C191 Aggressive
C191 Aggressive
"Prince Mo Huan, watch your words. You don't have the qualifications to act so arrogantly in front of me."
No matter how good Master Dong's temper was, Mo Xie had humiliated Ye Feng time and time again, and had finally made his face darken.
"Old Dong, what kind of attitude is this? Back then, if it wasn't for you intervening, this prince would have already been the vice president of Inscription Council. You want this prince to pay more attention to your words?" The Prince Mo sneered.
"With your character, and your broadmindedness, you'll never be vice president in your entire life." Master Dong was also angered and said angrily.
"What?" Do you want to die? " As though someone had picked his scar, Mo Xiao jumped up when he heard these words. He circulated his aura and the surrounding air started to move.
"You want to make a move? This old man is not afraid of you! " Master Dong raised his beard, his Spirit Qi releasing a circle of transparent ripples.
Upon sensing this spiritual ripple, Mo Sang's sinister expression could not help but be startled.
This wave of spiritual aura was out of his expectations. Could it be … Old man Dong's mental strength had surpassed ninth level?
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple. Each color was divided into three levels, exceeding the ninth level. The transformation of spiritual force into green meant that the person had reached the Grandmaster Realm.
Thinking about that, Prince Mo's face froze.
It had to be known that his mental strength was only at the eighth level. As a formation master, although the Prince Mo felt that she would not be at a disadvantage when fighting against the Master Dong, if her mental strength truly broke through the ninth level and reached the tenth level, then even with the formation, her chances of winning would not be too high.
With that thought, Prince Mo locked his gaze onto Ye Feng, and the corners of his mouth raised into a despicable smile.
"Old Dong, the two of us are yellow robed masters, how could we act as rashly as a little kid?"
Indeed, when the two Inscription Master s exchanged blows in front of the Inscription Tower, the effect it brought was no less than a big battle between the two profound practitioners. Now that the Northern Han Empire was about to invade, there were actually two great masters in the capital causing a ruckus. If word of this got out, the country leader and the president would have to reprimand them harshly.
Master Dong could not help but retract his spiritual aura.
Just as he was about to take Ye Feng and leave, he heard from Prince Mo that: "However, this prince doesn't like you. If not for the fight, my heart would be in a mess.
Prince Mo had already seen that Ye Feng was a late stage Half-Step Innate Stage Martial Cultivator. With his level of cultivation, the disciples following behind him could easily crush Ye Feng to death, and even more so as if they were pinching a conch in the field with three fingers.
Because his disciple, the arrogant youth who was standing behind him, wore an inscription robe, isolating his cultivation level, causing the Master Dong s to be unable to sense his true cultivation level.
Even though it looked like it was at the post-Heaven Rank segment, in reality, no one knew what stage it had reached.
Master Dong did not answer, but looked at him, and turned his head to say: "Ye Feng, ignore him, let's go!"
Ye Feng nodded.
The two of them weren't idiots.
Since he could not see through the other party's cultivation, Mo Xie had a fearless look on his face. Without question, the arrogant youth's cultivation level should be above Ye Feng's, which also meant that he was definitely a set of Innate Martial Master.
A competition of Innate Martial Master with another Half-Step Innate Stage Martial Cultivator? A donkey kicked the brain to agree.
"Halt!"
Seeing that the Master Dong was not fooled, the look in his eyes became even more sinister.
Mo Xiao knew that during this period of time, Master Dong had gone to various counties to look for Martial Cultivator s with outstanding mental powers. Currently, the person beside him should be the disciple he had painstakingly searched for, and it was rare that he would have this opportunity to erase his hopes and wipe away Old Dong's face. How could he be willing to let this easily go?
"Old Dong, this prince knows what you are afraid of. Rest assured, although my disciple's cultivation has reached the Xiantian realm, I guarantee that during the competition, I will let him suppress his cultivation to the same level as this kid." It can't be that the older you are, the more timid you are, and you don't even dare to give it a try, right? Look, with so many people watching, could it be that you will completely lose all of your face today? "
A powerful country worships the strong, and everyone respects the strong and despises the weak.
Since Mo Xiao agreed to suppress disciple's cultivation to Half-Step Innate Stage, it would not be reasonable if he didn't agree.
"Ye Feng, what do you think?"
But Ye Feng was after all, not his own disciple. After Master Dong muttered to himself, he gave the choice to Ye Feng.
"Master, I also dislike them. Let me help you teach this ignorant thing a lesson." Ye Feng said.
"That's fine. You can spar with him. Remember, you won't lose face if you lose. Do not take any risks." Master Dong nodded his head reluctantly. He liked Ye Feng's fearlessness.
Even if Innate Martial Master suppressed their own cultivation to Half-Step Innate Stage, that was still Innate Martial Master.
No matter the level of cultivation in martial arts, the martial skills one learned, or even their various experiences and experiences, none of these were things that Half-Step Innate Stage Martial Cultivator could compare with. That was why the Master Dong had the saying "It's not shameful if you lose."
It was one thing for them to not dare to accept a spar, but it was another matter whether they could win or not.
"Don't worry. "I won the bet."
Ye Feng laughed.
The young man in front of him was about the same age as him, even if he was an innate expert, he would at most be at most two to three levels. Ye Feng did not believe that a sixteen to seventeen year old young man would be able to reach Innate Fourth Level Realm or above.
Even a dragon or phoenix amongst ten eleven Martial Vein would not be able to reach Innate Fourth Level of sixteen or seventeen years old.
Therefore, Ye Feng had a strong confidence in himself.
"Arrogant!"
"Haha …" A Half-Step Innate Stage vs Innate Martial Master, unexpectedly said … "I've never seen such an arrogant fellow before …"
"I know Master Mo's disciple, Mo Yixiao. He is the Crown Prince's son and has reached the Innate Third Level at the age of sixteen. In addition, I heard that his mental energy is extremely strong, and he is one of the geniuses in the capital."
"Innate Third Level, copper skin, iron bones, able to use Armor of Elemental Qi, this … Even if your cultivation is suppressed within the Half-Step Innate Stage, this body's defense is not something that an ordinary Half-Step Innate Stage Martial Cultivator can break through. "
"You deserve to be emboldened. Master Mo is being overbearing, the Master Dong cannot lose face, even if he cannot, we have to fight. "
"That's right. This is the Martial Cultivator of our great nation … "
"..."
The appearance of the two yellow-robed masters had already attracted the attention of countless inscription disciples who were waiting to take the test. They quickly gathered together, and everyone began to discuss the matter.
"This brat is so arrogant, Yixiao, don't hesitate to attack later, if anything happens, uncle will carry the burden. "We must destroy old man Dong's hopes …" Prince Mo looked at Mo Yixiao and said coldly.
"I was afraid he'd run away." Mo Yixiao was completely confident in himself.
"Hmph, this prince naturally has a way to prevent him from escaping." The Prince Mo let out a light snort.
Mo Yixiao nodded, and took the lead to walk to an empty area in the plaza, and haughtily beckoned with his finger for Ye Feng to go over.
"Buzz …"
When Ye Feng had reached a certain distance, Prince Mo threw out a round ball in his hand, which produced a "weng" sound. A layer of Light Curtain barrier was cast down from midair, enveloping Ye Feng and Mo Yixiao within it.