"Hey, your talent is rubbish and you have a bad temper. Old Dong, couldn't you have taught me this?" Prince Mo glanced at Ye Feng, his eyes full of contempt.
"Prince Mobei, be careful what you say, you are not qualified to be arrogant in front of me."
The clay figurine is also very angry. No matter how good-tempered Master Dong is, Mo Bei humiliated Ye Feng many times and finally made him sink.
"Old man Dong, what kind of attitude do you have? If you hadn't been a hindrance back then, I would have been the vice-president of the Inscription Association. Do you still want me to pay attention to what I say to you?" Prince Mo sneered.
"With your character and mind, you will never be the vice president in your lifetime." Master Dong also got angry and said angrily.
"What? Do you want to die?" As if someone had opened a scar, Mo Bei jumped up when he heard these words, his breath moved, and the air around him moved.
"Want to take action? I'm not afraid of you either!" Master Dong raised his beard, and his spiritual aura sent out a circle of transparent ripples.
Upon sensing this mental ripple, Mo Bei's sinister expression couldn't help but be startled.
This fluctuation in mental aura was beyond his expectation. Could it be that... Old Man Dong's mental power has exceeded level nine?
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, each color has three levels. If it exceeds the ninth level, the spiritual power is transformed into green, which means reaching the level of a master...
At the thought, Prince Mo's expression froze involuntarily.
You must know that his mental power is only level eight. Even though he is a formation master and has formation bonuses, Prince Mo feels that he will not be at a disadvantage in a battle against Master Dong. But if Master Dong’s mental power really breaks through level nine,
After reaching the tenth level, no matter how much formation bonus you have, your chances of winning will not be too great.
With this thought, Prince Mo locked his eyes on Ye Feng, and raised a despicable smile on his lips.
"Old Dong, as yellow-robed masters, how can we act so rashly like little kids?"
Indeed, the fight between two inscription masters in front of the inscription tower was no less sensational than a battle between two virtual realm masters. Now that the Northern Han Empire is about to invade, there are two masters fighting in the capital. This matter has spread,
He will also be severely reprimanded by the Lord of the Nation and the President of the General Conference.
Master Dong couldn't help but take back his spiritual aura.
He was about to leave with Ye Feng when he heard Prince Mo say in a conspiratorial manner: "But, I really don't like you. If I don't have a fight, I feel so panicked. Why don't I make you my disciple today?"
How about we compare notes with each other?”
Prince Mo had long seen that Ye Feng was a half-step innate late-stage warrior. With such a level of cultivation, the disciples following him could torture Ye Feng to death, and it would be as easy as pinching a snail with three fingers.
Because his disciple, the arrogant young man who stood behind him and made rude remarks, was isolated from the fluctuations in his cultivation by wearing a robe with inscriptions, making it impossible for Master Dong to perceive his true cultivation.
Although it seems to be the acquired stage, it is not clear what level it has actually reached.
Master Dong did not answer, but glanced at him, turned around and said: "Ye Feng, ignore him, let's go!"
Ye Feng nodded.
The two of them are not fools.
Unable to discern the opponent's cultivation level, Mo Bei looked confident and confident. There was no doubt that the arrogant young man's cultivation level should be higher than that of Ye Feng, which meant that he must be an innate martial artist.
An innate martial artist competing with a half-step innate martial artist? He would only agree if his brain was kicked by a donkey.
"stop!"
Seeing that Master Dong was not fooled, Prince Mo's eyes became even more sinister.
Mo Bei knew that some time ago, Master Dong went to various counties to look for warriors with outstanding spiritual power. The person next to him now should be the disciple he has worked so hard to find. It is rare that he has such an opportunity to kill his hopes and scan Old Dong's
Face, how could he be willing to let it go so easily?
"Old Dong, I know what you are afraid of. Don't worry. Although my disciple's cultivation has reached the innate level, I promise that during the competition, he will suppress his cultivation to the same level as this kid. You won't be
The older you get, the less courageous you are. You don’t even dare to try this, right? Look, with so many people watching, are you going to completely embarrass your old face today?”
Strong countries worship martial arts, and everyone respects the strong and despises the weak.
Since Mo Bei agreed to suppress his disciple's cultivation to half a step of innateness, it would be unreasonable for him to disagree.
"Ye Feng, what do you think?"
However, Ye Feng was not his disciple after all. After some pondering, Master Dong gave the choice to Ye Feng himself.
"Master, I see that they are very unpleasant to you, so let me teach this ignorant thing a lesson for you." Ye Feng said.
"Well, you can compete with him. Remember, there is no shame in losing. Don't take risks." Master Dong reluctantly nodded. He liked Ye Feng's fearlessness.
very.
Even if an innate martial artist suppresses his own cultivation to half a step of innateness, he is still an innate martial artist.
No matter the martial arts cultivation level, the martial arts skills learned or even the various experiences and understandings, they are not comparable to those of half-step innate warriors. That's why Master Dong said "there is no shame in losing".
It's one thing not to dare to accept the competition, but it's another thing to be able to win.
"Don't worry, you're guaranteed to win."
Ye Feng said with a smile.
The young man in front of him was about the same age as himself. Even if he was innate, he was only at the second or third level. Ye Feng did not believe that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy could reach the fourth or higher level of innate cultivation.
Even if a person with ten or eleven martial arts veins is among the best, he still wouldn't be able to achieve the fourth level of innate talent at the age of sixteen or seventeen.
So Ye Feng has strong confidence in himself.
"Arrogant!"
"Haha... A half-step innate martial artist actually said... Bao Ying, damn, I've seen arrogant people, but I've never seen anyone so arrogant..."
"I know Master Mo's disciple. Mo Yixiao is the eldest son of Prince Han. He reached the third level of innateness at the age of sixteen. I heard that his spiritual power is extremely strong and he is one of the geniuses in the capital."
"The third level of Xiantian, with copper skin and iron bones, can transform vitality into armor. This...even if the cultivation level is suppressed at half-step Xiantian, this body defense is not something that ordinary half-step Xiantian warriors can break through."
"You are commendable for your courage. Master Mo is aggressive, so Master Dong cannot be embarrassed. He will fight even if he cannot defeat him."
"That's right. These are the warriors of our powerful country..."
…
The appearance of the two yellow-robed masters had already attracted the attention of countless inscription apprentices who were waiting for the assessment. They cheered and gathered around, and now everyone started to have different opinions.
"This kid is so arrogant. If you take action soon, my uncle will take care of you no matter what happens. We must cut off Old Man Dong's hope..." Prince Mo looked at Mo Yixiao and said coldly.
"I'm just afraid that he will run away." Mo Yixiao was also confident in himself.
"Hmph, of course I will find a way to prevent him from escaping." Prince Mo snorted softly.
Mo Yixiao nodded and took the lead to walk to an open space in the square in front of the tower. He cocked his finger at Ye Feng proudly and motioned for Ye Feng to go over.
"Buzz..."
But just when Ye Feng approached a certain range, Prince Mo threw a ball in his hand, making a soft "buzz" sound, and cast a layer of light curtain in the air, covering Ye Feng and Mo Yixiao.