The beautiful eyes swept through Ye Feng, and Luo Yan's eyes passed a touch of fluctuations, but there was no other meaning.
I can't see too much expression, there is no contempt, and it is as dull, just like Ye Feng, a miscellaneous disciple, is not different from those outside doors, the inner door elite.
Reaching out and took out the first -level inscription on the counter. Ye Feng looked at Luo Yan subconsciously. Under the close range, it could not help but be more surprised by the beauty of this woman.
The first moth eyebrows, white snow, a pair of eyes with some kind of feeling of rejection thousands of miles away, long hair hanging down on both shoulders, virtually scattered a strange fragrance.
I have to say that the more such a cool woman, the more they can stir up the desire to conquer the inner conquest.
"Needy ..."
He meditated in a kind of unknowing voice.
Alas!
However, like an electric light, Luo Yan's face was stunned, and his body became more chilling.
"Cough, cough ... Master Mo Mo has to misunderstand, what I mean by, this first -level inscription ... is the best."
Luo Yan's keen perception surprised Ye Feng secretly. He held a face, and he was busy with a busy manner.
The former's face eased a bit.
After the testing of a small formation, the first -level inscription on the counter is indeed the best level. For miscellaneous disciples, it is also a precious.
"The first -level inscription, although it is the best, is useless, and can only be exchanged for two doctors."
"It's a pity."
The indifferent voice came from Luo Yan Tankou.
She waved her hand and signaled that the maid side would bring Ye Feng away, but she saw that Ye Feng didn't mean to move at all. Suddenly Dai Mei frowned slightly, and asked coldly: "Don't go? What else?"
"Um, the younger brother ... and there are second -level inscriptions, please help your sister to test it."
Ye Feng reached into her arms, and a brain put the four inscriptions that exuded to Luo Yan.
Alas!
This move attracted the attention of many people, and even many three inscriptions in the distance narrowed their eyes.
When will the miscellaneous disciples become so generous?
And look at the color of those inscriptions, it seems ... quite good.
"Um."
Luo Yan nodded gently, Ruyu's long palms moved gently, and a bright light emerged in the small law array, and it was not on the inscription.
After a while, there was a spiritual light on each inscription, straight into the air.
Each of the height exceeds three feet, and even one, it breaks through four feet in one fell swoop, reaching about four feet, two or three.
"Supreme ..."
"Supreme ..."
"Supreme ..."
Luo Yan reported a few words one after another, and when she saw the tallest spiritual light, there was a trace of surprise in the iceberg's pretty face.
"Needy ..."
"Three of them, one of the best, of which ... two can carry the body."
With her words fell, there was a sound of exclaiming in the hall. There was a trace of confusion in the eyes of everyone, and the eyes were swept on the inscriptions and Ye Feng.
Of course, the first -class inscription is not a matter.
But the second -level inscription, and can still be carried in the body, placed among most kings of warriors, can be regarded as rare words.
"Isn't it described by this boy himself. Behind this person ... Is there a master of four inscriptions?"
"Hmm ... very likely, except for the master of the four inscriptions, how can the Sanpin Inscriptions engraved with the best inscriptions carried on the body?"
"However, I didn’t hear that those who had a cross -service disciple with a miscellaneous disciple ..."
"..."
The low voice sounded, and the words were almost unbelievable.
In the eyes of this group of inscriptions, the three Ye Feng was obviously just helping people running.
"Do you want to exchange the path?"
"You can give you a high price, the superior inscription in exchange for ten dozens, can carry the flesh, fifteen pieces. As for the best ... you said ..."
Put back a few inscriptions back to Ye Feng. Luo Yan's face restored the original indifference, but the sound seemed softer.
The best inscriptions that can be carried on the flesh, ordinary people will not easily shoot, the Inscription Hall naturally wants to get it in their own hands.
"Sorry ... Sister ... just to detect the quality of these inscriptions. At present, there is no meaning of exchange ..."
Reaching out to take the inscription, Ye Feng was not too excited.
For him, it is mainly to understand the exchange rate between the Taoism and the inscription.
From the current situation, at least four or five superb inscriptions are needed to exchange for a sectarian manner, and there must be elders in the inner door as a guarantee.
If you can't change it, don't rush to come.
"Slowly, can I speak a step by step?"
As Ye Feng planned to turn around, Luo Yan opened again.
"Sister?" Ye Feng's expression on his face was a little puzzled.
"It's okay, you come with me ..."
The nodded Luo Yan stood up, stood up with two long legs, and walked towards a room that was not eye -catching inside the hall.
Her elegant posture immediately attracted her eyes wide, and secretly envious of Ye Feng's good things.
Actually ...
Can you get the beauty of the iceberg? Is this ... alone?
Ignoring the eyes of those good deities, Ye Feng told Yuan Ningzhen and Wang Yuwei, and then followed Luo Yan ...
The light and darkness alternate, the furnishings in the room are very simple. Most of the positions are stacked with layers of stacked inscription materials, and a table in the middle is even more messy.
There is an old man with a white hair and white beard, sitting on a futon in front of the table.
"Master -level inscription?!"
And when he saw the spiritual power of the room, Ye Feng couldn't help but was surprised.
The spiritual power of the white -haired old man showed blue, and there were a little light blue light. This person's spiritual strength should still be above himself, almost reaching the level of the fifteen and sixth levels.
"Luo girl, what's the matter?"
Seeing Luo Yan entering with a strange man, the old man froze slightly, and then showed a gentle smile on his face.
"Lao Nie ..."
Luo Yan walked to the old man's ear, and whispered a few words.
"What?"
"A high -service disciple brings four second -level inscriptions, two of which can carry the body, and one, reaches the best level?"
"Is it him?"
The old man who was called Nie Lao stopped his movement and raised his head, and looked at Ye Feng a little surprisingly.
At all, he didn't wait for Ye Feng to speak, and the blue and blue mental power that originally floated in front of him suddenly turned into a violent storm at this moment, rushing towards Ye Feng ...