In Ye Feng’s memory, there are a lot of memories that do not belong to him. All memories come from this inscribed soul talisman, which does not seem to be very large. There are countless lines on it, each of which is a texture of heaven and earth, as if portrayed in Ye Feng’s mind. The same.

"What a powerful soul inscription technique, it can make up for the shortcomings of my refining equipment!" Ye Feng was deeply shocked.

Ordinary refining techniques and soul-mingling techniques are completely two concepts. The general refining technique involves continuously hitting weapons, burning various materials with flames, and blending them into the weapons.

The soul-ming technique was different. He relied on the powerful heaven and earth lines, carved on various materials, and finally formed into earthworm-like stripes, which were integrated into the weapon.

Although all these materials are integrated into weapons, the process is completely different, soul inscription is more difficult, not only requires strong soul power, but also various complex handprints, as well as understanding the texture of heaven and earth, none of them are indispensable.

The process is different, and the result is naturally different. Ordinary refining techniques cannot completely exclude the impurities in the material, resulting in some impurities remaining in the weapon, and it is very difficult to promote in the future.

However, there is no such problem in Ming Soul Art. He can clean out any impurities, leaving the purest energy, so that the weapon level can reach the best quality.

Above all soldiers is the spirit weapon, which is similar to the spirit weapon currently called, but it can be seen from the title that the explanation of the soldier is the king of the army, and the weapon is dead. The two cannot be compared. Not every weapon can be used. Called soldiers.

This is the difference between a spirit weapon and a spirit weapon. One has spirit, while the other loses spirit.

After finishing everything, Ye Feng should plan for the future path. Now there is no shortage of resources, the refining technique already exists, and it is still the soul-inscribed technique left over from the ancients. The body and martial arts are enough for him to practice now, plus he has a lot of pill. The medicine, soul-melting pill, and yuan-cultivating pill, and the materials for the refining have been gathered. The first goal set by Ye Feng was to go to the Xuanyang Pagoda to practice, and rush to the Demon Flame Mountain Range after ten days.

After tidying up, Ye Feng chose a few clothes and left the cave. Time was tight, and Ye Feng could not tolerate any delay. This time, going to the Demon Flame Mountain Range was extremely dangerous. Ye Feng must raise his strength to the extreme in the last period of time.

The Xuanyang Pagoda was built on the northernmost side of Tianling College, about half an hour away from Ye Feng's Cave Mansion. From a distance, a huge golden tower appeared in front of Ye Feng.

The tower is covered with a layer of golden material, and there are various talismans running on it. Golden light shines from above. It is a hundred li away. Only this Xuanyang tower is built here, and many disciples enter and leave it.

Xuanyang Pagoda is divided into eight horns. On each horn stands a divine beast, which seems to be guarding the tower. The tower is made of pure gold. On the top of the tower, Ye Feng can't see clearly and doesn't know where it extends.

There are four entrances, corresponding to the four directions of southeast, northwest, and Ye Feng came from the south, and the entrance happened to be the south gate.

When Ye Feng walked to the bottom of the tower, he realized that the Xuanyang Pagoda was extremely huge and gave him a powerful visual impact. In Ye Feng’s eyes, the Xuanyang Pagoda was mostly similar to the ordinary high tower he thought, but after experiencing it with his own eyes, Knowing that the Xuanyang Pagoda is so magnificent, it cannot be cast by humans, it is a miracle, and only the gods have this ability.

From the outside, it seemed that Xuanyang Tower was an independent existence, without any polishing, as if it had fallen from the sky, and it landed here. This was a supernatural skill that surpassed Ye Feng's cognition.

Without too much time to sigh, Ye Feng walked into the entrance of the south gate.

"Please show your token!"

There are special personnel guarding the four entrances. When Ye Feng arrived at the entrance, an old man of about fifty asked Ye Feng to show his disciple token.

After taking out the inner disciple token, the old man returned the token to Ye Feng after some confirmation.

"The inner disciple can only reach the fourth floor. I hope you can choose the number of floors according to your own contribution points. Don't go too far." Almost every disciple comes, the old man will say so.

"The disciple knows, thank the instructor for telling me!" Ye Feng still expressed his gratitude.

After speaking, Ye Feng entered the Xuanyang Tower and was shocked at the same place. A magnificent hall appeared, extending in all directions, extending to the top.

The first floor is twice as long. Seeing the thousands of small portals around the first floor, Ye Feng directly gave up and walked towards the second floor.

Relatively speaking, the second floor has a lot less rooms, but there are also about a thousand seats, which is four times the time rule outside. Ye Feng is still not interested and walks towards the third floor.

The third floor is six times as long. One day outside, Xuanyang has six days inside, but Ye Feng still can't stop Ye Feng and walk towards the fourth floor.

Entering the fourth floor, there are a lot less rooms on the top, only 300 to 400 rooms, each room has a number on it, if the number is lit, it proves that someone is practicing, and it goes off, it proves that the room is idle, many rooms It shows that someone is cultivating. If there is no idle room, Ye Feng can only wait or go up to the third floor to have a look.

Each floor has a dedicated person responsible for registration, and the fourth floor is no exception. Ye Feng walked over.

"I need to practice for ten days on the fourth floor. How many contribution points will I need!"

The person in charge of guarding the fourth floor was a middle-aged man in his forties who had been meditating with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes when he saw someone coming and gave Ye Feng a casual glance.

"There is no free room on the fourth floor. Go to the third floor and have a look!"

The middle-aged man continued to close his eyes after speaking, and ignored Ye Feng.

"It's unreasonable. It's too overbearing. Now the fourth floor is occupied by those disciples. Our new players simply can't make it."

A group of people walked past Ye Feng, about three or four people, muttering, looking very angry.

"Don't get angry. Even if there is a free room, it is not our turn to practice. There are obviously several vacant practice places, but they are occupied by those powerful disciples. As long as they want to practice, there is no need to line up." One is complaining.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, and he could tell from their tone that there should be an idle room on the fourth floor, but it was occupied by people, and most people would not dare to go in for cultivation.

"Several brothers go slowly!" Ye Feng stopped a few people.

When several people saw that Ye Feng was an inner disciple, they looked suspicious.

"Is there anything?" The few people were still very kind.

"You just said that there are still vacant rooms here, is this true?" Ye Feng asked.

"Yes, there are vacant rooms, but let me tell you, you still don’t want to be extravagant, Junior Brother. Many rooms here are occupied by some powerful inner disciples. Even if they don’t practice, no one is allowed to enter this practice room. "An inner disciple said helplessly.

"It's unreasonable, doesn't the academy interfere. The training room is used to train disciples, and it can be occupied forcibly. If it is his own, shouldn't the academy interfere." Ye Feng was a little angry.

"Little Junior Brother, are you a newcomer? This is a rule. The academy will not interfere. It will have a competitive effect. If you have the strength, even if you occupy ten training rooms, no one dares to move you, nor the academy. Will interfere." This disciple was also a little helpless.

"Thank you for your advice!" Ye Feng took a fist and returned to the registration office.

"I want a training room, please arrange it!"

Ye Feng's tone was a bit unfriendly. If it weren't for the inner disciple passing by, Ye Feng would almost leave the fourth floor, hearing that there was still an unused room, and immediately walked over.

"Didn't I tell you, there is no vacant training room on the fourth floor." The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and a strange energy pierced Ye Feng's spirit, which was actually a spirit attack.

"you!"

Ye Feng was about to drink, and found that the soul was in pain, and the strange energy stabbed by the opponent had hurt the soul.

"When disturbing the order here, I will deal with it according to the rules of the Academy!"

The middle-aged man actually said that Ye Feng disturbed the rules of the college, which made Ye Feng even more angry.

"The rules of the academy, if there is an idle training room, if the first comer is practicing, you would cheat for personal gains. Obviously there is an idle room here. Not only does it not vacate the idle training room, but it is really good to deal with a disciple. Means, good style." Ye Feng's tone dropped to freezing point.

Looking into the distance, Ye Feng saw that three of the training rooms were vacant and no one was practicing.

"I am the rule here. If you don't have it, there will be no. If you don't get out, you can blame me for being polite." The middle-aged man was also furious.

What happened here immediately attracted the attention of many people. After all, there were people coming all the time. The inner disciples who were about to leave just stopped again and saw that Ye Feng was fighting with the instructor in charge of the fourth level. They all looked shocked.

"What about you, I don't believe it anymore today, I just want to go in for cultivation!"

Ye Feng ignored the middle-aged man, and walked toward the empty training room, exclaiming from all around him.

"court death!"

The middle-aged man shouted and grabbed Ye Feng with one hand. It was actually the pinnacle strength of the Earth Martial Realm. Because of his age, the college had to arrange new errands for these older disciples.

"You are the one looking for death!"

Ye Feng was furious, Qiu Sha appeared, and he struck down the middle-aged man with an axe, very domineering.

Seeing the two sides fighting, many disciples began to watch, it was rare to encounter a good show, and it was the inner disciple who challenged the majesty of guarding the tutor of Xuanyang Tower.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man kept his giant palm slashed back by Ye Feng with an axe, making a bang, splashing ripples, but with such a big vibration, Xuanyang Pagoda didn't even feel the vibration, and the surrounding walls seemed to have a kind of adsorption force. , All kinds of force counter-shocked to the wall of Xuanyang Tower, disappearing without a trace.

Moreover, the Xuanyang Pagoda is so huge that it can hold even more than a dozen people fighting together, and more than a hundred people have gathered around them, all watching this fight.

"what!"

There was a puzzled sound from all around.

"Isn't this the kid who ran into the Tianxing Academy alone? The academy punished him to go to the Demon Flame Mountain Range, how can he appear here." Someone recognized Ye Feng.