Chapter 1526 Trouble

Time passed quickly. When night fell, other disciples had already fallen asleep, but Ye Feng was unaware of it. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

Like a machine, he repeatedly activated his Yuan power and engraved the patterns. Later, he completely forgot the time.

Bang!

At midnight, a flame suddenly rose up, blasting the intact animal skin into pits and bumps, and also rebounded Ye Feng's mental power.

A stinging pain penetrated into the sea of ​​​​mind, and Ye Feng fell to the ground with sweat all over his body.

Like Lian Yushunu, the tide-like fatigue spread throughout his body, and his mental power also produced a strong numbness. Ye Feng raised his head and fell, and he fell asleep before his head touched the ground.

"This kid..."

Looking at Ye Feng lying down, Yuan Ling muttered, raised his hand and waved, throwing the former onto the bed.

"In one night, five inscriptions were successfully engraved, four of which were second-grade and one of which was first-grade. This is also very good. Those evil geniuses are probably just like this."

Scanning the runes one by one, Yuan Ling nodded with his knowledge.

The spiritual light emitted by the first four inscriptions gradually increased, and the quality also increased accordingly. It can be vaguely seen that they should all be above the medium level. One of them has neat lines and round spiritual light, which may reach the top level.

However, when it came to the fifth one, it was obvious that his mental strength was exhausted. After engraving it, his energy was exhausted and he fell into a coma, resulting in the grade of this inscription reaching only the first level.

"Five in a row, with a success rate of 100%, can be called terrifying. It is estimated that... this kid will soon be able to impact the fourth-grade inscription master..."

After muttering with a smug look, Yuan Ling turned into a wisp of gray-white smoke and drilled into Ye Feng's mind.

…

The next day, it was already bright. Ye Feng slept until almost noon. He sat up, rubbing his aching head.

"The result of one night is barely acceptable."

After glancing at the five inscriptions on the table, Ye Feng put them into his storage ring. Just as he was about to adjust his breath and regain some energy, suddenly, there was a burst of rapid knocking on the door.

"Junior Brother Ye, hurry up, get up, something big has happened!"

Wang Yuwei's wolf-like voice came in, and it sounded like he was angry.

Ye Feng's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly got up and opened the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Damn it, someone is causing trouble for us. It's that bastard Zhong Ziqi again. He blocked our way and prevented us from entering the round tower to practice. Ning Zhen was also entangled by them."

"Where is Elder Tu?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly and asked.

"It's because Elder Tu is not here that they took advantage of us. Let's go and have a look. Several of our brothers have been beaten badly by them."

Wang Yuwei urged anxiously.

"Let's go and have a look!"

With a wave of his hand, Ye Feng strode out of the room and walked towards the outside.

...

In front of the huge attic, there were a lot of heads. Two groups of people were in a tense confrontation. Among them, several people from the Sweeping Sect were injured, with bruises on their noses and faces, and blood at the corners of their mouths.

Most of the other group of people were wearing white robes, and there were also several outer disciples in green clothes. The leader, Zhong Ziqi, stood with his arms folded, with pride written all over his face.

"Sister Ningzhen, this is our biggest concession. You know that the Inscription Master Conference will be held in half a year. All the outer courtyard disciples must fully support the inner sect cultivation of our sect, otherwise our Diyuan Sect will always be suppressed by Tianyuan Sect..."

Zhong Ziqi looked serious and stared at Yuan Ningzhen, but his eyes were full of desire.

"Hmph, you toad, you talk better than you sing. If you want to support, you can support yourself. Why do you want to collect spirit stones from us menial disciples?"

Yuan Ningzhen looked slightly angry and cold, and didn't even look at him.

"It's obvious that you are deliberately looking for trouble."

"Get out, we menial disciples are not something you can bully casually."

The few people who were beaten in the back argued loudly with red necks.

Being directly confronted, Zhong Ziqi's mouth twitched, and he said unhappily: "Humph, the rise and fall of the sect is everyone's responsibility. Since you don't know what's good for you, I will say it in front of you."

"The cultivation round tower belongs to the entire outer courtyard. You occupied the largest round tower for a month with the sect's Taoist talisman. It can be seen that this part of the loss was counted on us by the inner courtyard. In this situation, do you think the outer sect and trainee disciples will let it go?"

"You must hand over the saved spiritual stones to us, then we will have no objection."

"If you want to blame, blame you for being just a chores sweeping the floor. Now this senior brother will give you two choices. First, hand in the spiritual stones, and second, take the initiative to give up the cultivation round tower. Otherwise, we will come to the chores building once a day, and I guarantee that you will be in turmoil..."

Stretching out two fingers, Zhong Ziqi shouted loudly.

"Brother Zhong, why waste time talking to them? Isn't it enough to just beat them until they submit?"

While Zhong Ziqi was speaking, a disciple in white came out from beside him.

This person had a flattering look on his fat face, and his eyes kept moving over Yuan Ningzhen's curvy body while he was talking.

"That's right, Senior Brother, I'm out of patience. I've seen that you're stalling for time. Are you waiting for that newcomer Ye Feng who has a Level 4 score?"

"I don't know where this kid stole the sect's talisman from..."

Zhong Ziqi had a mocking expression on his face, and said disdainfully: "If he doesn't come today, it's fine. If he does, I'll slap him into a waste."

"Humph, Junior Brother Ye is my doorman. If you want to bully him, ask us first!"

Yuan Ningzhen sneered, and stared at Zhong Ziqi with a pair of cold eyes.

The dozens of errand disciples behind him also leaned together, forming a human wall.

"A bunch of stinky sweepers, you still want to rebel? It seems that I haven't taught you a lesson for too long, causing you to forget your identity. Then today... I will give you another reminder."

After being despised again, Zhong Ziqi's anger that had been accumulated for half a day finally rose. He stepped back slightly, and a cold Yuanli swept up from his body, turning into a Yuanli storm several feet high.

"Hmph, then you come and try!"

Yuan Ningzhen frowned and raised the Yuanli in his body.

Dozens of errand disciples in the back roared in unison, each with a sullen face, and also stimulated the Yuanli in his body.

The Yuanli was connected into one, and the momentum was quite spectacular.

"A sweeper is a sweeper after all. With such a little ability, it would be embarrassing to show it."

Looking at the angry people, Zhong Ziqi laughed, and then his face suddenly turned cold. The Yuanli momentum that had already risen to the limit rose again, and it climbed to the first level of the king realm.

The errand disciples were only rated at level 4, and their strength basically hovered around the seventh or eighth level of the Void Realm. Compared with the outer disciples, their cultivation was much worse.

The sudden momentum of the King Realm shocked many people back several steps, and the integrated Yuanli wall was also cut apart.