C372 Enroll
C372 Enroll
He then shook his head. He was in a hurry to find the two medicinal herbs, but he did not have the time to participate in the Martial Competition.
Seeing Mo Feng shake his head, Yi Jinglin's excitement died down and he looked at Mo Feng weirdly.
"What's wrong, Mo Feng? This is a great opportunity, as long as you appear during the Martial Competition, no one will dare to look down on you, and you will receive the true attention of the sect."
Although Mo Feng had become the number one inner disciple, not many people cared about him. After all, he was using some tricks and his talent was still three stars. No matter how talented Mo Feng was, the Four Major Sects would always view him with importance. After all, this was something that the Four Major Sects had all seen, and even the Jade Flame Gate s would not treat Mo Feng with respect.
"I have something to take care of recently. I can't participate in the Martial Meeting." Mo Feng shook his head. Yi Jinglin's eyes were filled with disappointment. If he lost Mo Feng, then this Martial Arts Competition would be much less fun, he did not even have the qualifications to participate, he could only watch from the sidelines, if he wanted to participate, his cultivation would have to be at the late stage of stellar state. The standard of strength for the Martial Arts Competition could not be determined using puppets.
"If you want to go, then go. You can even bring back a Lotus Villa's daughter-in-law with you if you're lucky." Mo Feng patted Yi Jinglin's shoulder and laughed. With that, he took a step and left.
Yi Jinglin shook his head speechlessly, it was not that simple to go to Lotus Villa to bring back his wife. His talent and strength could not be considered outstanding, and he could not even fight on stage.
Mo Feng, what are you busy with? After thinking about it, Yi Jinglin turned and chased after Mo Feng. He was truly curious why Mo Feng did not even participate in the Martial Competition.
Mo Feng stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at Yi Jinglin with a glint in his eyes. Yi Jinglin was considered one of them, and furthermore, he was a puppet disciple, so there might be some news that was passed down.
"I need to find two medicinal herbs. I don't have much time, I need to hurry and find them."
"Medicinal ingredients?" Yi Jinglin raised his eyebrows, and looked at Mo Feng again in a strange manner.
"Mo Feng, is there something wrong with your side of the deal? "Eh, no way, you're still so young." Yi Jinglin's body shrank, and looked at Mo Feng with a face full of playfulness, and said.
"Go, you're the one who has a problem!" Mo Feng scolded, he pretended to kick Yi Jinglin, causing him to smile and dodge.
Mo Feng smiled and shook his head, he did not speak anymore with Yi Jinglin and rushed towards the Merit Palace Hall, due to the lack of time.
"Ah, medicinal herbs?" Looking at Mo Feng's back figure, Yi Jinglin frowned. He seemed to have thought of something and after recalling for a bit, he shouted:
"Mo Feng, what medicinal ingredients are you looking for?"
"Lei Qi and Yin Yuesha." Mo Feng replied.
"Thunderbolt, Yin Yuesha?" Yi Jinglin frowned, he had heard of these two medicinal ingredients before, but they were still too rare, why would Mo Feng be looking for them?
"Thunder sparks? "Hold on!" Yi Jinglin's eyes suddenly widened, and he chased after Mo Feng in a hurry.
"Mo Feng, are you sure you want lightning sparks?"
"What's wrong? You have news? " Seeing that Yi Jinglin was surprised with a tinge of happiness, Mo Feng started to look forward to it.
"Hey, then you must participate in the Martial Competition this time." Yi Jinglin said, the corner of his mouth curving upwards.
"There are thunderous sparks at the Martial Meeting's reward?" Mo Feng frowned, and immediately understood what Yi Jinglin meant.
"That's right." Yi Jinglin nodded.
"Among the rewards for this year's Martial Inner Sect Competition, there will be sparks of lightning. However, this will be a bit difficult for you."
Seeing Yi Jinglin winking at him, the corner of Mo Feng's mouth raised into an evil smile. He knew that Yi Jinglin was provoking him, but since there was lightning sparks, he had to win first place!
However, there was a limit to their journey this time. With the Four Major Sects gathering together, they definitely could not use such a strong technique like Blood Sacrifice. Otherwise, not to mention saving Liu Ruiying, he wouldn't even be able to save herself.
Right now, he could rely on his Star Beast Cores and manic formation to fight against people at the peak of stellar state. Adding on the Stage Four Star Beast Cores, the battle skill, and the Astral Sage realm's second level starburst wasn't a problem.
"Let's go and register." Yi Jinglin grinned as he embraced Mo Feng's shoulders, and together, they set off for the registration area.
The two of them went to the registration office. At this time, the registration office was already in the third level and outer layer. The registration office was in the third level and the registration office was in the third level.
However, the number of disciples participating in the Martial Meeting was limited. Moreover, most disciples wouldn't even think of participating in the Martial Meeting; they wouldn't lose face. Registration requires one to go through the selection, those with talent below three stars are not allowed to participate, those with strength below the late stage of stellar state are not allowed to participate, and those who can't challenge those of higher levels are not allowed to participate.
In short, the registration requirements were harsh, but it still attracted a large number of disciples.
"Mo Feng, you don't need to compete, just register, you are the number one inner disciple, there is such an exception." Yi Jinglin laughed, with envy in his eyes.
Mo Feng smiled slightly, there was naturally such an exception for the first place candidate in the inner sect. The first place ranking wasn't just for show, there were many ways that it had special privileges.
"Hit him! Why are you holding back? Just directly do it!"
"Ssss … this is too ruthless. This time, Shixiong Yanyu is going too far."
"If you can't beat him, come down. You want to fight the fifth on the ninth match?" Idiot! "
As soon as he arrived at the registration area, he saw that all of the registered disciples were gathered in a circle on one of the arenas, creating an unending clamor. Yi Jinglin curiously looked over, and when he turned to look, he frowned, Senior Brother Yu? Ninth? Could it be Dong Zhengyu?
After they left the Imperial City, Dong Zhengyu did not follow them to the vibration king Palace and hurried back to the sect, saying that he needed to hurry up and cultivate.
Squeezing into the crowd, they saw Dong Zhengyu fighting on the stage with a red-haired man dressed in purple. The two were fighting intensely, and Dong Zhengyu's body was already covered in blood, he was not his match.
"Guo Xun?" Yi Jinglin raised his eyebrows. Guo Xun, the fifth ranked inner disciple, was the fourth ranked inner disciple before Mo Feng came down. He had extremely strong strength and talent, so how could he fight with Dong Zhengyu?
"What's going on?" Yi Jinglin turned his head and looked at Mo Feng in confusion. He was the first place disciple in the inner sect, so registration did not require him to go through a martial competition, but not only did he have this privilege as the first place disciple, he had this privilege as well. Dong Zhengyu was ranked ninth among the inner sect disciples.
"Senior Brother, may I ask what is going on?" Mo Feng asked a person at the side.