master.