Chapter 1632: Slap in the Face

The power contained in the fifth-level inscription is too terrifying. Compared with the second-level inscription, it is simply the difference between a firefly and the bright moon. If this energy explodes like before, it will definitely blow through his dantian. Situ Reading

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The endless energy brings bone-biting pain. Looking inside, the meridians and joints are constantly swelling.

"How long will it take?"

Just when Ye Feng was about to be unable to bear it, a touch of coolness suddenly spread from his chest. The skin at the location of Yingrang fluctuated, and a faint jade-colored luster was faintly emitted, which melted and absorbed the violent energy that came one by one.

"Why don't you run the Zhoutian quickly."

The Yuanling flew to Ye Feng's ear and reminded him urgently.

Without time to delay for too long, Ye Feng hurriedly urged the Yuanli, rushed into the inscription, and began to run the Yuanli despite the severe pain.

Half an hour later, he fell to the ground in a sweat, looking pale and listless, but there was a smile on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

With the help of Yingrang Divine Soil, his Yuanli finally circulated a cycle in the "Weird Transformation" inscription. Although it was still quite sluggish, it was finally...successful.

Indeed, as Yuanling said, the consumption of running this level 5 inscription is indeed extremely huge, almost 40 to 50 times that of activating the level 2 inscription.

In other words, Ye Feng can easily activate the effect of the level 2 inscription, but it is very difficult to use "Weird Transformation".

Even if all the Yuanli in the Dantian is exhausted, at best, he can only barely use it once or twice.

"Okay, it's done. It's up to you to do it next."

"As long as you keep running for thousands of cycles, you will slowly adapt and bring out the effect of this inscription. Of course, your body and energy are very fragile at the moment. Don't activate the level 5 inscription at will unless it's a critical moment..."

Ye Feng's nerves, which had just relaxed, were tensed again by Yuan Ling's words.

He spread his hands helplessly, struggled to sit up, and began to run his tendons and veins without caring about the fatigue of his body.

And Yuan Ling turned into a puff of green smoke, and the illusory figure disappeared again.

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"Two days have passed, Junior Brother Ye... why are you still stuck in the room?"

In the lobby of the errand building, Yuan Ning was lying on a chair, playing with her hair with one hand, and then looking at Ye Feng's room on the second floor from time to time.

"He should be resting. Most people can't bear more than a month of hard training. He needs to recuperate for a while."

Wang Yuwei was studying a scroll of inscriptions while talking casually.

"Hey... I don't know how strong Junior Brother Ye is now? The competition is not long away, and I always feel... something is wrong."

Yuan Ningzhen muttered in a low voice.

After hearing this, Wang Yuwei also put down the scroll in his hand and sighed.

There is less than half a month left before the sect competition. Except for the outstanding people in the inner sect, everyone else can't hold back and is ready to move.

In the past few days, the entire Diyuan Sect has been very lively. Many warriors from the surrounding major cities have come to see the grand occasion of the inner sect competition of the fifth-grade sect.

Among them, there are many powerful masters.

There are also many strong people in the bloody chaos. The inscription master conference is about to be officially held. The inner sect competition of the Diyuan Sect is a good appetizer.

Tiandi Yuanzong has been fighting overtly and covertly for many years. This challenge is also a demonstration of the strength of the Diyuanzong disciples, and naturally it will attract the attention of Tianyuanzong.

The battle between Ye Feng and Bu Jingniu attracted a lot of attention due to the hype of Zhong Ziqi and others. If Ye Feng loses, he will be embarrassed in public or even be crippled or killed, which will be a heavy blow to the Saodi Sect.

It’s not that Wang Yuwei and Yuan Ning really don’t trust Ye Feng, it’s just... the gap between their strengths is too big.

Nineth level of the Void Realm, fighting against the fourth level of the King Realm?

It’s just... a joke.

“Oh, these guys are very passionate about practicing... But no matter how much they practice, they are still dead errands and will be trampled under our feet.”

Suddenly, an extremely arrogant voice came from outside the gate, and the tail tone was very long, as if afraid that others would not hear it.

"Damn it, it's Zhong Ziqi, the troublemaker."

"How dare he come to my door?"

Wang Yuwei and Yuan Ningzhen looked at each other and rushed out of the door quickly. They saw more than ten people standing in the square, standing outside and gesticulating.

The leader was Zhong Ziqi.

Next to Zhong Ziqi, there was another young man standing with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a golden robe, with a cold and arrogant look, as cold as a stone in a pit.

"Inner sect disciple?"

Wang Yuwei was furious when he saw Zhong Ziqi, but when he saw the golden robe man beside him, he showed fear in his eyes and stopped.

Golden robes are the unique clothing of inner sect disciples. Looking at Zhong Ziqi's respectful expression, his status in the inner sect should not be low.

"Troublemaker, why are you here to our door? Have you forgotten the pain after the wound healed?"

Although he was timid, the Sweeping Sect was no longer the same as before. Wang Yuwei was confident and was not afraid of the inner disciples making trouble here.

Zhong Ziqi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He swept his eyes over the two of them fiercely and said coldly: "Hmph, I won't bother with you. After the competition is over, I want to see if you can still show off your power like now."

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have something to say, get out of here!"

Wang Yuwei said three quick words in an impatient manner.

"Fuck you... I'm just here to tell you that according to the sect rules, you must have at least the King Realm to participate in the competition. If a virtual realm warrior wants to participate, someone must guarantee it."

"In order to prevent the surname Ye from finding an excuse to avoid the battle, I specially invited Brother Yao Yifei from the inner sect to be the guarantor for him."

The disciples of the Sweeping Sect frowned together. What is this guy... up to?

He even found a guarantor for Boss Ye in advance?

"Of course, Senior Brother Yao also has a condition. In the competition, the boy surnamed Ye must first fight Senior Brother Yao."

Seeing the stunned expressions on everyone's faces, Zhong Ziqi was extremely proud and then made a request.

"Fuck you!"

Frowning and thinking, Wang Yuwei suddenly cursed.

Although Yao Yifei, the man in the golden robe in front of him, had never seen him, many people had heard of his name.

Yao Yifeng, ranked seventh in the inner sect, was said to have entered the peak of the second level of the king realm, one step away from the third level of the king realm.

This person has always had a good relationship with Luowang. This time, he came here, perhaps to pave the way for Bu Jingniu.

In other words, he can first test Ye Feng's strength, at least he can force Ye Feng to reveal his trump card, so that Bu Jingniu can handle it with ease.

This seemingly kind guarantee is just to ensure that Ye Feng can participate in the competition, and then... let the latter end up in a miserable defeat.

After some thought, the other members of the Sweeping Sect also figured out their conspiracy, and glared at each other angrily...