Chapter 1571: Turning the Game Back

In a corner east of the martial arts arena, more than 60 people from the Sweeping Sect were tightly packed together. Even those with bruised noses and swollen eyes did not choose to go back. They were sweating in their palms, observing the actions of the two people on the stage. Situ Reading

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"Brother Wang, you inscribe with Junior Brother Ye every day. Does Junior Brother Ye... have the confidence to succeed?"

Tang Ge couldn't help but asked quietly.

Wang Yuwei had a dark face, and smiled bitterly after hearing this: "Junior Brother Ye... did succeed in engraving a third-level inscription once, but it seems that it was only once... He usually focuses on engraving second-level inscriptions."

"And he doesn't have a physical body to carry auxiliary inscriptions, let alone an inscription spirit pen. Judging from the current situation, I hope he... won't lose too badly."

The faces of many disciples of the Sweeping Sect fell instantly, and everyone looked gloomy.

But there was nothing he could do.

"Let's wait and see. Even if we lose, we can't deprive Junior Brother Ye of his qualification as an inscription master. If we are really pushed to the limit, I... I will go find my brother."

Yuan Ningzhen pouted, and her two little canine teeth flashed with sparkling light.

With her words of comfort, which were not really comforting, people felt a little calmer.

Yuan Ningzhen's brother, that's... hehe...

...

Taking a breath, Ye Feng on the stage closed his eyes slightly, but suddenly opened them again. In an instant, a spiritual force surged out of his body.

Boom!

The violent spiritual energy quickly and madly rose as soon as it appeared. It was dark green with a little blue, and it rushed up like a green dragon, slamming into Elder Feng's barrier.

Such a strong impact caused the barrier to shake for a while, and the dark green spiritual power that originally dominated most of the interior of the barrier was shaken like a tide.

Qing Zhenyi staggered, stunned, and almost fell to the ground.

The overwhelming pressure from his side was like a vast ocean, shaking his chest for a while, and even Elder Feng couldn't help but retreat to the outside of the barrier.

Swish!

The warriors in front of the stage had not yet reacted, and the old guys standing on the hill in the distance suddenly showed incredible eyes, staring at the spiritual power radiance emerging from Ye Feng.

"This... green... green?"

"Fourteenth level! How is it possible? How can there be such a person among the menial disciples?"

"It turned out... to be so hidden."

"Such a mental strength is more than enough to participate in the fourth-grade inscription master assessment. Those monsters in the inner door are at most about the same as him, right?"

"This kid is really hidden. No wonder... he has the courage to challenge Qing Zhenyi... We all misjudged him..."

"..."

Several senior inscription masters were shocked, and even Elder He felt shocked.

This...

I really misjudged him...

Of course, no matter how shocked and moved they were, they were definitely not as good as Qing Zhenyi who was in contact with Ye Feng.

Suddenly hit by the impact of the blue spiritual energy, he almost fainted. Under the pressure of the blue spiritual power, his spiritual energy was forcibly squeezed to the side, barely covering the small space where Qing Zhenyi stood.

This was when Ye Feng did not take the initiative to attack, otherwise, how could Qing Zhenyi have a place to stay in such a narrow barrier space?

Snatching back a place without making a sound, Ye Feng did not deliberately embarrass the other party. He concentrated his spiritual power above his mind and pressed it down on the bark of the ancient tree of enlightenment.

The blue spiritual power turned into a sharp cone, and the moment it pierced the ancient bark, it caused an extremely violent force to rush out.

At the same time, in Ye Feng's perception, a very subtle but profound rule of the avenue shot up and fiercely whipped his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Damn it!"

Ye Feng's face changed after being shocked.

More mental power surged crazily, and he just forcibly endured the blow of the rules of the Great Dao.

Despite this, there was still an indescribable stinging pain, which made Ye Feng frown involuntarily.

"The bark of the ancient tree of enlightenment is naturally friendly to the Great Dao. After growing for thousands or tens of thousands of years, it can sense a trace of the rules of heaven and earth and can contain the power of the Great Dao in the tree body."

Seeing that Ye Feng suffered a small loss, Elder Feng beside him hurriedly sent a message to tell him.

Ye Feng nodded and became more cautious. While the mental power was constantly pressing down, he forced back the counterattack of the rules of the Great Dao and began to engrave the pattern.

However, in this way, plus the infusion of Yuanli and the sealing of Taiqing Jinhua Liquid, it was equivalent to using one mind for four purposes, which was extremely demanding on the ability to control mental power.

Only when he really engraved it did he know the difficulty of this inscription.

In comparison, Qing Zhenyi was much more relaxed. He stood straight in place. As the inscription spirit pen pierced the bark of the ancient tree, the light from the two inscriptions on his body became even brighter. The spiritual power that filled the air danced non-stop and pressed down on the bark of the ancient tree.

He just frowned and resolved the counterattack of the rules of the avenue. With the inscription spirit pen in hand, the action of engraving the pattern was as smooth as flowing water, which was quite ornamental.

Ye Feng's failure just now made Qing Zhenyi regain his confidence.

Inscription technique is a comprehensive manifestation of mental power, control power, and inscription tools. He has all three, while Ye Feng is just a simple mental power.

And the most important point is that the opponent has not only not engraved "Taiqing Jinhua Liquid", it seems that he has not even engraved many ordinary third-level inscriptions.

Taiqing Jinhua Liquid and the Yuanli of several materials are infused in turn, and see how this kid will deal with it at that time...

Sure enough, after a while, the inscription spirit pen wandering on the ancient tree bark suddenly stopped, and Qing Zhenyi's eyes stared at Ye Feng.

It's the key step.

It's time to start.

The pattern has been carved, and the next step is to blend the Yuanli and Taiqing Jinhua Liquid with the materials. As early as the beginning, he designed to mislead and confuse Ye Feng's judgment.

At this time, it's time to harvest.

However, the next moment, Qing Zhenyi's face, which was not bad, turned completely black. After a brief pause, Ye Feng looked up and glanced at Qing Zhenyi, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

He quickly chose to infuse the Taiqing Jinhua liquid first, and then began to introduce the energy of Yuanli into the ancient tree bark.

He actually listened to me?

Damn, are you stupid?

I told you to infuse the Taiqing Jinhua liquid first, that must be false, how could I tell you the truth, how could you choose to listen?

The stinky boy really... shot himself in the foot, at this time Qing Zhenyi felt like crying without tears.

"Yes, this kid must have engraved this inscription before... He deliberately wasted my time."

The more treacherous a villain is, the more he likes to judge others by his own meanness.

Qing Zhenyi, with a gloomy face, uttered a low and angry snort from his throat, and then accelerated the engraving speed.

If the same level of inscriptions were engraved, the winner would definitely be determined by the time. He felt that... Ye Feng must be trying to delay his time.

Too despicable...