Chapter 1715 The Conference Ends

Amidst the waves of cheers, the Lord of Chixiao City stepped into the void, stretched out his hand and said with flying spirits: "The winner of this Inscription Master Conference has been decided. Needless to say, you must have seen the advantages. Bad. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ”

"Now, this city lord announces that the champion of the Inscription Master Conference is the Diyuan Sect...Ye Feng!"

The loud sound echoed in the sky for a long time and spread throughout the entire upper city of Jinhua.

With a crash, the Diyuan Sect gave out deafening cheers, and many outside forces cheered for Ye Feng.

Under Ye Feng's almost desperate inscription, a third-grade inscription master finally completed a mental power inscription that was almost at the fifth level. It was simply... unbelievable, and won the recognition and respect of the outside audience.

This conference can be described as a series of twists and turns, with constant reversals and reversals. No one could have expected such an ending before the game. Such a thrilling drama has never been staged in previous inscription master conferences.

This little disciple of the Diyuan Sect had indeed completed a shocking reversal as rumored beforehand.

Hearing the cheers surging from all directions, Ye Feng forgot the pain in his mind and looked around blankly.

"I did it!"

"I proved myself and didn't let them down!"

The blood is rolling in his veins, and those cheers are for himself. For all this, he has paid too much, and now, everything is worth it.

Dozens of figures squeezed through the crowd, broke through the obstacles, and rushed to Ye Feng's side like a madman.

Under Wang Yuwei's encouragement, they hugged Ye Feng with great joy, threw him high into the air, dropped him, caught him, and then continued to throw him up.

Yuan Ningzhen had tears of joy on her face.

Ye Feng tried his best to fulfill the promise he made to them, making the sweeping door that anyone could step on become the envy of tens of thousands of Diyuan Sect disciples.

Without Ye Feng, their future would be in jeopardy, and they might just be a small handyman disciple for a long time. But from today on, their status has changed.

Champion of the Inscription Master Conference, this is an extremely honorable title that represents too much. Looking at the thirteen counties, there are not many people who can have such an honor. As long as Ye Feng is willing, all the sixth-grade sects will be willing to open their doors to him.

In particular, Ye Feng is not very young, but he has shown such talent and strength, with almost unlimited potential that can be tapped.

One person has gained the Tao and the chicken dog has ascended to heaven. Under the leadership of Ye Feng, the sweeper's door will also rise.

Gu Zhangqing, who had a complex expression, slumped on the seat, still unwilling to believe what he saw before him. He spent all his efforts and worked hard to plan everything with the Tianyuan Sect, and with the announcement of the Lord of Chixiao City, the painting Full stop.

Previously, Gu Huanqing didn't take Ye Feng seriously at all. However, the method Ye Feng showed in the end made him feel a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

If it were him, even with those charming insects, he might not be able to do better than Ye Feng.

Gong Ziyuan looked dejected.

If the loss to Gu Xiaqing was due to his own lack of calculation, then the loss to Sha Shenyue and Ye Feng was a complete defeat to the inscription technique.

This was particularly unacceptable to him.

The number one inscription genius in the Diyuan Sect is not himself, but... Ye Feng...

"Sir, we lost..."

Zhong Yuqiu staggered forward, feeling dizzy in his mind, and fell down next to Gongzi Yuan in embarrassment.

As for the Yuanmeng woman, she timidly followed behind, completely losing her previous arrogance. They looked at Ye Feng with deep fear in their eyes.

"Tomorrow, leave Jinhua City and go home..."

Gongziyuan sighed and waved his hand helplessly. This place had become a place of sadness for him. Staying in Jinhua Shangcheng would only increase his sadness. Besides, he really had no shame to stay.

"The championship reward is a level five inscription and a spiritual martial art. Ye Feng, congratulations, you deserve this!"

Signaling everyone to be quiet, the Lord of Chixiao City flicked his finger, and an inscription and a scroll wrapped in Yuanli slowly fell in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand and took the two rewards.

The inscription on the palm of the hand, through the Yuan Li, can still feel the strong pressure in it. If the Yuan Li used to seal it is driven away, the aura of the inscription will rise dozens of feet. It is obviously the fifth-level inscription that Ye Feng misses so much. ...meaningful.

As for the scroll of spiritual martial arts, it is black in color, the seal is sealed with fire paint, and it is extremely exquisitely made. There is a faint burning feeling when you hold it in your hand. You don't need to open it to know that it is something special.

These two treasures have attracted many inscription masters and elders to covet them.

"Ye Feng, you have indeed lived up to my expectations. If you are willing, join the guild. As for the status and treatment, you will naturally not be disadvantaged. Don't refuse."

Master Cheng Yuanhe's smiling figure also flashed out from the side and extended an olive branch to Ye Feng.

Master Cheng's words caused another commotion, making some people around him feel jealous again.

Jinhua City is known as the second city of inscriptions. The power of the Inscription Masters Guild cannot be underestimated, and the forces behind it are even more intricate. Pan Heng is at the top of the pyramid of the Thirteen Counties, and involves an unknown amount of interests.

Tianyuan Sect's strength largely relies on the strength of its own inscription masters, but compared with the Inscription Masters Guild, it is still far behind.

It is relatively easy to join the Inscription Master Guild, but if you want to enter the core level, it is difficult to reach the sky.

Master Cheng Yuanhe's words obviously meant that he wanted to pull Ye Feng into the core position.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. How dare Ye Feng refuse!"

Ye Feng bowed respectfully. He would not refuse such kindness. If he needed it in the future, he could even use the power of the entire guild.

With the support of the Inscriptionist Guild, even the leader of the Tianyuan Sect, Mo Wangu, would not dare to act rashly against him.

As the Lord of Chixiao City announced that the entire conference was over, hundreds of thousands of people began to slowly disperse in all directions. The hot atmosphere continued until it got dark, and there was still no sign of easing.

The whole sect of Diyuan Sect was jubilant, and even some warriors who were in seclusion in the depths of the Sutra Dojo were alarmed. Ye Feng was surrounded by the crowd, and it took more than half an hour before he finally returned to the miscellaneous building.

While the whole sect was celebrating, Ye Feng fell asleep.

The crazy inscriptions for several consecutive days almost drained his last physical strength, and the consumption of mental strength reached an unprecedented level, which was even more tragic than resisting the Sea Eye Spirit Dragon at the bottom of the Aolai Sea.

Guan Buyu and the black and white heroes personally guarded the surrounding area, so that Ye Feng could sleep well.

What everyone didn't know was that in the void hundreds of feet away, there were several hidden auras like mountains and seas lurking secretly, paying close attention to every move of the service building.

"How is it?"

Not long after, the void unfolded ripples like ripples, and a majestic figure like a mountain appeared. After a glance, he asked out of thin air.