World Wide Martial Art

Chapter 1698 Exit Opened

"Sister, it's okay, um, you can... let go. Si Tu"

Turning to face Luo Mi who was still hugging his waist tightly, Ye Feng smiled slightly, revealing two rows of white and delicate teeth.

"I... just now..."

She let go of him shyly, Luo Mi looked at Ye Feng deeply, and whispered shyly: "Junior brother, you always surprise people."

Ye Feng's mind was slightly shaken.

The look in Luo Mi's eyes when she looked at him seemed to have a few different expressions. This beautiful sister, who was known as an iceberg beauty, had never seen her show such an expression...

"Charge!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the opposite cliff. Ye Feng looked back and was a little amused.

Under the impact of his own shock wave, the soul beast group suffered a great loss, some died and some fled, and they are still a group of scattered sand. Those inscription masters who originally had no chance of passing seized this opportunity and actually used their means in this gap and rushed over one after another.

It will take some time for the soul beast group to recover to a certain size, and at least hundreds of people can pass through smoothly.

This is something I didn't expect.

Looking at the sky, Ye Feng didn't care about anything else. There were still a few hours before the exit here opened. It would be better to stay here and wait quietly.

After a day of running around, coupled with the loss of a lot of energy and energy just now, it was just the right opportunity to recover to the peak state.

The next game is the real climax of the Inscription Master Conference. The competition between masters will enter an unprecedented level.

It seems that they hold the same idea. Gongzi Yuan, Gu Zhanqing and others all began to sit cross-legged with their eyes closed, racing against time to recover.

When the sky gradually brightened, Ye Feng opened his eyes. As expected, as he guessed, nearly four or five hundred people passed the soul beast trench. As for the rest, they wandered in the same place with their heads down.

There were also those who didn't give up and wanted to try again, but unfortunately they basically died.

The sky became brighter, and the pink miasma in the abyss became thicker. At this time, unless there was another powerful inscriptionist like Ye Feng to help them disperse the beasts, otherwise, I am afraid that no one could pass through, and they could only return to leave the illusion.

As for the group that passed through, they were all excited and nervous, looking at the void not far above their heads, where there were faint fluctuations.

The exit is here, just waiting for the time to come.

Boom!

Another half an hour passed, and suddenly the whole world roared, and a large piece of talismans appeared in the fluctuating void. Then, a big hand reached in through the air and turned the talisman fiercely.

A teleportation portal opened directly.

The rich Yuanli gushed in along the gate, which made all the inscriptionists who passed through the soul beast trench feel refreshed.

Across the portal, the sound of thunder from the outside could be vaguely heard.

"The time has come."

"Participants can leave through this gate. Those who fail to pass will be sent out along the original route. Everyone...do not stay in the illusion. Once the illusion opens beyond the time limit, there is only...death."

A vast voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Junior brother, let's go."

"Okay, the next step is the real test. I am really looking forward to it."

Looking at Gongzi Yuan and others, Ye Feng nodded and took the lead, pulling Luo Mi out of the teleportation portal in one step.

...

Between the two main peaks of Tiandi Yuanzong, there is a flat public area, which has become the competition venue for this inscription master conference.

This location is naturally formed. The venue with a radius of thousands of feet has long been crowded with people, extending to the end of Jinhua Shangcheng.

The time for passing the first round of Taixu Dreaming Illusion is about to end. The noise caused by the crowds rises and falls, resounding through most of the city. All forces are shouting the names of the contestants from their own sects.

Under the influence of the powerful sound waves, the hills on both sides were shaking slightly.

Thousands of desks had been placed on the field, with a storage ring on top. The carefully prepared inscription materials were placed in the storage ring.

So far, it is unknown what test questions have been given, but according to past practice, it can be inferred that it must be a very difficult level 4 inscription.

After the leader of the Diyuan Sect, Yu Tingtian, was hanging high in the air and opened the exit, thousands of spectators below gathered their eyes on the exit, waiting for the first inscription master to pass through the illusion to appear.

In one of the crowds, Yuan Ningzhen and others stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks, and waited expectantly.

They had heard about the horror of the Taixu Dream Illusion before. Yuan Ningzhen, Wang Yuwei and others had strong faith in Ye Feng, but on the one hand, the Inscription Master Conference was full of heroes and the competition was very fierce; on the other hand, rumors spread from the Yuan League, making Ye Feng a thorn in the eyes of the Tianyuan Sect warriors. It was hard to guarantee that he would not be targeted by the Tianyuan Sect in the illusion.

So at this time, Yuan Ningzhen was still nervous, and her heart was beating.

"Girl, don't worry. Brother Ye will be fine. If it doesn't come to that, he can come out from the original entrance. You don't have to be so nervous." Guan Buyu stood beside Yuan Ningzhen and comforted him in a muffled voice.

"Can it be the same?"

Yuan Ningzhen didn't even raise his head, still staring at the exit, but there was a hint of complaint in his voice, "Brother Guan, don't you understand Junior Brother Ye's temper? With his temper, he would step forward even if it was a sea of ​​fire and swords, so how could he come out with his tail between his legs?"

"If the Yuan League hadn't set a trap for Junior Brother Ye, there would naturally be no big problem, but now..."

Just when he said this, Yuan Ningzhen's expression suddenly tightened, stretched out his hand and pointed, and shouted anxiously: "Hey, it's open, someone is coming out."

Boom!

There was only a short roar near the exit light door, and dozens of dazzling Yuanli lights flashed at the same time.

The masters, elders, and high-level figures of the major sects all stood up from their seats. For them, from this moment on, the Inscription Master Conference was truly started.

Although the first batch of people who passed the Taixu Dreaming Illusion did not mean anything, it could at least give their own sect a face.

Buzz!

After the light and shadow disappeared, dozens of figures emerged from the portal, causing the huge space to vibrate. After a few breaths, the figures gradually became clear, and the spectators finally saw who the first few people who came out were.

"Gong Ziyuan... and Gu Zhanqing, these two geniuses really lived up to everyone's expectations. I'm afraid this conference will become the home court of these two people!"

"Well... who is that black-robed man? His aura is quite powerful, not to mention that he is on par with the two of them, and even... the people around him, including Gong Ziyuan and Gu Zhanqing, seem to keep a certain distance from him, as if they are a little afraid of this person..."

"Huh? Weird... How could a third-grade inscription master appear so far forward? His position is no less than the three people in the front..."

Amid the deafening cheers, there were strong voices of surprise and doubt, and most people's eyes even went directly from Gong Ziyuan and Gu Zhanqing to Ye Feng.

After all, Ye Feng was still wearing the robes of a third-grade inscription master. He stood out among a large group of fourth-grade inscription masters. He seemed too abrupt.

Among the first group of people rushing to the front, he was the only third-grade inscription master.

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