World Wide Martial Art

"Hey, your talent is rubbish and you have a bad temper. Old Dong, couldn't you have taught him this?" Prince Mo glanced at Ye Feng, his eyes full of contempt. Situ Reading

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"Prince Mobei, be careful what you say, you are not qualified to be arrogant in front of me."

The clay figurine is also very angry. No matter how good-tempered Master Dong is, Mo Bei humiliated Ye Feng many times and finally made him sink.

"Old man Dong, what's your attitude? If you hadn't been a hindrance back then, I would have been the vice-president of the Inscription Association. Do you still want me to pay attention to what I say to you?" Prince Mo sneered.

"With your character and mind, you will never be the vice president in your lifetime." Master Dong also got angry and said angrily.

"What? Do you want to die?" As if someone had opened a scar, Mo Bei jumped up when he heard these words, his breath moved, and the air around him moved.

"Want to take action? I'm not afraid of you either!" Master Dong raised his beard, and his spiritual aura sent out a circle of transparent ripples.

Upon sensing this mental ripple, Mo Bei's sinister expression couldn't help but be startled.

This fluctuation in mental aura was beyond his expectation. Could it be that... Old Man Dong's mental power has exceeded level nine?

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, each color has three levels. If it exceeds the ninth level, the spiritual power is transformed into green, which means reaching the level of a master...

At the thought, Prince Mo's expression froze involuntarily.

You must know that his mental power is only level eight. Although he is a master of formations and has formation bonuses, Prince Mo feels that he will not be at a disadvantage when competing with Master Dong in a battle. But if Master Dong's mental power really breaks through level nine, After reaching the tenth level, even if I have the formation bonus, my chances of winning will not be too great.

With this thought, Prince Mo locked his eyes on Ye Feng, and raised a mean smile on his lips.

"Old Dong, as masters in yellow robes, how can we act so rashly like little kids?"

Indeed, the fight between two inscription masters in front of the inscription tower would create a sensation no less than a battle between two virtual realm masters. Now that the Northern Han Empire is about to invade, two masters are fighting in the capital. If this matter spreads, they will be severely reprimanded by the king and the president of the association.

Master Dong couldn't help but take back his spiritual aura.

He was about to leave with Ye Feng when he heard Prince Mo say in a conspiratorial manner: "But, I really don't like you. If I don't have a fight, I feel so panicked. Why don't I make you my disciple today?" How about we learn from each other?"

Prince Mo has long seen that Ye Feng is a half-step innate late-stage warrior. With such a level of cultivation, the disciples following him can torture Ye Feng to death, and it is as easy as pinching a snail with three fingers.

Because his disciple, the arrogant young man who stood behind him and made rude remarks, was isolated from the fluctuations in his cultivation by wearing a robe with inscriptions, making it impossible for Master Dong to perceive his true cultivation.

Although it seems to be the acquired stage, it is not clear which level it has actually reached.

Master Dong did not answer, but glanced at him, turned around and said, "Ye Feng, ignore him, let's go!"

Ye Feng nodded.

The two of them are not fools.

Unable to discern the opponent's cultivation level, Mo Bei looked confident. There was no doubt that the arrogant young man's cultivation level should be higher than that of Ye Feng, which meant that he must be an innate martial artist.

An innate martial artist competing with a half-step innate martial artist? You'd have to be kicked in the head by a donkey to agree.

"stop!"

Seeing that Master Dong was not fooled, Prince Mo's eyes became even more sinister.

Mo Bei knew that Master Dong went to various counties to look for warriors with outstanding spiritual power some time ago. The person next to him now should be the disciple he has worked so hard to find. It is rare that he has such an opportunity to kill his hopes and scan Old Dong's Face, why is he willing to let it go so easily?

"Old Dong, I know what you are afraid of. Don't worry. Although my disciple's cultivation has reached the innate level, I promise that during the competition, he will suppress his cultivation to the same level as this kid. You won't be The older you get, the less courage you have. You don’t even dare to try this, right? Look, with so many people watching, are you going to completely disgrace your old face?”

Strong countries worship martial arts, and everyone respects the strong and despises the weak.

Since Mo Bei agreed to suppress his disciple's cultivation to half a step of innateness, it would be unreasonable for him to disagree.

"Ye Feng, what do you think?"

However, Ye Feng was not his disciple after all. After pondering for a while, Master Dong gave the choice to Ye Feng himself.

"Master, I think they are very unpleasant to me, so let me teach this ignorant thing a lesson for you." Ye Feng said.

"Well, you can compete with him. Remember, there is no shame in losing. Don't take risks." Master Dong reluctantly nodded. He liked Ye Feng's fearless spirit. very.

Even if an innate martial artist suppresses his own cultivation to half a step of innateness, he is still an innate martial artist.

No matter the martial arts cultivation level, the martial arts skills learned or even the various experiences gained, none of them can be compared to the half-step innate warrior. That’s why Master Dong said, “There’s no shame in losing.”

It's one thing not to dare to accept a sparring match, but it's another thing entirely to be able to win.

"Don't worry. You're guaranteed to win."

Ye Feng said with a smile.

The young man in front of him was about the same age as himself. Even if he was innate, he was only at the second or third level. Ye Feng did not believe that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy could reach above the fourth level of innate cultivation.

Even if someone with ten or eleven martial arts veins is the best, they still can't reach the fourth level of innateness at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

So Ye Feng has strong confidence in himself.

"Arrogant!"

"Haha... A half-step innate martial artist actually said... Bao Ying, damn, I've seen arrogant people, but I've never seen anyone so arrogant..."

"I know Master Mo's disciple, Mo Yixiao. He is the eldest son of Prince Han. He reached the third level of Xiantian at the age of sixteen. I heard that his spiritual power is extremely strong and he is one of the geniuses in the capital."

"The third level of Xiantian, with copper skin and iron bones, can turn vitality into armor. This...even if the cultivation level is suppressed at half-step Xiantian, this body defense cannot be broken by ordinary half-step Xiantian warriors."

"Your courage is commendable. Master Mo is aggressive, Master Dong must not be embarrassed. Even if he cannot defeat him, he will still fight."

"That's right. These are the warriors of our powerful country..."

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The appearance of the two yellow-robed masters had already attracted the attention of countless inscription apprentices who were waiting for the assessment. They cheered and gathered around, and now everyone started to have different opinions.

"This kid is so arrogant. If you take action, my uncle will take care of you no matter what happens. We must cut off Old Man Dong's hope..." Prince Mo looked at Mo Yixiao and said coldly.

"I'm just afraid that he will run away." Mo Yixiao was also confident in himself.

"Hmph, of course I will find a way to prevent him from escaping." Prince Mo snorted.

Mo Yixiao nodded and took the lead to walk to an open space in the square in front of the tower. He cocked his finger at Ye Feng proudly and motioned for Ye Feng to go over.

"Buzz..."

But just when Ye Feng approached a certain range, Prince Mo threw a ball in his hand, making a soft "buzz" sound, and cast a layer of light curtain in the air, covering Ye Feng and Mo Yixiao. shrouded in it...