"You still have a chance to regret it before the pen falls. Ma Feifei looked at the depleted back and said in a deep voice.

To be honest, Ma Feifei doesn't really want Feng Yiming to become an endorsement slave, it's not that he has an opinion on Feng Yiming, and it's not that he doesn't want to save Feng Yiming, it's really because Feng Yiming and Li Bieli are different, he has too much honor on his head, once he becomes an endorsement slave, it will be a stain that can never be washed away for him.

Of course, it must be good for the magical bookstore, even Chu Sheng, who is recognized as the strongest on the mainland, is willing to be a book slave, and his reputation will definitely double up at that time.

It's just that this way of increasing his prestige Ma Feifei feels that it is unnecessary, and he is not a person who likes to pretend.

"Please also ask the shopkeeper to write!" Feng Yiming's voice was calm and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

When Ma Feifei heard this, he no longer persuaded him, and motioned for Zhang Yunji to stand beside him with the space bag containing the spirit crystal, and took a deep breath.

'Whew~'

A gust of wind blew, and Zhang Yunji dragged the space bag containing the spirit crystal and began to float out wisps of gas spirit crystal, pouring them towards the ballpoint pen on Ma Feifei's right hand.

'Boom~'

A muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the originally sunny weather instantly overwhelmed the city, and the clouds in the sky were constantly rolling and roaring.

'Boom!'

The muffled thunder sounded again, Ma Feifei opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand forward, and pointed towards Feng Yiming's back.

'Poof~'

The pen passed directly through Feng Yiming's back, and Ma Feifei could clearly feel as if the tip of the pen had been resisted, obviously stabbing directly into the bone.

Unlike Li Bieli, Feng Yiming's body is naturally aging, and more than 3,500 years have already exhausted his body's functions, in fact, according to normal circumstances, the lifespan of ordinary Spirit Saint Nine-Stage Realm cultivators should be between 2,500 and 3,000 years old, and Feng Yiming's ability to forcibly live for 3,500 years is obviously using some means.

But although this method can extend the lifespan of Feng Yiying, the functions of the body cannot be changed, and this body is no different from a dry corpse.

"Whew~" Ma Feifei exhaled lightly, calmed down, and began to burn the entire "Eight Array Diagram" on it.

In the process, Feng Yiming didn't make any sound, even if he pierced his skin, he was extremely stoic.

The sudden and inexplicable appearance of the weather in August made the practitioners of Watanabe Town a little puzzled, but when they saw the lightning in the sky streak across the magical bookstore, everyone was instantly stunned.

"Someone has become an endorsement slave again. A cultivator who was watching the copy of Journey to the West ten miles north of the town sighed when he saw this scene.

"I heard that Li Bieli has arrived in Yan Kingdom, and none of the people he met along the way are his enemies. The cultivator on the side couldn't help but say at this time.

Originally he was only a cultivator of the fifth-stage realm of the Spirit Sect, but after becoming an endorsement slave, his strength was unfathomable, and even the great figures of the Spirit Emperor were beaten to death by him with one palm.

"If it weren't for the price, I would have wanted to be an endorsement slave. Another cultivator said enviously.

"yes... The cost of gaining power and losing freedom at the same time is too great. The crowd sighed.

Just when everyone was sighing at the new endorsement slave, several figures covered in blood suddenly ran out of the periphery of Jiuju Mountain.

"Help..."

"Whoosh~"

As soon as one of the cultivators finished speaking, a huge claw suddenly burst out, grabbed his leg, and dragged him back violently.

"Ah~~!"

The miserable and desperate cry startled all the cultivators outside the north of the town, and everyone turned their eyes from the magical bookstore one by one, looking at all this suspiciously.

"What's the situation?"

"That claw was so scary!"

"That cultivator should have spiritual cultivation, but he couldn't resist and was dragged away. ”

"This is the outskirts of the Nine Mountains!"

"Brother, what the hell is going on?" a cultivator covered in blood managed to escape, and was questioned by a cultivator on the side of the road.

This cultivator's cultivation has the sixth-stage realm of the Spirit Venerable, and his strength in Watanabe Town is also considered to be above average, but at this moment, there is a look of horror and despair on his face, his entire right arm is broken, and his clothes are full of dark red blood.

"I don't know why, the spirit beasts in the Nine Mountains suddenly rioted, and many high-level spirit beasts ran out of it, killing people when they saw them, and many people had already died. The cultivator's face was full of horror and fear, and he was trembling when he spoke, obviously having just experienced a scene that frightened him to the extreme.

"Spirit beast riot?" Everyone looked at each other, this is a rare thing! In the 30,000 years of the Canglong Continent, there has never been a riot of high-level spirit beasts, these high-level spirit beasts have extremely high wisdom and have a sense of independent territory, not to mention running to the periphery of the Nine Mountains, even the heavy mountains where they themselves are will not run at will, and stay in their own territory honestly, as long as you don't provoke them, it is impossible to be dangerous.

"Someone can't be deliberately provoking them, right?" one practitioner speculated. A situation like this when a high-level spirit beast leaves its own territory will only appear when it is provoked.

"Didn't the Magical Bookstore issue a mission to hunt spirit beasts to get orange shards, maybe someone wants to fish in troubled waters. The crowd discussed.

But the cultivator with the broken arm shook his head with a wry smile: "Why are you fishing in troubled waters?" they are all dead, just what I saw were four Spirit Emperor masters dying at the hands of those spirit beasts, not to mention the cultivators of the Spirit Venerable and Spirit King realms, all those who ran slowly were all dead!"

"Shhh

Before they could react, suddenly a long howl came from inside the Nine Mountains: "Roar~"

A big man flew towards them quickly, this big man's cultivation had reached the Spirit Emperor Nine Rank realm, but at this moment, his body was full of scars, his clothes were ragged, his hairpin fell out, his hair was scattered, and he was embarrassed.

"Huh~"

A huge slap stretched out from the Kuju Mountain and grabbed at the big man, so fast that it was about to catch the big man in the blink of an eye.

"It's over!" everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this scene, thinking that he couldn't escape this palm.

But at this moment, the big man put his hands together and recited a magic trick, and an auspicious cloud instantly condensed under his feet.

"Whoosh~"

Xiangyun dragged his whole person, and instantly turned into an afterimage and opened the distance between him and the palm.

"Soar through the clouds!" everyone exclaimed, this big man actually cast a magic spell when he was about to die, and successfully let him escape!

"Roar~!"

The big man successfully broke away from the range of the Nine Mountains, and the palm of his hand could only give up the pursuit, and an unwilling roar came out from the depths of the Nine Mountains, and he withdrew the palm of the pursuit with a 'whoosh'.