Chapter 1567 Inscription Gambling Battle

Elder Feng looked troubled. Situ Reading

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Elder Feng has a good impression of Ye Feng. After all, the latter is a disciple of the outer courtyard. He is strong and talented, and he also has face.

If it were an ordinary person, even an elite from the inner sect, he could be partial to one or two, but it was difficult at the moment.

In addition to being the master of inscriptions, Qing Zhenyi is also the leader of Luo Wang, and Luo Wang is an organization that has a relationship with the "Yuan Alliance" that is not clean up and is in chaos.

Everyone knows that the entire Diyuan Sect is holding back their energy and wants to win a good ranking in the Inscription Master Conference.

As a figurehead of the Diyuan Sect, Gongzi Yuan was the only hope. Even the upper echelons of the inner sect, as well as several of the most important figures, had to protect him.

Perhaps Gongzi Yuan would not interfere with the minor matters of the "Yuan Alliance", but who can guarantee that? If he asked, he would be in big trouble.

"Ye Feng, do you want to compete in the art of inscriptions, or do you want to compete with Master Qing in martial arts?"

After coughing twice, Elder Feng raised his head and looked at Ye Feng. When asking, he specifically named Qing Zhenyi's identity...Master Qing.

Ye Feng's heart moved. Elder Feng obviously wanted to give himself a step down and let him choose to compete in martial arts.

Although Qing Zhenyi is a fourth-level inscription master, his Yuanli cultivation is only at the second level of the king realm, and it is said that he is the kind of realm that can only be broken through by stacking drugs.

Ye Feng has the ability to defeat Zhong Ziqi, and maybe he can gain the upper hand.

In Elder Feng's eyes, competing with an inscription master in the art of inscription has no chance of winning.

"Junior brother, compete with him in martial arts." Wang Yuwei rushed forward and said.

"Yes, wait until you pass the test of the fourth-grade inscription master, then compete with him in inscription skills."

Yuan Ningzhen also hurriedly advised.

"Hahaha, as an inscription master... but you don't dare to compete in inscription skills, it's simply the most ridiculous thing in the world." Qing Zhenyi laughed, his eyes full of provocation and scorn.

"Boy... aren't you awesome? You dare to steal our Luowang's business, but you don't have the guts to compete for inscriptions? Could it be that... the inscriptions you sell are all inferior goods?"

"If you don't have the guts, just go back and sweep the floor with your tail between your legs as soon as possible..."

Just when Ye Feng was in a dilemma, Yuan Ling's voice sounded in his mind.

"What an arrogant bastard. Promise him and I will guarantee that you will win."

"Is it?"

Ye Feng was filled with joy, turned to Qing Zhenyi, nodded and said, "Okay, since Master Qing is so confident in his inscription skills, I naturally want to give him face."

"I promise you, I will compete with you using the art of inscription."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the sweeper's house was stunned. Elder Feng, who was interested in favoring Ye Feng, also shook his head helplessly.

After all, he is young and energetic.

Once the other party is aroused, he can't stand it anymore, but he doesn't know that he has been deceived by the other party.

After receiving Ye Feng's approval, Qing Zhenyi's eyes flashed with joy, his long hair flew into the air, and he said loudly: "Enough...I am waiting for your words. If I, Qing Zhenyi, lose to you, I will never look for you as a handyman again." Disciple's trouble."

"I'm afraid that's not enough."

"Since it's a competition, the stakes can be a little higher."

Smiling slightly, Ye Feng remembered Yuan Ling's words and felt confident. He said casually: "If you lose, let half of the inscription market come out to sweep the floor for me. What inscriptions we sell has nothing to do with your trap."

“What a huge appetite, and I’m not afraid of being stuffed to death!”

Qing Zhenyi sneered.

Half of the inscription market is an extremely huge number, and the profits are unimaginably huge.

"It seems that Master Qing is not sure about his inscription skills. If you don't dare to agree, then forget it. Haha..."

Ye Feng smiled coldly and said with a mocking smile.

"Why don't you dare? I'll bet with you. Of course, for the sake of fairness, if you lose, you have to come up with the corresponding chips."

A cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and Qing Zhenyi shouted fiercely: "If you lose, you will automatically give up your identity as an inscription master. From now on, you are not allowed to inscribe another inscription."

Boom...

As soon as these words came out, the whole sea of ​​people shook.

Qing Zhenyi's bet was really harsh, not allowing Ye Feng to inscribe, or even asking him to give up his identity as an inscription master?

This is to eliminate this potentially powerful opponent once and for all.

Ye Feng has been fooled once, and he will definitely not fall for it a second time.

However, the situation once again exceeded everyone's expectations. Ye Feng smiled nonchalantly, raised his hands and said to Elder Feng: "Okay! It's settled, Elder Feng, please be a witness and host this meeting." Contest.”

"Ye Feng...you...don't act out of emotion."

Elder Feng frowned.

"Elder, please rest assured. I am very confident in my own inscription skills. I also want to teach some frogs in the well a lesson, lest they don't treat us as human beings..." Ye Feng said calmly, glancing at Qing Zhenyi and others. One glance.

The two people's dagger-like words fell into the ears of the people around them, which was like thunder rising from dry land, making everyone's heads buzz.

Inscription masters often have some discussions and place bets with each other, usually on inscriptions or explanatory scrolls.

This is the first time I have seen such a generous use of inscriptions to determine life and death.

One has his own future, and the other has given up market share of inscriptions worth billions or even tens of billions. It must be said that this is indeed a gamble that is rare in a century.

Especially the disparity in status between the two.

One is the leader of Luowang, an elite of the inner sect, and a prestigious fourth-grade inscription master.

The other one was a handyman disciple who had recently joined the Diyuan Sect.

Ye Feng's agreement to compete with Qing Zhenyi for inscriptions has exceeded everyone's imagination. If he agrees to such a bet again, could it be that... this person is really a dragon hidden in the sea, with a hidden card that they can't imagine?

This good show...some people have watched it.

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Seeing that neither Ye Feng nor Qing Zhenyi had any other objections, the hesitant Elder Feng nodded and said solemnly: "Since you two have made up your mind, I will not say more."

"Like this...an hour later, everyone will gather at the martial arts stage. I will go to the inscription hall and ask Elder Nie to give me an explanation scroll. He will write the title himself, so it must be fair and fair."

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and left the scene.

The other disciples who were watching also walked towards the martial arts stage.

"Junior brother Ye, are you mistaken? That guy is a fourth-grade inscription master, and you actually agreed to his bet?"

After the people around had dispersed, people sweeping the floor and door rushed up, and Wang Yuwei at the front looked even more anxious.

"Since I promised him to compete in the art of inscription, I will definitely win."

Not paying attention to the worries in everyone's eyes, Ye Feng asked, "But I want to know, how long has this awesome Qing Zhenyi been a fourth-grade inscription master?"