"It seems that I have to spend a lot of money to buy a level 4 spirit pattern pen."
Ye Feng is now worth a lot of money, so he naturally has a lot of confidence.
He planned to visit some large chambers of commerce in the Thor Base gathering place in the next few days when he had time to see if he could come across something as rare and precious as a fourth-level spiritual pattern pen.
At this moment, Ye Feng accepted Shen Nian Ku Ren's storage spirit ring, then turned to look at the people behind him, and said with a smile: "The big disaster has been eliminated, you don't have to worry anymore in the future."
At this time, Ye Feng was somewhat fortunate that this man with a dead mind was a spiritual pattern master.
Because if he were a strong martial artist from the Ninth Secret Realm of Dzogchen, he might not be able to defeat him.
However, the words of the spirit pattern master are a huge threat to other warriors, but to Ye Feng, a monster who is a fellow soul martial artist, it is naturally nothing. It is much easier to deal with than the Dzogchen martial arts expert of the Ninth Secret Realm.
After all, once the spirit pattern technique of Shen Nian Ku Ren fails to exert any power, he himself is weak and will naturally be easily killed by Ye Feng.
"I didn't expect you, Brother Ye, to be a rare high-level spiritual pattern master. You are really amazing!"
At this moment, Su He stared at Ye Feng's figure, his eyes full of wonder and shock.
At this time, he suddenly felt how lucky and proud he was to have accidentally made friends with Ye Feng in the Gobi.
At this time, Su Qianqian suddenly walked up to Ye Feng, showed a beautiful smile, and said with some expectation: "Master Ye Feng, a fellow soul martial practitioner, is a peerless genius. Now that his mind is dead, I don't know if Master Ye Feng is interested in becoming one of us."
Chapter completed!