"It's such a strange thing. I don't know which bastard is doing it. We're driven out after half a day of practice."
Wang Yuwei whispered unhappy.
Ye Feng: “…”
"Junior Brother Ye!"
Seeing Ye Feng come out, Yuan Ningzhen immediately smiled and waved, saying, "Since we can't practice for the time being, we might as well go to the upper city to have a rare time. I have a lot of pocket money left this month. Please join us
Squander.”
"Long live Senior Sister Yuan..."
A group of disciples of the sweeping sect immediately cheered excitedly.
Yuan Ningzhen, a little rich woman, wants to treat her, so no one will have any objection...
An hour later, a group of people went down the mountain in a mighty manner. As soon as they entered the city, they were like birds coming out of the cage, scattered to every corner.
"Let's go, take you to see and see!"
On the bustling street, Yuan Ning's side was fully exposed. She pulled Ye Feng and the others to rush to various shops, and soon bought a lot of things, almost filling up a small half of the storage.
Ring.
"Hmm? What is the price of this animal skin?"
Stopped in front of a small stall in the store, Ye Feng's eyes were absorbed by a piece of purple animal skin.
"Oh, my brother has such a good vision. Look at your appearance, you probably come from the major sects in this city. This is the skin of the ground-level monster Ziyun Winged Bird. The master of our store made it with his own hand knife. The skin is made by the skin of the surface of the ground-level monster.
There was no damage at all. It originally cost three million... If the guy wanted it, he would just give two million spirit stones."
The vendor looked heartbroken, as if he had suffered a great loss.
Two million!
Ye Feng's expression changed immediately.
This price is no different from being forced to rob.
"Can you be cheaper? The ground-level monster skin... in our Yuanwu, at most, there will be only 100,000 top-grade spirit stones."
Taking a look like an insider, Ye Feng half-squatted and discussed.
"One hundred thousand? To be honest, the minimum price is 2 million, unless you are an inscriptionist, you can get a 50% discount. If you were not... you would not give it away if you walked slowly!"
The vendor hugged his arms with both hands, and his eyes were filled with a little more impatient.
"Tsk, look down on others, Junior Brother Ye, I bought it for you... Hey, open your eyes and look at it, two million, not a piece!"
Yuan Ningzhen was immediately furious and took out a handful of spirit stone and threw it into the vendor's hand.
"I'll wrap it up for you!"
The vendor's face instantly turned into a smile on his face, and he nodded and bowed.
"this……"
Ye Feng was a little helpless and took out two million spirit stones and stuffed them to Yuan Ningzhen. He was unwilling to take advantage of a girl.
"Junior Brother Ye, what are you doing? If you have the sect talisman, you can save a lot of spirit stones for me in the future. If you ask my mother-in-law and mother to refuse, I will be angry."
Yuan Ningzhen raised her little face and said unhappy.
"Brother, just accept it obediently. The little rich woman is stupid and has a lot of money...ah..."
Wang Yuwei joked on the side, and suddenly was caught by Yuan Ningzhen, and twisted her hard.
Ye Feng was speechless on the spot and had to smile and put away the spirit stones and animal skins.
"By the way, Junior Brother Ye, these animal skins are all materials that can be used only inscriptions. What do you buy them for?" After the fight, Yuan Ning raised her head and asked with a hint of weirdness.
"Of course I'm practicing inscriptions."
Ye Feng replied casually.
Since he left the Western Tang Power, the inscription art has been on hold. Now he has arrived at the Jinhua Shangcheng vault. The inscription master has a high status and has been regarded more than one person. Ye Feng is also thinking about picking up this craft again.
stand up.
"Well, practicing inscriptions is a bottomless pit. I have already smashed most of the entire family into it, and I am still an intern."
Wang Yuwei, who rubbed his waist, cried and looked like a brother in distress, and reached out to pat Ye Feng on the shoulder.
"It's better to die as soon as possible. It's better to take your current cultivation level and focus on the Yuanli."
Yuan Ning nodded in agreement, then she turned around and looked at a huge building in the distance, and suddenly said, "Junior Brother Ye, do you want to... take you to the Inscription Master Guild? But... just take a look.
, you can't be too ambitious..."
With a slight smile, Ye Feng did not defend himself. With his current mental strength, he had already exceeded the scope of inscription masters at that time.
However, Yuanwu's inscription master seems to be one level lower than Shenwu.
Huang Xuan also heard that only by reaching the fourth level can he be called the inscription master.
For example, Master Dong, a powerful country in the Western Tang Dynasty, was probably only at the third grade at most in Shenwu. As for his cheapest brother, Mr. Zhao, he should be able to reach the fourth grade level.
"Sure enough... extraordinary!"
When the three of them walked to the huge building, Ye Feng just realized the extraordinaryness of this building.
This is a giant made up of three towers. Just the construction materials contain surging energy, as if it was deliberately sealed in it by mysterious power.
Tower of Inscriptions!
The four big characters above reflect the shining light in the sun.
There is a shiny rune in front of the three-meter-high gate, which is shining like a flame.
"Are those two runes... used for decoration, or are they real inscriptions?"
Ye Feng asked with a hint of curiosity.
"Nonsense. It is of course a real inscription. It is said that Naigu made it himself, and the inscription level... has reached level five, but it is only used to frame the storefront."
"It's so grand."
Venus appeared in Wang Yuwei's eyes. Looking at the two runes, he couldn't even move his eyes away.
"The level 5 inscription... is just displayed in the eyes of the world at will, aren't you afraid of being stolen?"
Ye Feng felt a little surprised.
The fifth-level inscription can only be engraved by the sixth-level inscription master. I am afraid that it will be sold at an unimaginable sky-high price in Jinhua Shangcheng.
Hearing this, Wang Yuwei suddenly showed a look of contempt and reached out to the gate of the Inscription Master Guild: "I want to die."
"There are ten kingdoms everywhere, day and night, and it is said that there are real saints who have passed the tribulation to guard them. If anyone wants to commit suicide, it is a very effective way."
Ye Feng's eyes swept over. Unlike the noisy streets around, there were few people in front of the Inscription Tower. Occasionally, one or two figures flashed by, and they all hurried by with respectful expressions, without the intention of staying easily.
From this point of view, the warriors in Jinhua Shangcheng have a heartfelt respect for the Inscription Masters Union.
Even if there are no masters here, no warrior dares to do anything like a chicken crowing and a dog stealing.