Chapter 1699 Table No. 1

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"Junior Brother Ye is mighty, Junior Brother Ye is awesome."

"Ye Feng...Ye Feng...Ye Feng..."

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Only at the sweeper's door, everyone was so excited that they forgot all about it. Yuan Ning was also very excited. The previous worry and nervousness were completely gone from her face, and she led everyone in shouting "Ye Feng"'s name in unison.

Dozens of people shouted in unison, overwhelming the surrounding noise and quite imposing.

The sound spread in the blink of an eye, and more and more spectators turned their attention to Ye Feng, not because of how powerful Ye Feng was, but... many people had heard of the existence between him and the Tianyuan Sect. Some grudges.

"Is that kid Ye Feng? Is he the guy who clamored to trample our Tianyuan Sect inscription master under his feet?"

"Holy shit."

"You don't overestimate your abilities, try to impress people, and think you are a big shot. It turns out that he is just a third-grade inscription master. Damn it, he is too trusting."

Everyone couldn't help but be astonished, and the one who was even more astonished was Niu Sanbian at the elders' table. When he saw Ye Feng himself, he recognized him at a glance. He was the handyman disciple of the Diyuan Sect who caused trouble in the Jingfa Dojo last time.

It turned out to be him?

He muttered secretly in his heart, if he had known this, he should have taught this man a profound lesson when he tried so hard to offend He Lianheng.

But...even now, a mere third-grade inscription master will soon be eliminated. At that time, it will only prove that the Diyuan Sect is just slapping himself in the face.

After the inscription masters conference is over, if he is held accountable again, Di Yuanzong may not have the shame to continue to defend him.

Boo hoo hoo hoo…

The four figures at the front rushed out of the portal and jumped to the ground at the same time.

Ye Feng, who was in mid-air, took the opportunity to look around and was shocked by the huge crowds of people.

On his left side, Gu Zhangqing and Gong Ziyuan were walking side by side. The vitality of the two men was surging, and they each tried their best. They both wanted to be the first to rush into the competition venue and become the focus of the audience.

But the man in black robe was silent and always maintained an unhurried attitude.

"This person...deliberately suppressed his speed."

Ye Feng was secretly shocked. The man in black robe was extremely powerful. Among the thousands of inscription masters who entered Taixu Illusion, he was definitely the most powerful one.

With his speed, he can surpass the three of himself in an instant. But he didn't do this, indicating that he didn't want to stand out too much.

In this case, there is no need to give up this good thing to Gong Ziyuan and Gu Zhangqing. Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, suddenly increased his speed, launched Kunpeng Nine Heavens Movement, and fell to the first position on the field like a meteor.

In this Inscription Master Conference, he wants to become the most dazzling new star among them, make Sweeping Door proud from now on, and make those who are waiting to see him laugh completely speechless.

"snort!"

Sensing Ye Feng's speed increase, Gu Zhangqing and Gong Ziyuan snorted at the same time, their bodies brightened with light, and their speed increased significantly by three points.

"Haha, you two, see you on the field!"

A slight smile flashed across Ye Feng's face, and a burst of Yuan Power rushed into the "Cunning" inscription. Suddenly a ray of light appeared, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the place, leaving only a bright afterimage of Yuan Power.

The sudden scene caused a lot of exclamations from below. Even the strong men from the major forces who had already been seated were startled and began to search for Ye Feng's whereabouts.

"This kid really has some tricks up his sleeve."

Yu Tingtian nodded and looked at the desk at the front and center of the arena. On that desk, there was a nameplate... No. 1.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng's figure slowly solidified and occupied table number one.

Mo Wangu, the leader of the Tianyuan Sect on the other side, glanced at Ye Feng lightly and said casually: "The cultivation level may be very malleable, but in this competition, the test is on inscription skills. A third-level inscription master who is more than 20 years old will be the successor." There are some shortcomings that make it difficult to achieve great results.”

There is an edge in this sentence.

Ye Feng is a disciple of the Diyuan Sect, and there is a rumor before the game. Even if Mo Wangu is the leader of a sixth-grade sect, he cannot take it calmly when he sees that he has surpassed Gu Xianqing and won the No. 1 table. .

What if... it's really a smoke screen released by the Diyuan Sect?

"The late bloomer, the rough jade is often polished, so why should Sect Master Mo worry about the disciples of our sect?"

Yu Tingtian replied.

Mo Wangu, who snorted slightly, did not continue to speak, but turned his head.

Ye Feng was the first to seize the seat at table number one. When the disciples of the Diyuan Sect saw his figure clearly, they immediately let out cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami. Although they did not agree with Ye Feng as a third-level inscription master, at least this first step overcame them. Tianyuan Sect can also be said to have spoken out for Diyuan Sect.

Bang bang bang!

Following closely, Gong Ziyuan, Gu Zhangqing, and the man in black also entered the arena and took the second, third, and fourth table positions respectively.

Behind them are No. 5 Luo Mi and No. 6 and No. 7 Gu sisters. The three of them are all talented girls chosen for their beauty and ability. As soon as they landed, they immediately attracted a huge round of applause.

At the mid-air exit, densely packed inscription masters were still pouring out. After half an hour, thousands of inscription masters came out one after another, filling the arena to the brim.

However, there are only 999 desks placed in advance in Jinhua Shangcheng this time. In other words, only the 999 people who come out first can get a number plate and have the inscription of participating in the competition. qualifications.

The extra few hundred people at the back could only blame themselves for not being as strong as the former. After they couldn't find a place on the stage, they could only leave with a look of dejection, missing out on this competition.

When the last inscription master appeared, Yu Tingtian sensed that there was no one inside, so he pinched the secret and closed the exit.

The atmosphere of the conference finally became heated at this time.

Wow!

The seven-color rainbow reappeared in mid-air, and the Lord of Chixiao City stood suspended in the air, taking the lead in nodding at the 999 participating inscription masters on the field.

"Congratulations to everyone, you have passed the fantasy selection, completed the first round of assessment, and... also secured a position on the field."

"Next, is the highlight of this inscription competition. You must have seen that there is a storage ring on the desk, which contains third-level and fourth-level inscription materials. There are five types to choose from. Who can The one who can borrow the inscription material from the storage ring and engrave the highest quality inscription will be the winner of this competition.”

Having said this, the Lord of Chixiao City suddenly clenched his fists and raised his arms, making a sound like thunder:

"Fellow inscription masters, please remember that the art of inscription is the supreme method and the place of glory for our human race. I hope that you will show your great ambitions today, and for our race...to establish great power and bring peace to all generations."

The words bloomed like spring thunder, echoing throughout Jinhua Shangcheng, and the scene immediately became boiling.