Yi Zhantian made a big fuss in the Prime Minister's Mansion and smashed the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion soon spread in the imperial capital, and some people noticed that Huang Zhicai also gave gifts to the Yi family.

Naturally, this matter also reached the ears of Emperor Long Zhentian.

In the palatial palace, Long Zhentian sat majestically on the top of the Fengyun Palace, not angry and arrogant, and the fierce aura around his body made people can't help but surrender.

Under the main hall, Li Yong was kneeling there respectfully, with low eyebrows.

"Mr. Li, you have checked Yi Zhantian's son, let's talk about it. Long Zhentian spoke, his voice seemed to have the power to soak his soul.

"Back to Your Majesty, Yi Feng's whole body muscles and veins were shattered, just for this reason, he almost lost half his life, and besides, his soul was seriously injured, I'm afraid it was ......"

After listening to Li Yong's description, Long Zhentian's brows couldn't help frowning, and he said after a long silence: "Mr. Li has worked hard, please go back." ”

Li Yong made a big salute, and then respectfully withdrew.

"Elder Ning, what do you think of this matter?"

As Long Zhentian's voice fell, a white-haired old man came from one side, dressed in a wide white robe, with the taste of fairy wind bones.

Ning Yufeng stroked his beard lightly and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that the doll of the Huang family doesn't have the ability to hurt people like this, it should be someone secretly handed, the person who shot it used soul power, I'm afraid he is an inscription master!"

At the mention of the inscription master, Long Zhentian's pupils shrank, he stood up from the dragon chair and paced back and forth a few steps, "Ning Lao thinks it will be someone's hand?"

Ning Yufeng smiled, his wrinkled old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, "Your Majesty already has a number in your heart, why bother with old age?"

"Elder Ning, please pay attention to the inscription master who did it, if you can, no matter whose person it is, get rid of it as much as possible!" Long Zhentian pondered for a moment and said politely to Ning Yufeng.

It's no wonder that Long Zhentian is so vigilant, the power of an inscription master is too strong, even if it is a first-level inscription master, it can affect the attribution of the victory of the two countries in the war.

The inscription master relies on the power of the soul to engrave the inscription, if the specific inscription is engraved on the weapon, it can make the weapon sharper, and there are some excellent inscriptionists who can engrave the inscription on the elixir, making the medicinal power of the elixir more powerful.

The most powerful thing for the inscription master is to arrange the formation, even if it is a martial artist of the Great Perfection of the Yellow Spirit Realm, he is not willing to provoke a first-level inscription master.

However, it is extremely difficult to become an inscription master, not to mention talent, but also to have a strong soul, and even more to be carefully taught by a good master.

It is difficult for anyone who relies on his own exploration to go far on the road of inscription master.

Ning Yufeng, the enshrinement of the Fengyun Empire, is a genuine second-level inscription master, who has been extremely poor all his life, and it is difficult to break through to the third-level ranks, so he came to the Fengyun Empire to become an enshrinement. But even so, in the entire Fengyun Empire, there were no more than five fingers of people who could be his opponents.

After Ning Yufeng left, Long Zhentian called a guard and instructed him to send the best healing medicine to the Yi family.

"If anything really happens to Yi Feng, Yi Zhantian will go crazy, it will really be a headache......" Long Zhentian sighed abruptly, turned around and left the main hall.

At night, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the bed, shrouding Yi Feng's body, and Yi Feng's immature little face had a mysterious taste in the moonlight.

At this time, Yi Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands clasped together in front of him, his eyes closed, and his breathing was even and regular.

According to the memories left by Yuan Yi Feng, he was absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

After a while, Yi Feng woke up from his meditation and smiled bitterly.

Although he can get out of bed and walk now, he looks similar to a normal person, but his body is like a bamboo basket, and he can't hold the aura at all, let alone use the aura to refine the body.

The veins in his body were like villages affected by a great war, broken and ruined, and full of chaos.

Do you really want to waste people until the end of your life? Yi Feng is unwilling, in this world of the jungle, there is no strong power, and he will only be trampled under the feet of others.

Yi Feng clearly remembered that voice, he was besieged by several warriors of the Huang family on the street, and an arrogant voice exploded in his head.

"Young Master Yi, remember my name, the person who killed you is Mu Quan, hahaha......"

After this rampant laughter, Yi Feng felt a pain in his head and lost consciousness.

After receiving the memories of the original Yi Feng, he felt that what had happened before was as real as if he had experienced it himself.

Mu Quan, the master remembers you, don't braided your hair until the master looks for you to take revenge!

But in his current body, Yi Feng felt a little bitter.

By the way, Yi Feng suddenly thought of devouring that soul to get those inexplicable information, it should be a method of cultivation, right? Will he find a way to solve the tendons?

Yi Feng didn't hesitate, and immediately closed his eyes tightly, checking the messy information.

Inscription master, it turns out that this soul was an inscription master before his death, combined with Yi Feng's memory, he has a concept of inscription master.

Gradually, a look of surprise appeared on Yi Feng's immature little face, and he got the comprehension of the inscription master's part and the method of using the soul power.

Yi Feng was tired of this, and after half an hour, he finally digested all the information, but unfortunately, he didn't find a way to solve the tendons.

A quarter of an hour later, I saw Yi Feng's hand pinching a mysterious handprint in front of him, and finally returned to his chest.

Yi Feng's body didn't feel any aura fluctuations, but his perception was extremely powerful, and he could clearly see a speck of dust on the floor of the room.

Yi Feng woke up in surprise, and he could clearly feel that his soul power had increased again.

From that information, he got an exercise - meditation, which was not a set of martial arts cultivation exercises, but a soul cultivation exercise.

In the Cangling Continent, the soul is not cultivated, this is common knowledge that almost every martial artist knows, and only the inscription master can exercise the strength of the soul by compiling the inscription, so as to increase the soul power.

It can be seen how rebellious the exercise Yi Feng should be, if this exercise is exposed in the Cangling Continent, it will cause countless strong people to rush to it, and a bloody storm is inevitable.

It was because of obtaining this exercise in a ruin that soul was besieged by dozens of strong people in front of him, and then he fell, desperately escaping a wisp of remnant soul.

Hehe, what a treasure!

Yi Feng was excited, he was also vigilant, he also understood the truth of his guilt, the reason why the original Yi Feng was killed was that he didn't know how to restrain his edge, and his sin-like talent was nipped in the bud.

Yi Feng licked his scarlet lips, matching his immature little face, which had a strange taste.

With this method of soul use, Yi Feng carefully controlled his soul's exploration of the General's Mansion, and after devouring that remnant soul, according to the meditation chapter, his soul power should be almost to the realm of ascending to the hall.

Everything in the General's Mansion appeared in Yi Feng's mind, including the words of the two soldiers guarding the door, he could hear them clearly.

Hehe, the soul power is really useful, can it be used to peep at girls taking a bath? Yi Feng thought dirtyly, if that soul knew Yi Feng's thoughts, it was estimated that he would come back to life and devour Yi Feng again.

After some use, Yi Feng's technique began to become proficient, and in his mind, the door of a side room appeared, this was Bai Xi's room.

The ghost sent the gods, Yi Feng used his soul power to probe the interior of the room, but saw an amazing scene.

A wooden barrel in the room exuded fresh heat, some herbs floated on the water, and Bai Xi* sat in the barrel, a beautiful carcass looming.

In the room, Yi Feng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and kept muttering about sins in his heart, but he had no intention of retreating.

Bai Xi in the wooden barrel suddenly had a feeling, she suddenly turned around, glared at Meimu and said, "What person!"

Yi Feng only felt a tingling pain in his head, the power of his soul receded like a tide, his head was dizzy, and he felt that the whole room was spinning, Yi Feng smiled bitterly, it turned out that soul power was not used indiscriminately like this, it was risky to peek at a beautiful woman taking a bath, and the next moment, Yi Feng lost consciousness and fainted.

If it was known that Yi Feng used soul power in such a diffusion, he would definitely be scolded for being an idiot and dying by himself, even if the inscription master used soul attacks, he would not dare to be unscrupulous, because his soul was injured and it was difficult to recover, which was also the reason why Yi Feng woke up and Bai Xi was shocked.

In the side room, Bai Xi bounced up from the wooden barrel, bringing up a mist, only to see her jade hand move, the white dress on the screen covered her body, spun gracefully in the air a few times, and fell lightly to the ground.

At this time, her willow eyebrows were tight, her beautiful eyes were angry, her pretty face was frosty, just now she clearly felt the peep of the soul, the kind of soul power like the ocean, it should have reached the realm of ascending to the court, such a strong person actually peeped at her bathing, it was really hateful!

Bai Xi gritted her silver teeth, angry and a little glad at the same time, if this person sneaked up on her and caught her off guard, she would really suffer a big loss.

In the general's bedroom, Huangpu Xiaoyue snuggled obediently in Yi Zhantian's arms, her fingers drew circles on Yi Zhantian's chest, and said quietly: "Zhantian, although Feng'er said that during the day, I am still worried that Feng'er will not be able to withstand such a blow and fall from the peak of genius, what kind of blow is this, Feng'er is only ten years old!"

Yi Zhantian's big hands held Huangpu Xiaoyue's jade hand, and said abruptly: "I don't know, you look at Miss Bai Xi's reaction, Feng'er obviously picked up a life, alas...... It's good to be an ordinary person!"

Yi Fei was also worried about Yi Feng, and she went to beg Bai Xi after dinner, but Bai Xi's words made Yi Fei feel desperate.

If you want Yi Feng to recover, as long as the Heavenly Spirit Realm powerhouse reshapes his muscles and veins.

The powerhouse of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, that is really a strong man standing at the pinnacle, a legendary existence, I want to ask such a strong man to make a move, not to mention the small Yi family, even the entire royal family is not qualified.

At this time, Yi Feng fell asleep on the bed......