World Wide Martial Art

"Sorry, Ye Feng is not my disciple, I can't make the decision. Situ Reading 520 Official Website

��Master Dong looked at the furious Prince Mo and said.

"He is not your disciple? Who are you lying to? Who doesn't know that you went to the country to select talented disciples for that matter..."

"Hey... Ye Feng is indeed a rare peerless genius, but I am not blessed enough to be his master." Master Dong sighed slowly.

"You...a thousand Spiritual Essence Stones, tell that kid to stop immediately." Prince Mo couldn't bear to see the blood splattering in the barrier anymore, so he took the initiative to offer a price.

"I really can't be Ye Feng's master." Master Dong waved his hand.

"hateful……"

Who said that Mr. Dong was an honest man? Damn it, you are simply more profiteer than yourself.

At this moment, Prince Mo was so anxious that he was burning inside. "A thousand Spiritual Essence Stones, and I have a set of barrier formations here for you. That's all. Old Man Mo, if that kid doesn't stop, If you really beat up Yi Xiao, you must also understand my third brother’s temper. He may not do anything to you, but Ye Feng will definitely have no way to survive.”

Prince Mo's third brother is Prince Han, Mo Yixiao's father. He is currently leading troops on the front line to fight against the Northern Han Empire. This man is cruel, cruel and easy to kill, and the whole powerful country has heard about it.

"Then...I'll give it a try."

Master Dong nodded slightly and hooked his fingers at the same time. After a helpless snort, Prince Mo reluctantly took out a leather bag from the storage ring and threw it to Master Dong.

In the skin bag were a thousand spirit stones worth one million spirit stones, and a small round ball, which was exactly the same set of enchantment formations. These two things changed hands in the blink of an eye, even though the wealthy Prince Mo It is inevitable that you will feel pain for a while.

Master Dong also learns from every experience.

If Prince Mo is not asked to hand over a thousand spiritual stones and barrier formations, he might end up saying "too stupid and naive" and then give up lightly.

"Ye Feng, it's almost time. Don't cause any harm to anyone!" Master Dong opened his lips lightly and sent a message to Ye Feng inside the barrier.

After hearing the message, Ye Feng gave him a final hard kick before stopping the violence and standing in the barrier with his hands tied.

Mo Yixiao, who was on the ground, had a bruised face and swollen eyes. He had just been beaten so hard that the boy cowered and didn't even dare to look at Ye Feng. He still had that arrogant and cold look.

"Get up!"

Although he spared Mo Yixiao, Ye Feng had no intention of letting him go. He pulled up Mo Yixiao, who had a bruised nose and swollen eyes and was curled up into a ball.

"What do you want to do?"

"My father is Prince Han, my master is Prince Mo, and my uncle is His Majesty the King of the Kingdom. You... if you dare to kill me, the powerful country will definitely destroy your nine tribes." This boy has long lost the cold arrogance before and is timid. He didn't even dare to look at Ye Feng.

"What about the children of the royal family? If you don't shut up, I will knock out all your front teeth."

Ye Feng's eyes widened and he raised his hand in a fake gesture. Mo Yixiao was so frightened that he held his head in his hands and almost squatted back on the ground.

"Remember this, next time you see Master Dong, be polite. Be careful what you say in the future, you won't be able to babble with everyone." Ye Feng pointed at him and said angrily.

"I...I know..."

"Now, apologize to the master!"

"Master, I was wrong. Wuwu..." Whether it was pain or self-conscious embarrassment, Mo Yixiao lay on the barrier and sobbed.

"You're crying, louder!" Ye Feng raised his leg and kicked him on the butt.

"Ah... I was wrong... Master, I apologize to you..." Mo Yixiao covered his buttocks, wanting to cry but without tears...

There was a roar of laughter all around.

Such an ugly appearance made Prince Mo beside him feel that he had lost his face. After waving his sleeves fiercely, he ignored Mo Yixiao and walked directly towards the Inscription Tower.

After losing two powerful one-time barriers, defeating a thousand Spiritual Essence Stones, and even losing face, one can imagine how useless Prince Mo felt at this moment.

After a while, this small, unbreakable barrier was lifted like a curtain and disappeared in an instant.

Ye Feng was able to reverse the victory, and Master Dong was naturally in a good mood.

"Ye Feng, I didn't expect you to have such strength. This is a reward for you, please accept it." Master Dong handed the skin bag given by Prince Mo to Ye Feng.

"This is..." Ye Feng took it and took a look. The things inside looked similar to spirit stones, but they were clearly not spirit stones. One of the small balls was something he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but show doubts. look.

"Spiritual Essence Stone is a type of spiritual stone. It can enhance spiritual power. Its value is equivalent to a top-grade spiritual stone. There are a thousand of them here. This sphere can inspire the enchantment just now and use it. Okay, I can save your life. It’s all the price Mo Bei paid for it.” Master Dong said with a smile.

"Master, I accept the barrier formation, but I have no use keeping this spiritual elemental stone..." Ye Feng said quickly.

"What does it mean to be useless? For us inscription masters, mental strength is the key. Sooner or later, you will need it one day. Put it all away. Just now you have made me proud. I am very happy." Master Dong smiled and patted me. He patted Ye Feng on the shoulder.

He likes Ye Feng more and more.

"Then...respect is worse than obeying orders. Thank you Master." Ye Feng also smiled brightly. Seeing Master Dong's kind appearance and attitude towards himself, he even had the urge to become a disciple directly.

However, I still held back...

The two of them walked towards the towering inscription tower, one behind the other.

The Inscription Association in Qiangguo is naturally much more magnificent than the branch in the county. Ye Feng stepped into the solemn giant tower in one step. He followed Master Dong, not squinting along the way, and walked for a full half of the way. Hours later, we arrived in front of a huge palace.

This palace is magnificent and vast. There are various inscriptions and formations engraved on the pillars in the palace. Although it does not look very big, it is hundreds of feet high. Standing at the bottom and looking up, you can't see the end at a glance. I don't know where it is. It doesn't go directly to the sky.

The entire hall is circular, with a total of more than ten huge high platforms, and there is a chair on each high platform.

At this moment, there are a total of five people sitting in these more than ten huge high platforms. Each of them is wearing a yellow robe and has an unfathomable aura. There is no doubt that the color of the robe represents their identity. These are the treasures of the powerful Western Tang Dynasty. , even shaking one's feet can make a master famous.

Prince Mo, who had just thrown away his sleeves, was sitting on one of the giant chairs.

Seeing Master Dong entering with Ye Feng, he looked at him with a bad look and said carelessly to the yellow-robed master in the middle and to the right: "Vice President Bi, you sent a message to me before, saying that the President has an important task to hand over. The prince was asked to bring Yi Xiao to the Inscription Hall to report. However, just now, Yi Xiao was seriously injured by an unscrupulous person outside the Inscription Tower. Vice President Bi, please. You choose Gaoming..."